Chapter 107

Zhang Heng and most teenagers don't know. In this very short time, the girls have experienced a baptism of heaven and earth. Zhang Heng listened to each other's voice and just thought that this guy spoke funny, but Zhang Heng didn't care. He just smiled and said, "I'm glad to fight with you."

Well, in addition, I have to say that Zhang Heng is still a little jealous of other people's big legs.

The star's face listened to Zhang Heng's words, and then a bitter smile appeared on his face: "I believe you say you are happy to fight with me and are telling the truth, but if I answer you the same way, I must be lying to you."

"I've seen all your previous duels. To be honest, I'm not happy to duel with a guy like you."

"Because until now, I'm not sure where your limits are, what you're good at and what your defects are."

"But even so, I am finally determined to fight you."

"Yes, you are really strong, but I am not weak! You win nine games in a row, and I also win nine games in a row!"

"I will let everyone know that you are not better than me. I will go all out and defeat you openly!"

Zhang Heng smiled and said, "OK, I see. Do you have anything else to say? If not, let's start."

The reason why Zhang Heng said this is because under the five senses of Zhang Heng's blessing of "potential", everything in the other party's body has nothing to hide. Zhang Heng found that the other party's talents are not very excellent. He really can't understand how the other party has insisted until now, and dare to speak wildly in the face of himself.

Then, after the white haired elegant old man announced the start of the duel, Zhang Heng grinned at the long legged star's face, and then rushed to the other party before the other party reacted.

Then, with his left hand full of vitality, he immediately waved the bully gun with the thick and thin wrist in his hand, swung it round, swept it out, and directly hit a big long leg of the star's face.

Just listen, with a crisp sound of Kara, it broke a big long leg of the star's face as a small punishment for the other party's overestimation and provocation.

Star face just broke a leg, immediately opened his mouth and shouted: "dying, dying..."

Then he fell on the fighting platform and didn't move.

This

The red man suddenly felt that the other party's blatant false dizziness was simply insulting everyone's IQ.

This acting is too embarrassing, isn't it?

So Zhang Heng make complaints about Tucao, do you think you are the king's hammer?

But it's not good. It's too difficult for people. After confirming that the other party fainted. No, it should be pretending to be dead for more than ten breaths, the white haired and elegant old man looked at the star face on the ground, turned his eyes helplessly, and then announced that Zhang Heng won the ninth round of the black iron brave duel.

In the last round of the black iron brave duel, Zhang Heng's opponent was actually a shooter.

As brave people, not many people choose to be shooters, because shooters usually exist as a remote output means of the team.

Because the survival ability of ordinary shooters is not strong alone, individuals rarely dabble in this brave position except the army or the guards of various forces.

Of course, some shooters are gifted. Even if they are alone and rushed in front of their opponents, they can deal with it calmly and win easily.

Obviously, the shooter in front of us is such an existence.

Otherwise, he could not start from the first round of the duel between the black iron Braves, win nine games in a row, and finally stand in the last game, the promotion competition of the bronze Braves, like Zhang Heng.

Zhang Heng saw that the archer in front of him was carrying a large bow on his back. It seemed that the bow was carved from the roots of some ancient tree. It was brownish yellow, round and shining like Topaz and gold.

The bow string is made of a blood colored thin thread that seems to have only the thickness of hair. I don't know what material it is. When the man stands on the battle platform, the bow string on the man's back emits a faint meaningful fragrance.

The fragrance is not only like the faint fragrance of plum or orchid, but also like the strange fragrance of some herb.

People can't help feeling refreshed and comfortable.

In addition, the archer also carries an arrow barrel on his back, but what is more surprising is that there is no arrow in the arrow barrel carried by the old man, which is actually empty.

Did the other party not check his own quiver before he boarded the battle platform? As a shooter, did the opponent forget to fill his weapon in the quiver?

The visitor is an old man with white beard. The old man's hair is gray, but his face doesn't have many wrinkles. His eyes can't tell his majesty. His long beard is wantonly publicized around the old man's chin and cheek band, which makes him a little more heroic.

The old man simply put a wooden hairpin on his head to close his hair, and his body is just a simple linen dress worn by ordinary people at the bottom.

The old man seems to be a field scavenger who has just entered the city from the field and has no time to change into his home clothes.

But Zhang Heng just looked at a pair of boots under the old man's feet. They were leather boots with excellent materials. The leather of leather boots was produced on the beach of the middle valley of the West River Valley. It was a monster above the peak of Qi refining and first-class products. The skin of this monster was as bright as fire. It was very difficult for ordinary yuan soldiers under the middle-class yellow level to break the defense of each other.

However, this kind of monster skin, after being made into boots, is both warm and breathable. It is very soft and comfortable. It is the best material for making yellow yuan soldier boots.

These boots are yellow and middle-grade. Such boots can't be affordable for a scavenger. What's more, these boots are a little smaller for the big old man, so that one of the old man's feet bulges a large piece on the toe of the boots, obviously because his toes curl up.

The old man noticed Zhang Heng's sight and was looking at his feet. He immediately laughed and said without hesitation: "I just came back from a trip out of the city. On the way, I met brave bandits who bullied the weak and bullied the unarmed ordinary pedestrians."

"So I shot and killed the shameless brave man. At the right time, I also lacked a pair of Yuan soldiers' feet. I just took him for use. But my feet are a little big, so they don't fit. Why do you mind if I wear dead people's shoes?"

Zhang Heng shook his head with a smile. Then he didn't speak and looked at the hemp clothes and wooden hairpins on the old man.

Zhang Heng doesn't think it's impossible for the other party to kill and bully the good brave man and seize the yuan soldiers on the brave man's body for his own use.

But when Zhang Heng saw the hemp clothes on each other's body and the wooden hairpin with hair tied on his head, his eyebrows wrinkled slightly.

Because Zhang Heng found that the hemp clothes on each other's body actually looked a little ill fitting and narrow, so that the old man was like an adult, wearing a child's clothes, and the whole person couldn't tell the strangeness.

Obviously, this linen dress is not the old man's own.

This makes people wonder, if the old man killed a brave bandit and robbed the double yellow medium-grade boots, would this sack be the same booty the old man robbed after killing ordinary people?

Although there was no problem with the wooden hairpin on the old man's head, the hair inserted by the wooden hairpin was too clean.

People who often go out of the city and sleep in the wild should cherish their vitality. Even if they can use vitality to purify their hair and clothes, many low-level brave people who lack resources are reluctant to do so, so that low-level brave people who often run in the wilderness almost have a common feature, that is, unkempt and untidy.

Zhang Heng looked at the seemingly heroic and uninhibited old man opposite. His eyes were sharp and his face was cold. He said, "you don't look like a brave man who often goes out of the city. Looking at your linen clothes, it doesn't look like your own. I don't care about these. However, can you tell me what you're doing here?"

After listening to Zhang Heng's words, the old man's seemingly unrestrained expression on his face suddenly disappeared. Instead, it was a face that became cruel, cold and bloodthirsty in an instant. The old man's eyes were covered with cold essence, his chin slightly looked up at the sky, disdained to look at Zhang Heng, and said faintly: "See? If I say I'm here to kill you, do you believe it?"

Zhang Heng was stunned and then smiled. His lips moved and seemed to be smiling slightly, but Zhang Heng's eyes exuded a deep and cold light without the slightest smile: "Really? Your words remind me of a sentence someone said to me before. Many people want to kill me, but these people are dead, and I am still alive."

"If you want to kill me, do you... Deserve it?"

Before that, many people just thought Zhang Heng was a little powerful.

At this moment, on the semi ring square, the young girls here suddenly found that the young man in front of them also had such a domineering side leakage. The occasional domineering side leakage of this ordinary young man was quite emotional!

After listening to Zhang Heng's words, the old man didn't answer at the first time. Instead, he took off the brown and yellow bow on his back, stretched out his bloody tongue and licked the bloody bow string on his bow. Then he stared at Zhang Heng and said gloomily, "if you don't try, who knows who will die?"

After listening to Zhang Heng's smile, he said a strange sentence: "try and die. You're killing yourself."

Whether the other party understands his words or not, Zhang Heng has turned his head and looked in the direction of the white haired elegant old man.

This time, Zhang Heng didn't have to speak. The other party had understood Zhang Heng's meaning and took the initiative to withdraw from the center of the fighting platform and sit in his own position. Then he opened his mouth and announced: "now, from the tenth round of black iron brave duel, the winner will be promoted and become a bronze brave. The loser needs to challenge the duel again from the first round."