Chapter 110

Zhang Heng did not care about everyone's reaction. After eating the Yiqi pill, he sat in his own position, closed his eyes and refreshed himself, and replied to the energy and energy consumed by the continuous war.

In a moment, Zhang Heng had recovered as before. With Yiqi pill, he was really very different from before.

Looking around, I saw people looking at themselves. There was no turning a blind eye or disdain before.

Now, no matter where Zhang Heng looked, someone threw a wisp of goodwill smile, or a slight hug and a gentle nod at Zhang Heng.

This is the embodiment of strength.

When Zhang Heng first came, it seemed to everyone that he was just an unknown and immature boy. Maybe in the next duel, he would die in the hands of others immediately. Naturally, no one would pay attention to him.

But it was this unknown young man who, in just one hour, fought 11 games in a row, and has won 11 games in a row so far.

Such performance is enough to prove Zhang Heng's strength and that Zhang Heng is now qualified to have his own place in the natural selection building.

For such a proud young and promising Zhang Heng, people have no grievances and enemies with him. Naturally, there is no need to fight against him. Instead, they want to have a good relationship with Zhang Heng now. In case of anything in the future, maybe they can ask Zhang Heng for a favor.

Throw a peach and repay it with Qiongyao.

Zhang Heng also remembered the kindness of the people one by one and responded to the past one by one with a smile.

At this time, the figure of the white haired elegant old man appeared in front of Zhang Heng again.

Seeing each other, Zhang Heng stood up without hesitation and walked outside the duel hall.

Just as Zhang Heng was walking out of the door of the hall, he suddenly heard a voice behind him saying, "I'm willing to bow down to an expert like master Zhang. This time, I abstained."

Zhang Heng turned his head and saw a young man in blue standing quietly in the center of the hall, hugging Zhang Heng with both hands and smiling.

People voluntarily abstained. Zhang Heng won without a fight. Naturally, he was happy to agree, so he immediately replied, "I accept it. Zhang hengming keeps it in mind."

On one side, the white haired and elegant old man saw that they had reached a consensus in front of themselves, and suddenly they were speechless.

There's nothing to lose for both of them.

Because both of them are first-class bronze warriors, there is no problem of deducting rewards in the first round of duel.

On the contrary, Zhang Heng saved himself a lot of energy and time.

But for the natural selection building, it is embarrassing that it has received less tickets for a duel.

In this way, another group of talents had just started the duel. Zhang Heng had to sit back in the duel hall, wait for the duel results, and then carry out his second round of first-class bronze duel.

The winner in the second round was a boy as thin as paper. The boy could win in the first round. Obviously, his strength would never be too poor. In addition, he was young and energetic. In the face of Zhang Heng, who was also a teenager and a year or two younger than him, the boy could not say abstention anyway.

On the new battle platform, the white haired and elegant old man stared at the two teenagers in front of him without expression. Then he cleared his throat and said in a loud voice: "the first bronze brave man in the natural selection building, the second round of duel, now."

Then the old man with white hair turned and left.

Facing Zhang Heng, the boy opposite pulled out a strange long knife in his hand.

Obviously, the Dao is not the masterpiece of the caster of the Jin Dynasty. It presents a snake like shape. Many bottomless holes are carved on the whole blade, and bronze bell shaped things are hung on the back.

Zhang Heng also saw such a strange yuan soldier long knife for the first time.

Seeing that Zhang Heng kept staring at his yuan soldier's long sword, the young man said with some pride: "my knife is a top-grade yuan soldier of yellow level. The name of the knife is' funeral chaos'. Combined with my unique learning the seven Huangjing of funeral chaos, it is cut out with a knife. The sound of the knife is like ghosts crying and God crying, which makes people feel like death and chaos..."

Zhang Heng heard that the other party began to seriously introduce his yuan soldiers. He immediately didn't know what to say. It was not easy to wait for the other party to finish talking, but he saw the other party looking at the overlord gun in his left hand.

It seems that this should be reciprocity. People introduced their own yuan soldiers, and Zhang Heng had to introduce his own.

Zhang Heng had to harden his head and said, "I'm also a top-grade yuan soldier at the Yellow level. The gun is called overlord gun. I also study overlord gun. It's nothing special to use. It's just easy to use. It's easy to defeat my opponent."

The boy opposite stopped Zhang Heng's words and was stunned. Someone said that his yuan soldier's unique skill.

Hearing Zhang Heng's casual appearance, I know that Zhang Heng has no in-depth research on his unique skills of Yuan soldiers. I'm afraid it's only a fluke that the other party can promote bronze brave.

But this time, the boy decided not to let the lucky boy continue to be lucky. The thin boy has secretly vowed in his heart to defeat Zhang Heng completely.

So the young man stared at Zhang Heng with cold eyes and said, "you do it."

Zhang Hengzhang kept Zhang Zhang, and secretly Tucao: "what I do first is, it doesn't matter. I'm afraid that if I make complaints about it, you will not have the chance to sell."

However, seeing that the other party's face was cold and lonely, it was obvious that he was not ready to talk nonsense with himself. Zhang Heng was too lazy to be boring. He nodded slightly. The overlord's long gun in his left hand suddenly shook, and the Dragon roared through the four directions.

Countless surging vitality surged out from Zhang Heng's Dantian air sea, passed through Zhang Heng's left arm, reached the handle of the overlord gun, and finally gathered at the front of the overlord gun.

With a buzzing sound, the tip of the overlord gun lit up a bit of dazzling black light, and hissed in the rapid tremor.

Zhang Heng's overlord gun went out to sea like a green dragon and finally stabbed it out abruptly.

Then, there is no then.

Because after Zhang Heng shot out, the thin boy opposite had no time to shoot. Zhang Heng's glittering gun tip had appeared in front of him.

The thin boy hurriedly blocked the confused knife in front of him, but because he underestimated the power of Zhang Heng's overlord gun, he brought surging impact under the first move of overlord gun.

As a result, with the tip of Zhang Heng's overlord gun slightly, he only heard a clank, followed by a dull clang.

The crowd saw that the blade face of the mourning knife was only lightly touched by the overlord gun, and suddenly it was like being hit hard, so that the thin boy could not hold his hands at all, and shook his hands and threw them back. The place close behind the mourning knife was the cold and arrogant face of the thin boy.

Of course, in the dull crash, the strange twisted blade of the confusion knife was firmly photographed on a face of the lonely and thin boy. The thin boy was photographed with nosebleed on the spot, and the whole face became surprisingly flat as if it had been run over by a rolling pin.

This is not the end, the surging strength came from a steady stream of impact, and then directly bumped the boy's body into the distant fighting platform defense air hood, and directly knocked the thin boy out. Finally, with a bang, the boy's thin body hit the foot of the defense air hood and never moved again.

On the semi ring square, many of the young girls present had never seen Zhang Heng before. Unexpectedly, this guy was so simple and rough. He looked at the side with bright big eyes. If nothing happened, he would stand there, his hands drooping naturally, and the overlord gun in his left hand pointed at Zhang Heng on the ground.

Then at a glance, he was shot by Zhang Heng and fainted. His face became very flat. The poor thin boy, all the young men and girls were stunned for a moment. Suddenly, they almost shouted Zhang Heng's name with a crazy mouth.

At this time, the white haired elegant old man has announced that Zhang Heng has won this time, once again, and won the first round of the bronze brave.

For this victory, Zhang Heng didn't have too much feelings. After all, in his opinion, the other party's combat power was ordinary and careless. Zhang Heng had not warmed up, and the other party had fallen down.

Hearing that he had won, Zhang Heng calmly nodded to the audience, then turned away with his overlord's long gun and left behind the cheers.

On the ninth floor of the natural selection building, landlord Xiao stared stunned at the battle platform. At this time, he was being dragged away. The thin boy who went to the treatment looked at his beautiful face, which had become unspeakable and flat. Then he slowly turned his head and asked ah Lian a very wonderful question: "Sister a Lian, do you think it hurts to be beaten in the face by your own yuan soldiers?"

Hearing this unexpected question, ah Lian couldn't help but sweep the hair in front of her, then blinked blind, and said, "this, yes. If the landlord is not sure, the landlord can try it by himself."

After hearing this, landlord Xiao immediately seemed to be patted on his face by his yuan soldier. He waved his hands and said, "I don't want it!"

Then in the study on the ninth floor of the natural selection building, two people laughed happily and relaxed.

At this time, the third duel began. The man in the third duel of Zhang Heng was a middle-aged man with messy hair tied behind his head with hemp rope. A long shirt on his body had also been washed white and lost its original color.

Middle aged people, the shoes under their feet are also worn for a long time, and the style looks like the old style decades ago.

The whole middle-aged person seems to have suddenly appeared in today's people from a place decades ago, with a sudden sense of disconnection from today's atmosphere.