"If you Yixin Jiandao Hall cannot afford to lose, don't make a winning streak!"

"In theory, you have made a profit when they continue fighting swords!"

"Tsk tsk, I originally thought that this kendo hall was relatively high in size, but now it seems that it is just like that. There is a lot of one million spiritual sand, but it is not so stingy, right?"

The onlookers spoke sarcastic words.

The main reason is that Liang Zhi’s request to postpone the battle is too downplayed.

Sword cultivator is to move forward and be enterprising. Once he is afraid, he will be finished.

"Okay, since Fellow Daoist insists, then continue!"

After Liang Zhi finished speaking, he let out a long roar: "Feihong, come out to fight the sword!"

Wow!

The audience exclaimed everywhere.

Liang Feihong is the personal disciple of Liang Zhi’s father. Although he is only sixty years old, he is already a three-talent swordsman.

etc!

The young man standing in the sword fighting arena was also a genius who had suddenly realized the Three Secret Swords!

In the world of cultivation, sixty years old is not considered old. Liang Feihong's ability to achieve such a thing is enough to be amazing, but compared with Lu Anzhi, it seems mediocre.

So think about Liang Feihong's glory...

The onlookers suddenly realized that it was not because Liang Zhishen was blamed. It was really awesome to be the opponent.

Unfortunately, Liang Zhi shouted three times, but Liang Feihong was not there.

no way.

Because of Liang Feihong's outstanding sword skills, he usually exists as a tycoon in the market, and many swordsman are not qualified to challenge him.

Naturally, he couldn't stay in the Kendo Hall all the time, so he didn't know where to play now.

As for my father, he was in seclusion in the cave and could not come for a while.

"Fellow Daoist, don't worry, I can wait for up to half an hour, so you can hurry up and call someone!"

Lu Anzhi is rare to be generous once.

Liang Zhi originally thought that he would rather arrange a cultivator who is good at defending himself in battle and waste Lu Anzhi death, but when he said this, he felt even more embarrassed.

If this is the case, the sign of Yixin Jiandao Hall will definitely be ruined.

"I like to make friends with swords. Fellow Daoist Lu is a young man who is a talented swordsman with great talent. Except for my brother and father who are not here, there is indeed no match for this swordsman, so I announce again that the remaining two games will be for the competition."

Liang Zhi spoke: "If a sword cultivator can defeat fellow Daoist Lu, then we will serve one million spiritual sand with both hands!"

Wow!

The whole audience was sensational.

The sword cultivators here are all a little moved. After all, that is one million spiritual sand. Even if they don’t have money, being able to compete with a three-talented swordsman is a kind of training for their own sword skills.

"I'll do it!"

"I'll go first!"

"You are not even a swordsman, are you going up and looking for death?"

With a rush, nearly a hundred people rushed into the sword fighting arena, pushing and shoving, and even those with hot tempers drew their swords toward each other.

"Everyone, if you want to play, you must have a secret sword on your side, right? Otherwise, wouldn't you underestimate Fellow Daoist?"

Liang Zhi advised.

People say this with high sound, and it seems to be praising Lu Anzhi, but in fact it is to let those smelly fish and rotten shrimps get out. They are not swordsmen, and there is no possibility of defeating Lu Anzhi.

This time, half of the sword cultivators volunteered.

"Fellow Daoist, what do you think of my proposal?"

Liang Zhi asked with a smile.

Swish!

Everyone looked over.

Fellow Daoist Lu curled his lips. He understood that he could not refuse, otherwise he would say anything strange. Besides, he was the boss of the Jindan and was surrounded by the Five Secret Swords, what were he afraid of?

"Everyone, I don't care, but I'm not in a good mood right now, so I won't show mercy in the next two games!"

Lu Anzhi's tone became cold, and his sharp eyes swept across the audience: "My enemy, either beat me, go out, or become a corpse and be carried out!"

hiss!

Everyone gasped, some people showed resentment, thinking that Lu Anzhi was too crazy, while more people were in a state of retreat.

The first three games, especially Liang Zhi's defeat, allowed everyone to see Lu Anzhi's strength and they had the confidence to say this.

For a moment, the huge sword fighting field was silent.

Everyone wants to hone their sword skills, but they don’t want to die.

"Young master, your plan is probably going to be born!"

Lu Anzhi smiled and said in a joking tone.

Liang Zhi's face was very embarrassed, and he could only provoke: "You have been practicing swords for decades, don't you even have these courage?"

"His secret sword for the ox is so terrible. He will die if he wipes it."

"Yes, there is no chance of fault tolerance at all."

"Why are there such a terrible secret sword in the world?"

The sword cultivators were frightened and full of envy.

When facing Lu Anzhi, he even has the chance to lose both sides. In other words, even if Lu Anzhi has a very big gap in strength with the opponent, he can win as long as he has the chance.

It's like a tiger can easily bite and kill a cat, but can you guarantee that the tiger will not be scratched by the cat?

Unless Lu Anzhi is not allowed to be close to him, he will be killed from a distance.

"Young master, it seems that they are not here anymore. Hurry up and prepare your troops, right?"

Lu Anzhi urged.

How much time has this been delayed by me?

Courtesan, oh no, the daylily is about to be cold.

"Hold on!"

Liang Zhi went up to the third floor and summoned the swordsmen in the hall, but before he could speak, everyone refused.

"Young master, my back hurts today!"

"I just finished a fight and suffered a little injury and was in a bad state."

These two people are quite tactful, and some of the remaining people admitted directly: "I can't beat him!"

"you……"

Liang Zhi's face was embarrassed.

"Young master of the museum, don't struggle fearlessly. Who can handle the cattle? Unless you find the master of the museum."

"Yes, let's admit defeat this time!"

"It's not embarrassing to lose to a three-talented swordsman!"

The swordsmen in the resident hall persuaded them one after another.

"All right!"

Liang Zhi saw that it was unscrupulous, so he sighed, gave up and fought again.

When he returned to the sword fighting arena again, he had adjusted his mindset and announced with a smile on his face.

"Fellow Daoist Lu's secret sword Wushuang, my righteous brother and father are not around, and no one can win, so the remaining two games will not be played."

Liang Zhi waved his hand: "Fellow Daoist Lu, please go to the VIP room for a while, one million spiritual sands, I will prepare now."

Since you lose the formation, you cannot lose.

"good!"

Lu Anzhi smiled and didn't care about the run in Liang Zhi's words. What does it mean that my brother-in-law and father are not around and no one can win?

You mean, if they are there, they can win?

You are afraid that I am reborn as the Immortal King, right?

never mind!

I got the spiritual sand, so I won’t fight for this.

Soon, Liang Zhi appeared in the VIP room with a treasure bag.
To be continued...