C51 Small Knife with a Golden Brush

As he spoke, his left hand stretched out a finger and flicked the whip. With a slight clang, the steel whip, which had once been able to withstand a large rock without being damaged, fell down and turned into a small pile of powder.

It turned out that this steel whip could not withstand the impact of their inner energy. In the end, it had already turned into powder. It was only able to maintain its original form with Hu Dayuv's inner energy.

Only then did everyone understand why Hu Dayuv admitted defeat.

It was indeed because of one move missing from the game that the whip was damaged. This might also be because Feng Jintao held back.

Hu Dayuv continued, "I have already done my best. This old friend is basically saying that he will go on my behalf. What face do I have to not admit defeat? Thinking back to the foolish words that he said back then, 'When the whip hits a person, the person dies.' Today, he was still going to live a life of his own. Sigh, I'm ashamed. Today, I've finally taken off the big hat of this so-called province's Number One Expert. Haha, it's really relaxing."

Feng Jintao said with a serious expression," The whip is dead, and the person is alive. This is also the reason why I abandoned the weapon and used my palm. However, it doesn't mean that there is a difference between the superior and the inferior. It's just that one's personal preferences and insights are different. What the weapon desires, there will always be a limit. The path of martial arts... There was no end to it, so it couldn't be destroyed because of the artifact. Since ancient times, no one had ever used any divine weapons or sharp blades. On the contrary, the weapons they carried with them were named for each person. On the path of martial arts, I dare not say that I will walk a higher path than you. It's just that Brother Hu, you are a layman, so you have to be distracted. Or I can only say that I am a little more focused than you." Speaking of martial arts, Feng Jintao started to talk endlessly.

The two of them got to know each other without fighting, and even appreciated each other.

The Breeze Stronghold finally managed to win back a city with great difficulty with the help of the Second Chief's divine skill.

Five matches had passed, and there were only two matches left. The grand finale of Lee Yuming against Sun Shanglou seemed to be something that they did not need to say clearly.

Yann Lanxun looked at the brightly lit candles, and then at the people around him. He stood up and cupped his hands. "Everyone, let me have the fourth match." He was not going to be rude to his own people. Then, he stood up and waited for his opponent.

In Breeze Stronghold, apart from Lee Yuming, there was also the Third Chief Zhao Yinshuang, the Fifth Chief Wang Zhiquan, the Sixth Chief Lee Pingjue, and the Seventh Chief Kuan Jiangjing, who did not make a move. Except for Zhao Yinshuang, who did not see the long term in martial arts. However, the three of them were not as reckless as Huang Luandu. They were not people like Feng Jintao, who was a man of his word, so they were not in a hurry to seize the credit.

Lee Yuming didn't wait for the three of them to take the initiative to volunteer. This time, he spoke first, "Old Seventh, you should go and ask Young Master Yann for some advice. However, remember what I said." He didn't know what Lee Yuming meant by his words.

Wang Zhiquan and Lee Pingjue saw that their big brother had made arrangements, so they relaxed and continued watching the battle.

Kuan Jiangjing was one of the people Zhang Jingxuan was most interested in. There were three reasons.

The first reason was that Kuan Jiangjing was the person who was about the same age as him, but he was already the chief of Breeze Stronghold. Zhang Jingxuan was not convinced that he had just become a little policeman.

The second reason was that Kuan Jiangjing always raised his head high. It was a sharp contrast with Sun Shanglou, who always had his head down. Zhang Jingxuan found it funny in his heart. If this pair was a man and a woman, how interesting would it be if they became a couple in the future?

The third reason was probably because Kuan Jiangjing always raised his head. That was why when he looked at things, it seemed that he was not looking at them in the same way. He always gave people a sense of arrogance and intimidation. Zhang Jingxuan would think, What are you so proud of, kid? He looked like he was asking for a beating.

Kuan Jiangjing accepted the order and went to fight the fourth match. No one had thought that this would happen.

The fourth match was of utmost importance. If Yann Lanxun won the fourth match... Then the finale has become irrelevant, because the winner has been decided. This fourth match was a situation that the Breeze Stronghold could not afford to have any mishaps with.

Everyone thought that they would send Lee Pingjue, the Sixth or one of the Fifth Chiefs, Wang Zhiquan.

As Lee Yuming's nephew, Lee Pingjue was a rising star in the stronghold. Recently, his reputation had risen, and he had helped the stronghold deal with a few troublesome matters. Recently, the name of Lee Pingjue, the Jade Pied Immortal, had almost always been associated with the name 'Breeze Stronghold'.

As for the Fifth Chief, Wang Zhiquan, he had been on the battlefield for a long time. His martial arts skills were superb, and his short fighting skills were unique. It was said that even those who were stronger than him would have a headache if they encountered him.

Unexpectedly, the last person Lee Yuming sent was the unknown Seventh Chief, Kuan Jiangjing.

Some people in the audience had already guessed that Lee Yuming was afraid of Sun Shanglou's challenge, so he simply sold him a favor and lost the fourth match. In this way, there was no need to compete in the fifth match anymore.

The young lady of Lei family was also a hot potato. She took advantage of the situation and left. It was only logical that she quickly took the fifty thousand silver notes.

No matter what, the candidate for the fourth match had already been decided. Yann Lanxun bowed to Kuan Jiangjing who had walked out. He didn't expect that Kuan Jiangjing would still be looking at the sky and thinking about something, as if he hadn't seen him at all. He simply ignored him.

Yann Lanxun was angry in his heart, but on the surface, he didn't want to argue with him. He stretched out his hand and took the weapon into his hand. It was a pair of golden Judge Brush. The brush was less than two feet long, and it was shining with golden light. It looked like it was made of alloy. It was expensive.

The Magistrate Brush was also known as the number one brush, and it was mainly used to draw the acupoints. As the saying went, One inch shorter, one inch closer. The Judge's Pen was already a short weapon, and Yann Lanxun's Judge's Pen was even shorter than an ordinary Judge's Pen.

No one would have thought that this seemingly gentle young master would choose such a cold weapon to take such risks.

Looking at the other side of the arena, everyone noticed that Kuan Jiangjing seemed to be holding something in his hand.

Kuan Jiangjing's right hand was holding a small knife. If Yann Lanxun's Magistrate Brush was a short weapon, then the small knife in Kuan Jiangjing's hand could only be called a toy.

The small knife was not much longer than a palm. The color of the knife was variegated and looked like it was made from the most ordinary iron. Kuan Jiangjing held the small knife between his fingers as if he was playing a circus.

Yann Lanxun was anxious, but he still wanted to be more generous. He urged, "Chief Guan, please take the weapon."

Kuan Jiangjing heard his words and still did not look at him. He minded his own business and said, "Weapon? I have my 'Ten Years'. This small knife's name is' Ten Years'. I grinded it with a metal rod. Actually, I originally wanted to grind a treasured sword, but it was impossible to grind it over and over again. After ten years, there was only this little left. I originally thought that since that's the case, I might as well grind a needle, but Mr. Lee said that it would be better to let fate decide. Let's use this small knife. I think what he said is right. Ten years is also very obedient."