The Fantasy Library Under One Person

"Don't worry... everyone is a decent person... this is not a place to fight indiscriminately..." Jia Zhengliang gave his opponent a sideways look, and lightly hooked his left hand.

"Bastard! Don't be so contemptuous! Little thing!"

The opponent shouted angrily, and rushed up instantly holding the three-section stick.

At this time, Jia Zhengliang touched his back, and suddenly a flying knife whizzed out, brushed his body and flew over.

"Flying knife? Huh! This kind of juggling thing..."

puff!

Before he finished speaking, the flying knife flew back suddenly, tearing a hole in his shoulder, and blood spattered!

Before he finished speaking, the flying knife flew back suddenly, tearing a hole in his shoulder, and blood spattered!

"Oh, mom, I told you a long time ago that my brother's unlucky virtue will make him fall sooner or later..."

"Just say that he was defeated by some famous senior, but in the end he was defeated by a little girl and a little hairy Taoist priest who didn't even know basic Taoism..."

"Bastard! This guy knows how to control objects! Big guys copy guys and go up together!"

At this time, the three opponents suddenly united and stared at Jia Zhengliang, "Surround him from three directions, making it more difficult for him to defend!"

"I really don't mean anything, mom, don't say that I go out to cause trouble, I seldom even go out in the village..."

Jia Zhengliang's phone didn't stop, and with a shake of his hand, three flying knives roared out, instantly locking onto the three rushing opponents.

"How could it be! The famous Jia Zhengyu just heard that he can control three dragon pecking cones!"

"How old is this kid? Can he also control three sticks?"

"It's too damn unlucky, why did you encounter such a stubble!"

"Don't guess! I really didn't run out because I didn't want to introduce the virgin girl of the village chief to you..." Jia Zhengliang kept his left hand, and twelve throwing knives whizzed towards him, killing three of them in an instant. All the big holes on the person's body are covered!

"Mom, what's wrong with liking beautiful girls? When I win the championship with these twelve flying knives, are you still worried that you won't have a satisfied daughter-in-law?"

shhhhhh!

The sound of piercing the air continued, and the three of them didn't even have time to resist, their bodies were covered with hundreds of wounds, big and small, and blood flowed down like money!

"Okay, I will take care of myself, bye!" Jia Zhengliang hung up the phone, and with a move with his right hand, twelve throwing knives whizzed past, flying around him continuously!

"Admit defeat...we admit defeat...damn, this guy is a monster..."

……

"Glae..."

On the other side of the field, Zhuge Qing looked indifferently at the opponent who used the ability to control the wind, "I advise you not to use it."

"Violent dance!"

Several wind blades whizzed out, but the next moment they enveloped him, cutting his clothes to pieces in an instant!

"Ahhhhh!"

"What's going on? That guy was defeated by his own wind blade?"

"Hmph! It doesn't matter if you are a descendant of Zhuge Qimen or not, as long as you can't defeat my horizontal kung fu... Golden Bell Cover..."

puff!

With a muffled sound, the other person's head swung and flew past Zhuge Qing's body, piercing through the big man's shoulder in an instant.

"Ah...how...how could this be?"

"This old man is really unlucky, the horizontal training has been broken..." Zhuge Qing narrowed his eyes and asked with a smile, "How is it? Should we continue..."

"Ah, it's really troublesome!" In the next room, Wang Ye, who was dressed in a blue Taoist robe, wiped the sweat that didn't exist on his forehead, stepped over the opponents who fell on the ground, and walked out, "Really, one by one like this!" Fight, I'm exhausted..."

020 Clever push!

The first round of competition ended soon, and a total of 32 people advanced to the next round.

After the lottery was over, Wang Daolin looked at the name in his hand and couldn't help shaking his head and smiling bitterly, "Jia Zhengliang? You brothers are really unlucky..."

"Wow! Qingfu God Shan Shitong?" Feng Xingtong looked at the sign in Zhang Chulan's book and exclaimed, "How could you meet him? I heard that in the first round of contempt, his three opponents stood in front of him I couldn't last more than 2 minutes!!"

Zhang Chulan's face changed slightly, but he didn't speak.

That night, Zhang Chulan and others rested in the guest room under the arrangement of Tianshi Mansion, while Wang Daolin returned to his residence.

Not long after he lay down, the door of his room was kicked open from the outside.

"Fuck, who is it? Dare to kick the door of the young master, I... um? Baby?" Wang Daolin was stunned when he saw the dirty Feng Baobao, and hesitantly threw the stool leg in his hand to the ground.

"Why did you come to see me so late..."

"Come out, follow me!" Feng Baobao walked out after finishing speaking.

Wang Daolin was stunned for a moment, and then a cheap smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "It's so late, the moon is dark and the wind is high, the baby called me out alone, could it be..."

Thinking of this, Wang Daolin rushed out without saying a word, and followed Baobao Feng into the woods.

When he saw Shan Shitong who was tied up all over and thrown into the dug hole, he suddenly felt bad, "Damn...you..."

"I heard that Feng Xingtong said that the other party is a stubborn stubble. In the next competition, Zhang Chulan may fail." Feng Baobao bent down and grabbed the shovel, "So I'm here to eliminate the risk in advance..."