Chapter 115

Yuan Shijie saw that Zhang Heng Mingming had won. Under his praise, he was still able to keep extremely sober and calm. He couldn't help but appreciate Zhang Heng more. Immediately, he lifted the armor of vitality on his body surface, then turned to the white haired elegant old man in the distance and said faintly, "I lost this game."

Then yuan Shijie turned to Zhang Heng and said, "maybe you're right. Maybe you can reach an unimaginable high level without the help of random star fragments."

With that, Yuan Shijie turned around and walked towards the stage without waiting for Zhang Heng to answer.

Seeing the untidy middle-aged man in front of him, Zhang Heng walked towards the battle stage as if there were no one else. His figure was speechless lonely. Suddenly, he couldn't help feeling some inexplicable emotions surging and flowing in his heart. Looking at the other party's distant figure, he suddenly said, "senior brother yuan, I said that even if I beat you, I may not necessarily not practice the fragmented script of random stars."

"I don't know where elder martial brother lives in the college. Zhang Heng will visit him when he is free."

After listening to Zhang Heng's words, Yuan Shijie suddenly gave a meal when he was leaving, and then said, "I don't live in the college now."

"If you want to, you can find me at Yuan's grocery store in the east city of the surrender city."

After that, he waved his hand without looking back, and then walked towards the distance.

Then the white haired and elegant old man stepped onto the stage and announced that Zhang Heng had won another round of bronze brave duel.

With the white haired elegant old man announcing his victory, Zhang Heng has left the battle platform and went to the duel hall to restore his vitality.

However, on the semi ring square, the young girls present did not give up their discussion because of Zhang Heng's departure.

"Unexpectedly, the vitality contained in Zhang Heng's body is so huge that it is comparable to the monster with such a deep foundation as Yuan Shijie who has not upgraded the second level of gas refining for 30 years!"

"The vitality in Zhang Heng's body is indeed huge, but it is not large enough to rival yuan Shijie's body strength?"

"Then why did Zhang Heng, not yuan Shijie, win in the end?"

They argued endlessly, and finally looked at the experts around them.

The experts had to harden their heads and say, "if you want to say monsters, I'm afraid these two people are enough to be monsters."

"As for the two of them, the vitality contained in that person's body is more huge, this answer is obvious. After all, Zhang Heng's foundation is still shallow, and it is impossible to surpass the content of vitality in Yuan Shijie's body."

"As for why, in the end, Yuan Shijie didn't have the strength of vitality in his body, but there was some strength of vitality in Zhang Heng's body. It was only because of the duel between the two. From the beginning to the end, Yuan Shijie was consuming an extremely large amount of strength, condensing the strength of vitality and launching an attack."

"Yuan Shijie's vitality needs to be saturated in his palm every time before he can gather success. The vitality consumed is extremely huge. When Zhang Heng responds to the attack, he can adjust the amount of vitality injected according to the strength of the attack. In this way, the vitality consumed by Zhang Heng is only a fraction of the other party's vitality. In the long run, he will consume his vitality first, Naturally became yuan Shijie. "

Speaking of this, the expert couldn't help adding: "of course, this is also yuan Shijie's beginning. He has seriously underestimated the vitality reserves in Zhang Heng's body, which will lead to subsequent things."

"In a word, in the duel of life and death, Zhang Heng may not be the opponent of Yuan Shijie with deep and terrible background, but Zhang Heng himself is definitely a person who can not be underestimated. Moreover, it may not take long. Once Zhang Heng breaks through the perfection of gas refining, he will be able to crush each other immediately."

"Now it seems that there is no hope for yuan Shijie's future, and Zhang Heng, if he doesn't die young, I'm afraid his future will be unlimited!"

In the past, experts or the parents of young girls praised other peers for their unlimited future. Even if they didn't say anything, they would scold the praised person in their heart.

But this time, after listening to the experts' praise of Zhang Heng, unexpectedly, no one retorted. Instead, many people cheered.

Because I don't know when the name Zhang Heng has become the target of these people's admiration and pursuit.

After all, these young girls may lack the necessary experience, or they may not have enough patience, perseverance and perseverance. However, their life experience and status determine that they do not lack the ability to observe words and colors and identify talents.

In their hearts, Zhang Heng is a rare talent!

In the future, even if you can't win over your own command, you should have a good relationship with each other.

Duel hall.

Beside the round table in the center of the hall, Zhang Heng sat quietly in his seat.

On his way back, he had swallowed a whole bottle of Yiqi pill.

At this time, Zhang Hengzheng closed his eyes, breathed evenly, and absorbed the continuous strength of Qi after the digestion of Yiqi pill in his body.

Zhang Heng, as a whole, is immersed in a state of extreme concentration and extreme to me.

In this state of concentration and selflessness, Zhang Heng has recovered his energy and vitality just for a moment.

At the moment of recovery, Zhang Heng opened his eyes and looked around.

I found that the people around me were watching themselves, and the expression on their face was full of amazement and incredible, and the expression on their face was full of a feeling of eager to try.

Others are focusing on their own things, practicing, dazing, or sleeping. Everyone has his own things to do.

At this time, the white haired elegant old man appeared in the duel hall again.

Then the other party called out the names of Zhang Heng and another man. The man's name was Wang Luren.

Wang Luren sounds like a big black faced man with long hands and feet, muscular and reckless impulse.

But Wang Luren in front of Zhang Heng is not at all.

Wang Luren in front of Zhang Heng is a scholar in white.

This man is not tall or thin, his skin is not black or white, and his face always has a delicate expression that everything is inferior, except reading.

Every time he sees the acquaintances around him, he always bows his hands and smiles politely in advance, with the demeanor of a modest gentleman.

However, Zhang Heng found that no matter how modest the other party was, there was always a faint trace of alienation and disdain in his smile.

Wang Luren never had a smile in his eyes.

The two men followed the white haired and elegant old man on the battle platform.

Just standing in the center of the fighting platform, Wang Luren looked at Zhang Heng in front of him, suddenly smiled and said with a seemingly enthusiastic voice: "I've seen all the 14 duels of brother Zhang, and none of them fell. It's wonderful. It's wonderful. It's unforgettable and impressive."

This time, there was still no smile in Wang Luren's eyes.

Not only did his eyes not smile, but there was a faint hint of cold forest cold in his eyes.

Before killing, many people can't help but show a trace of uncontrollable cruelty and bloodthirsty without the murderous spirit of human feelings.

The cold forest in Wang Luren's eyes was like a murderous spirit.

Zhang Heng doesn't understand when he offended the other party and wanted to make the other party want to kill himself.

Since the other party didn't like him and seemed to want to kill himself, Zhang Heng didn't have to be polite to the other party, so he said, "there shouldn't be 14 games, so many? Are you sure you saw my duel?"

"If I remember correctly, it seems that I won more than one duel without fighting. I didn't need to get on the platform to win the game."

Wang Luren smiled awkwardly. He didn't make more sophistry on what he said. Instead, he laughed, took a pen, and then said, "winning without war can only show that brother Zhang's strong combat power has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, making many of his opponents willing to bow down."

After listening to Wang Luren's words, Zhang Heng suddenly looked at each other, and a strange smile appeared on his face: "since I know that Zhang Heng is so strong, why don't you surrender and admit defeat? Do you like to be hanged? Unexpectedly, brother Wang is a good-looking man and likes to be abused. As expected, people can't judge by appearance and the sea can't measure."

After listening to Zhang Heng's words that obviously didn't save face, Wang Luren finally put away the fake smile on his face, looked coldly at Zhang Heng in front of him, and said faintly: "brother Zhang is naturally very strong, but brother Zhang has participated in so many duels in succession. I don't believe brother Zhang will not feel tired."

"At the end of the so-called crossbow, the potential can't wear Lu chime. I don't believe anyone can always win without losing."

"Human body is made of flesh and blood. After all, it is not grass, bamboo and stone. Grass, bamboo and stone will not feel tired. However, even if people can recover their vitality and energy by swallowing Yiqi pill, the fatigue accumulated by human flesh and blood will not disappear."

Zhang Heng smiled and looked at Wang Luren in front of him: "I understand. You're here to pick up a bargain. Do you think I'm at the end of a powerful crossbow that can't wear Lu chime now."

"But you may have miscalculated. I Zhang Heng's cheap is not so easy to pick up."

At this time, Wang Luren in front of him had lost the gentleness of the No. 4 scholar. Of course, it was also possible that the scholar was such a ghost. He laughed and then said, "it's good to pick it up. Only after trying."

Zhang Heng listened to the other party's words, just slightly pursed at the corners of his mouth and smiled faintly. He was not talking to the other party at all.

When the white haired and elegant old man on one side saw it, he immediately stepped forward and announced that the duel between the two had officially begun. This is the fourth round of duel between two men and one bronze brave man.