It Starts With A Mountain

Chapter 111

Luo Yinshan frowned: "In the arena school skills, it is nothing more than meeting friends by martial arts, why do you dare to hurt people?"

"Isn't it just fighting, what nonsense, today the third grandpa will be a teacher and teach you what kung fu is."

Cheng Dalei covered his face, it would be fine if he really had the ability to say such a thing, but Zhang Sanye's two strokes, after going up, just got beaten.

Luo Yinshan gritted his teeth angrily: "What a reckless man, may your ability be as great as your tone, there are weapons over there, are you better than fists or weapons?"

There is a row of weapon racks on the edge of the arena, with swords, spears, swords, halberds, axes, and forks. Zhang Fei walked over and pulled out a spear from the weapon rack.

Luo Yinshan waved his hand and instructed his subordinates to bring his iron whip over.

"Black-faced man, the sword has no eyes, you give me careful attention!"

"come!"

The third master Zhang shouted loudly, and everyone's ears were buzzing. When they came back to their senses, the third master had already rushed over with an iron spear. Hu le le is like a dark horse, the tip of the spear pierced towards Luo Yinshan's throat.

"Poke the sky!"

Luo Yinshan was startled, this spear came in such a hurry, and it was so aggressive that he had no way to defend himself.

He couldn't take it, so he could only retreat, his body was short, and the spear pierced through his head.

Luo Yinshan broke out in a cold sweat, and he must not underestimate this black-faced man.

"Put down."

The spear slammed hard on the top of his head, and Luo Yinshan hit the ground with a stick. Although he avoided it, he was scared to death.

"Catch the pigs."

The spear swung horizontally, forcing Luo Yinshan to retreat, and Luo Yinshan's heart was a little broken. The first two moves sounded normal and majestic, but the third move sounded like... Is this driving me like a pig?

Cheng Dalei is in a state of energy at this moment, Master Zhang is so amazing that he can force Luo Yinshan to this kind of field. He had checked just now, and this Luo Yinshan's level was the top. Looking at Zhang Fei's information at this moment, he was surprised to find that his level had risen to excellent.

As expected of a person with legendary potential, how long did it take him to give him the "Three-Handed Spear", and the upgrade was so fast.

In the arena, Luo Yinshan had already stood firm, he used an iron whip, so-called one inch long and one inch strong, one inch short and one inch dangerous, looking for the opportunity to force the third master within three steps, so that the spear in his hand could not be used.

After the three moves, Zhang Sanye showed signs of fatigue. Cheng Dalei sighed. Although he can take advantage of the top team with excellence, it is difficult to win.

Luo Yinshan is fighting more and more fiercely, and the iron whip in his hand makes him majestic. It turned out that this black-faced man was the first three moves fiercely, and then he slumped thousands of miles. Hmph, it's nothing more than an incompetent delusional person. Today, I want to show you some color, so that you know what it means to be tall and earthy.

With a slight movement of his feet, Luo Yinshan has used agile footwork to dodge behind Zhang Fei, and smashed his iron whip into the back of his head.

"Shuzi dare!"

With a loud shout, he saw a young man in a white robe jumping into the ring, and he shot Luo Yinshan away.

This person is naturally Zhao Zilong.

As soon as he appeared, he was greeted with unison from the audience, and some young ladies kept winking at him.

Gee!

Sure enough, appearance is justice, Zhao Zilong was born so handsome, and the beauty of the white robe and the silver gun is outrageous. For example, Zhao Zilong's face value can be promised by a girl, and like Zhang Fei, he can only be exchanged for the next life to be a cow and a horse.

"The third brother is watching the battle, and this person is handed over to me."

Zhang Sanye was so shocked that he was in a cold sweat. Thanks to Zhao Zilong's timely appearance, if he dared to be beaten, his life would also be confessed here.

Luo Yinshan won a game, and suddenly became arrogant and said to Zhao Zilong: "Where did the doll come from, it's the same thing as that black-faced man. Grandpa sees that you are young and doesn't want to take your life, so get out of here."

"Zilong, don't spare him, show him some color." Zhang Fei shouted from the audience after losing the battle.

Zhao Zilong raised his eyebrows, his spear stuck out, he was dressed in white, like a dragon going out to sea.

"it is good!"

There were cheers from the audience, mostly from the big girl and the little daughter-in-law. Luo Yinshan was taken aback, what is this, they are all crazy.

Cheng Dalei also seems to be fans of some idols in the previous life, how can they get excited.

With the cheering of countless cheerleaders, Zhao Zilong used the iron spear in his hand as if there was divine help. On the other hand, Luo Yinshan was demoralized and shriveled in a row, and within twenty rounds, he was overturned by Zhao Zilong with a single move.

it is good!

Luo Yinshan never thought that he would lose, and the failure came so quickly, when he fell to the ground, he still didn't understand what happened. When he came back to his senses, he only saw a cold glow coming towards him.

"no, do not want!"

wipe!

The tip of the spear stabbed into Luo Yinshan's forearm, in exchange for a shrill scream. He was already famous for his iron claw skills, and he was famous for his iron claw eagle. This time his forearm was interrupted.

Lying on the ground, hands on his arms, staring at Zhao Zilong with vicious eyes.

it is good!

The stage was boiling like boiled white porridge, and the young women took off their sachets and threw them on the stage. In an instant, Zhao Zilong was bathed in a rain of sachets.

Legend has it that a beautiful man, Pan An, walked on the street, and the flowers and fruits thrown by the girl could fill a cart. Looking at this scene, Cheng Dalei secretly sighed: Pan An's rebirth, that's all.

In other words, there is no difference in appearance between myself and Zhao Zilong. Generally speaking, they are comparable. Why have I never encountered such a situation.

Tsk tsk, it seems that there is also a problem with the aesthetics of Yangzhou City.

Zhao Zilong picked up the 200 taels of bounty on the ring and jumped off the stage, handing the silver to Cheng Dalei.

However, he heard the chaotic noises around him, and the big girls and the little daughters-in-law were all squeezing over here, with expressions on their faces as if they were going to swallow Zhao Zilong alive.

"Everyone, calm down, he's still a child, don't do this..."

Zhao Zilong is only fifteen years old this year. According to Cheng Dalei's concept, he is a child.

"Everyone, I'm his agent. You can tell me if you have any requests. He's tired and needs to rest."

No one paid any attention to Cheng Dalei, these women rushed here like crazy, but this scene shocked Cheng Dalei and others.

He grabbed the silver package in his hand, waved it away, and the pieces of silver fell like rain.

"Master is happy today, rewarded."

Crowds crowded around, some were robbing money, some were running towards Zhao Zilong, and they crowded into a crowd. This also separates the people from the Golden Dragon Escort.

"The big boss, the wind is screaming."

"Chuhuhuhuhu."

Cheng Dalei took advantage of this opportunity and hurried away, not knowing how far he ran, he was relieved to see that no one was chasing him.

Cheng Dalei ran out of breath and patted Zhao Zilong on the shoulder: "I didn't expect that you have the potential to become an idol."

"What is an idol?" Zhao Zilong looked confused.

"Uh..." Cheng Dalei pointed to himself: "People like me are idols."