Chapter 281

After losing the long sword, Ouyang Qing has been pestering ye Ziheng for more than ten minutes. During this period, Ouyang Qing evades ye Ziheng's attack and looks for opportunities to attack ye Ziheng.

However, ye Ziheng has a black iron staff here. He attacks several times, but it is interrupted by the black iron staff.

At last, Ouyang Qing was impatient and rushed to ye Ziheng. He wanted to attack ye Ziheng, but how could ye Ziheng let him easily. He could not afford to throw a stick on his temple.

"When the host defeats the high-level martial arts in sanpinjing, he will be rewarded with physical ability + 10."

Ye Ziheng is stupefied for a while, can physical ability still obtain through this kind of method?

"System, how does this increase physical fitness count?"

Asked ye Ziheng.

"No matter how high or low the three levels, increase 10 points of physical fitness, no matter how high or low the four levels, increase 50 points, no matter how high or low the five levels, increase 100 points."

"Then why didn't I get a physical reward when I beat Murray?"

The system was silent for a while, and finally came back.

"It can increase physical fitness by 100 points, but lottery and 100W experience points need to be recovered."

"Oh, that's not necessary. It's good."

Ye Ziheng said with a smile.

This 100W experience value is nothing, but compared with 100 points of physical fitness, ye Ziheng still prefers that lottery ticket.

After all, everything in the raffle ticket is likely to be pulled out, which may be higher than 100 points of physical strength or lower than 100 points, but ye Ziheng prefers the feeling that the one shot plane becomes a motorcycle.

"Despicable! Unexpectedly again magic weapon suppresses the opponent, does not have the genuine leather material completely! "

At this time, a burst of shouting broke out in the crowd.

Ye Ziheng looked in the direction of the sound and found that it was said by an inner disciple in the middle of sanpinjing.

The following disciples looked at the inner disciple one after another. For a while, the disciple became the focus of the whole audience.

"You think I'm mean to use magic?"

Ye Ziheng looked at the disciple and asked, with a smile on his face.

The disciple stared at ye Ziheng's eyes and stood upright.

"Yes, they all use one magic weapon, but you are using three magic weapons to suppress others. It's not mean!"

For this disciple's point of view, many of the present disciples actually expressed their opposition. If they changed their routine, they would certainly stand up and say a fair word. But now ye Ziheng has offended the public anger, and no one is willing to help him at all. All of them are just looking at it with a lively attitude.

Ye Ziheng looked at the disciple with a smile on his face and shook his head at him.

"First of all, a magic weapon is a part of strength. If you have a magic weapon that is stronger than others, that is, strength is stronger than others. If others don't, that is their own relationship. Secondly, you say that my magic is two realms higher than his magic. Then why don't you see that his cultivation is two realms higher than me! "

As soon as ye Ziheng said this, the disciple suddenly appeared to be a little speechless. After a long time, he said incoherently.

"However, since we want to compete in martial arts, we should focus on fairness, so that we can count as a real competition."

After listening to this disciple's words, ye Ziheng couldn't help sneering.

"Fair? You mean you want fairness, don't you? "

The disciple nodded.

"Absolutely fair?"

Ye Ziheng asked again.

"Yes!"

"What the hell are you doing in martial arts?"