C229 Yang Yunjing

Luzon waved his hand, raised his left hand, and shouted: "Look at the dart"

Fiend Monk heard him and subconsciously dodged. However, when he took a closer look, he did not see any hidden weapons. The people below the ring could not help but laugh.

Fiend Monk's face turned red, as if he had just received a great humiliation. He raised the iron rod and smashed it towards Lu Sang Zi.

Lu Sang Zi raised his left hand and shouted again. "Look at the dart. "

Fiend Monk knew that he didn't have a dart, but he still dodged it subconsciously. Lu Sang Zi seized the opportunity and rushed forward, throwing the sword in his hand. Fiend Monk lowered his head and dodged, but the sword flew back to him unexpectedly.

It turned out that there was a sword ear on the hilt of the sword. Lu Sang Zi held it in his hand. As soon as the sword flew out, he pulled the ear and the sword flew back as if it had grown wings.

Fiend Monk saw the sword sweeping towards his face, and he couldn't help but squat down.

This was the opportunity that Lu Sang Zi wanted. He raised his leg and kicked Fiend Monk's back. If it was anyone else, they would have been kicked off the stage and admitted defeat on the spot. However, Fiend Monk had a hard body and suffered a kick on his back. He was fine, but Lu Sang Zi suffered.

His face was twisted. One of his legs was pushed back a few times. The extended leg felt as if it had kicked an iron plate, causing him to break out in cold sweat due to the pain.

Fiend Monk straightened up and looked at his grimacing face. He couldn't help but smile complacently. "Good kid. You still don't know how powerful I am. How could you hurt me with that kick of yours?"

Luzon Zi still wanted to continue fighting, but his foot could no longer land on the ground. He angrily threw the sword on the ground and limped off the stage.

Although he lost, even though he lost, he was still proud. At the very least, he did not use any hidden weapons. He was a bit conceited, but it could not be denied that he also had great talent.

Fiend Monk looked around and then looked at Yang Yunjing. Lee Bufann really wasn't by his side. Not only was he not there, even the old and young experts of Miao Frontier weren't there.

Fiend Monk poked the iron stick with his finger. He said proudly, "I, Fiend Monk, represent the Golden Snake Hall and ask my friends for some advice. "

Below the arena, there was a lot of discussion. The one they were talking about was not Fiend Monk. It was the Golden Snake Hall and Half-moon Manor.

They didn't understand why the exciting battle that they had been looking forward to would become so dull. They started to think that the good show would come later, but at this rate, before the good show even started, the show had already ended.

Everyone looked at Yang Yunjing at the same time. He seemed to be absent-minded, but Yang Yundong was unusually calm. If one looked at his expression, those who didn't know would think that Yang Yundong was the Master of Half-moon Manor.

Fiend Monk waited for a long time, but no one stepped onto the arena. He could not help but feel a little disappointed, so he murmured, "I thought it would be a fierce battle, and I spent all my money. If I had known it would go so smoothly, I would have kept some. "

His voice was very soft. However, those who were closer could hear it clearly. Duan Tianya could not help but laugh secretly on the stage, "This monk's thoughts are a little strange. "

As a monk, Fiend Monk should not think too highly of silver. However, as a monk who had wine and meat through his intestines, it was reasonable for him to think too highly of silver. After all, wine and meat were all bought with silver.

Everyone was waiting for someone to jump onto the arena. However, after waiting for a while, no one came up. Fiend Monk looked around the arena. He was waiting for the people from Half-moon Manor to come up.

As the Master of Half-moon Manor, it was supposed to come for the alliance chief. Of course, Yang Yunjing couldn't allow the people of Golden Snake Hall to continue being so arrogant. He flew towards Fiend Monk and said in a calm tone, "Let me deal with you. "

Everyone was waiting for this moment to arrive, but when this moment really arrived, they actually felt that it was a little rude. At least it was different from what they originally wanted to see.

They wanted to see the peerless experts of Miao Frontier. They wanted to see the Master of Half-moon Manor and Master of Golden Snake Hall compete, but now, it seemed like Yang Yunjing had appeared too early.

Tens of thousands of people held their breaths, staring at each and every movement on the arena.

In fact, Fiend Monk also felt puzzled. He thought to himself, "Where did the two people from Miao Frontier go? What did Lee Bufann do again?"

Before he could figure it out, he suddenly heard the sound of a sword being unsheathed. Yang Yunjing was standing on one side of the arena, holding a sword in his hand. He said, "Do you think I came out too early?"

Fiend Monk looked at him in a daze. His thoughts had been told by others, and he didn't know how to answer.

Yang Yunjing said again, "Are you thinking about why Lee Bufann and the two men from Miao Frontier are not here?"

Fiend Monk's eyes were wide open, and there was a tacit acquiescence in his eyes.

Yang Yunjing smiled bitterly and said, "Actually, I don't know where they went either. "

His words made everyone speechless. The experts of Miao Frontier had gone missing? How could Lee Bufann have gone missing? . . .

All kinds of guesses filled Yang Yunjing's ears. He seemed to be prepared for this. He smiled and said to the people below the ring, "Everyone, there is no need to worry. Without the two men from Miao Frontier, Golden Snake Hall will still not be a match for Half-moon Manor. "

Fiend Monk poked the iron stick and said angrily, "Then let's see who is stronger on the stage. "

Fiend Monk rushed over. Yang Yunjing jumped high into the air and flipped over, landing on the other side of the ring. This move was swift and agile, and it left many people dumbfounded.

Not many people here had seen Yang Yunjing make a move before, but when he made a move, he was really fast, as fast as a white ghost.

Fiend Monk could not take it anymore, but he had fought for more than a hundred rounds with all his hard work.

Although Yang Yunjing's sword skills were good, they were not as good as people expected. At least in Duan Tianya's eyes, his sword skills were not unique. If this was all his moves. . . In that case, the Alliance Master's Meeting would definitely lose this time.

After another fifty moves, Yang Yunjing shook his sword. He stood up and thrust his sword at Fiend Monk. Fiend Monk dodged to the side. Initially, he thought that he wouldn't have any more moves, but he didn't expect Yang Yunjing to counter-attack with his wrist. Fiend Monk didn't expect that he would hand the sword over to his other hand. There was a cut on his chest. Although it was only a light touch, And enough to tear open and bleed.

Fiend Monk looked at the wound on his chest. Duan Tianya thought he would be angry, but he did not expect him to calmly walk down the stage with the iron rod. He did not show any displeasure.

Fiend Monk got off the arena. Wei Zan held the broadsword in his hand and jumped onto the arena. Yang Yunjing looked at him and asked, "I know that monk, but you don't know who you are. "

Wei Zan cupped his fists and said, "Wei Zan. "

Yang Yunjing nodded and said. "I think your knife skills must be very good. "

Wei Zan said proudly, "If you don't have any other moves, you will definitely lose. "