Urban God-level Selection System

"Well, let's go together."

After all, they were in the same family. Naturally, Zeng Kui didn't dare to die without saving, so Lifting Sword and Qi Lei rushed forward, and the two of them worked together, and the two sword qi merged and hit the air wave.

Through Zeng Qi's sword-qi attack, some of Qi Lang's offensives were finally stopped, giving Cao Zhi a buffer.

After a while, Cao Zhi and the two hurriedly joined forces, and then bombarded the air waves with their sword energy.

Under the four people's joint efforts, the power of the air wave was cut by 80%, and the four people used their bodies to block this powerful offensive.

When Zhang Wanlin saw this, he took the Thousand Chance Umbrella and said loudly to the four of Cao Zhi: "I have no time to talk nonsense with the four of you. If I have had enough lessons, give way. I'm still waiting for a duel on the mountain!"

Not waiting for Cao Zhi and Ma Zhong to go wild, Zeng Kui and Qi Lei already held fists at Zhang Wanlin, and said respectfully, "Please Mr. Zhang up the mountain."

"Oh, that's right, people are very self-aware, you two are very good, as for the other two..." Zhang Wanlin smiled, without saying anything, stepping past the four of them and heading straight up the mountain.

Cao Zhi snorted angrily: "What's so great?

Isn’t martial arts stronger?

Do you really think you are a god?

In my opinion, his kung fu must have come from a wrong path, maybe it's an evil cultivation. "

"Senior Brother Cao said so, I think so too."

Ma Zhong sighed angrily, "This kind of villain, our master will blow him up later."

Zeng Kui said to Cao Zhi awkwardly: "The two brothers shouldn't waste time here. Let's go up and watch the battle."

"Huh, two spineless wastes."

Cao Zhi was not grateful to Zeng Kui for their mutual assistance to him. He actually satirized the two of Zeng Qi, and then took Ma Zhong up the mountain and hurriedly followed Zhang Wanlin.

Qi Lei stomped angrily: "Why this person is like this, I really can't stand it anymore, Brother Zeng, let's rush up and fight them."

"Junior Brother Qi, the strength of these two people is above you and me. We are going to be only passively beaten."

Zeng Kui smiled bitterly, and then said, "Let's go up and meet up with Master and watch the battle by the way."

After speaking, Zeng Kui sighed and stepped up the mountain. Although Qi Lei was not reconciled, Zeng Kui was right. The strength of the two Cao Zhima is really not comparable to them. If they are matched, they will only suffer. Portion.

Before Zhang Wanlin reached the top of the mountain, a cold rain in early winter suddenly started, so he took out the Thousand Chance Umbrella again and held it up to the top of the mountain. On the top of the mountain, two backs appeared in front of him, one black and one white. .

"Senior Ning Ji, the junior has already come up. Why don't you introduce the senior next to me."

Zhang Wanlin held the umbrella in one hand and put the other behind him, smiling and speaking.

Ning Ji finally turned around when he heard the familiar voice. He saw Zhang Wanlin holding an umbrella, and he couldn't help but feel anxious: "You guys are really ignorant. We elders don't have umbrellas to block the rain, but you blocked them." "Haha, Senior Ning Ji can really joke, I am my own weapon, since I have this tool, I can't use it?

Am I not a big fool? "

Zhang Wanlin said that he looked at Ning Ji and said, "Both of them are seniors, with deep natural skills. I dare not use the spiritual energy-consuming method of blocking rain with martial art."

"The greasy mouth is smooth, the teeth are sharp and the mouth is sharp, it really is a villain."

At this time, the man in black who had not spoken with his back to Zhang Wanlin finally spoke.

The black-clothed man had a strong tone, and when he spoke, Zhang Wanlin felt a harsh sound in his ear, which made him feel a little uneasy.

"Sure enough, a master!"

After Zhang Wanlin sighed in his heart, he immediately picked up the spiritual power in his body to suppress the restless mind, and then asked in a loud voice, "Senior is Senior Ning Ji's Senior Brother Bai, right?"

"Since you are asking for a fight, why don't you turn around to see me?

Could it be that you want to entrust you to fight with me in the future? "

Zhang Wanlin exclaimed, "If this is the case, Senior's magical skills must be extraordinary."

"Huh, kid, why irritate me?

Since I am looking for a fight with you, I will naturally not be afraid to miss you. If you want to see, I will turn around and show it to you," said the man in black and turned around, but he was a middle-aged man with a crown of jade. No need for a man! A handsome face is not angry and pretentious, and the eyes looking at Zhang Wanlin are full of disgust.

"Why do you look familiar?"

Zhang Wanlin frowned and stared at this senior Bai for a long time. He suddenly asked curiously, "Who is Bai Suran?"

Hearing Zhang Wanlin mentioning Bai Suran's name, the brother Bai's eyes changed, and then he coldly snorted, "Boy, shut up! Don't want to have a relationship in front of me, Baishi!"

"Although Su Ran is my pro-granddaughter, you harmed my descendants of the Bai family first, captured and harmed my Shushan sect disciples behind, and stole the teachings of my Shushan sect. It is not swordsmanship. You and I are both punished. !"

As soon as Baishi's words fell, he grasped behind him, and a black-handled long sword inserted on the ground far away was directly in his hand, and then he stepped directly out, and rushed towards Zhang Wanlin.

Zhang Wanlin didn't expect that he hadn't even talked about it, and he was about to decide his life or death. He immediately shook his head in annoyance, and then withdrew the handle of the Thousand Chance Umbrella in his hand, the Thousand Chance Sword was taken out by him and rushed towards Baishi.

The first move of the two sides against the enemy was the first style of Shushan swordsmanship. Both of them used the first style of Baishi's Shushan sword to be strong and pure, with great strength. Place.

The moment the long swords of both sides collided with each other, a gap was actually opened in the body of Bai Shi's long sword, and Zhang Wanlin was under tremendous power, with blood from his mouth.

After one move, the two immediately retreated. Baishi looked at the long sword in his hand so unconvincing, and was immediately annoyed. He shouted loudly, and the second style of the Shushan sword swept out like lightning.

"Boy, compare speed with me, right?

I let you see what a real fast sword is! "

Baishi turned into an afterimage, swiping around Zhang Wanlin's body quickly, looking for the best opportunity to pierce the sword.

Zhang Wanlin felt that the power of Baishi's sword was amazing, and his heart was full of pride: "Okay! It's cool to play like this.

The second type of swordsmanship, right?

I also let you feel my understanding. "

While talking, Zhang Wanlin's second-style sword tactics operated extremely slowly, as if they were playing Tai Chi, Bai Shi's complexion turned red, and his quick step inevitably made a mess.

But after all, Baishi was an old man who had been fighting for a long time. He just made a mess at this step, and immediately adjusted, and the pace of his feet swept faster.

Then Bai Shi looked at the timing and took Zhang Wanlin's throat with a sword...