Chapter 200： Wind mark

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At the moment when Huang Fuhua took the sword, everyone thought it was unstoppable and mighty.

However, immediately after Jiang Chen's sword, he formed a sharp contrast, as if he was moving forward, and suddenly found that a more majestic peak appeared behind the mountain in front of him.

The two of them are not an order of magnitude.

Huang Fuhua's sword is like a small pond, drowned by Jiang Chen's river.

"Get up!"

The ten words fell in one, and Daomang had the might of the sky.

One size fits all ten styles.

Among the splendid swordsmanship, there was a sharpness.

"Impossible, this is impossible!"

Huang Fuhua couldn't believe everything that happened. "Kill the Ghost" is his pride, and is the capital of the four youngest in the imperial capital.

The elders of the family have said that mastering the "five words in one" at his age is a wizard.

As a result, with the performance of Jiang Chen in front of him, he only knew how immature he was.

There was no suspense in the ending. Huang Fuhua was shot off the platform, and his injuries were inevitable.

The outcome has been divided, but some people are unwilling to believe it.

For example, Linghu is the best of three people, and Beijing ’s most outstanding genius has been defeated, which means that the person on the stage is enough to look down on the entire capital!

Huang Fuming's state of mind was the most complicated. He remembered what he said during the preliminary round. At this time, he felt more uncomfortable than being slapped.

"Who the **** is this! Why is he wearing a mask ?!"

After accepting Jiang Chen's victory, everyone's thoughts are the same.

A variety of consciousness fell on him, trying to see through the face under the mask, but all came back to nothing, and it was not surprising to connect the heavens.

"what?"

The old man of gray robe changed color on the wall.

Based on his experience, the genius has seen a lot of brilliant battles with genius, and to be honest, the performance of Jiang Chen and Huang Fuhua is out of his sight.

However, even his consciousness could not see through the mask, and he was curious.

"Is it forbidden? Who made it? It can stop the old man's consciousness." He said in his heart.

At the same time, in the square, a young man who is receiving much attention today looks at Jiang Chen.

Someone around him asked, "Lü Fei, how does this man work?"

"His knife is very stiff. In the last style, his skill level cannot be shown at all. He is actually a swordsman!" When the youth named Lu Fei finished the last word, the war in his eyes was burning. .

Not only did he see it, but on the other side of the square, there were also three young men with great looks discussing.

"Did you deliberately hide it?"

"It is not necessary, is it possible to be afraid that Lu Fei will bother him?"

"No, he's taking the opportunity to practice his knife."

The three were wind marks, Gao Lili, and Shui Han.

All are in the top thirty of the salary list, the strongest three swordsmen among young people.

The last person to talk about was Yi Shuihan. When the other two looked at him, he said, "He has a certain knife foundation, otherwise he can't hide."

Wind marks and Gao Wenli were very unexpected, and then disdain.

"A fellow initiate with a sword? That's stupid. The sword and the sword are very different."

"Yes, this is a mediocre person asking for trouble."

Regarding what his friend said, Yi Shuihan would not comment, but just looked at Jiang Chen with profound eyes.

Soon, the time of recovery of a quarter of an hour has passed, and Jiang Chen will face the next opponent.

Of course, it's not just him, everyone else is the same.

It's just that Jiang Chen's performance has attracted a lot of people's surprises. Now there are no eye-catching people on other platforms, so his platform has become a hit.

In the square, many people looked at their wooden signs, some of them were nervous, some were expectant, and some were calmly facing them.

"it's me."

While everyone was looking at each other, a person held a wooden sign in his hand and showed a helpless smile.

Helpless, not powerless.

He did not like Jiang Chen to end by himself, because he felt that the strength of the two was not a level.

This person is the wind mark in the Three Musketeers.

No. 29 on the Fire List.

Dozens of leading Huang Fuhua, no wonder he thinks so.

"Take it lightly and give someone a little affection," Gao Jianli said next to him.

"I will."

The trace of the wind smiled slightly, his body moved, and the sword flashed, and people appeared on the platform.

Wow!

The crowd was in an uproar, and the existence of the top 50 on the payroll list has always been the focus of attention, especially young swordsmen such as Wind Scorch.

A lot of young women were excited and giddy.

The wind marks the twenty-ninth in the salary list and the fifth in the son list.

Bai Yi Shengxue, black hair was like ink, the corners of his mouth were slightly upward, and he smiled lazily, as if he was not attentive to the next battle.

"You have to fight?" Fengzhi asked.

"Why not fight?"

"My last opponent is different from you, and you can't win." When Fengzhi said this, his smile remained, and his arrogant words didn't mean anything in his mouth, as if he said this by nature.

"Which rank is there in the salary list?" Jiang Chen asked.

"Thirty-six people a month ago ~ www.novelhall.com ~ now twenty-nine people." Fengzhichen chuckled.

"The span is really big," Jiang Chen said.

The wind mark nodded slightly, stretched out his right hand, and made a 'please' gesture under the platform.

"However, if I beat you and promote dozens of people, it is worth looking forward to," Jiang Chen said again.

Suddenly, people breathed a breath, and the hand stretched out by the wind mark stiffened there.

"interesting."

Gao Jianli and Yi Shuihan looked at each other with smiles on their faces, and were happy to see friends hitting the wall.

"Ah."

On the stage, the smile of the wind mark has changed slightly, like a sword that just emerged from the sheath shines.

"The idiot is dreaming!"

In four words, the wind marks the frustration, the sword is pulled out, the sword is raised, and the cold wind-like sword air blows away the breath left by the swordsman duel just now.

"Good looks!"

"It's worthy of being a talented boy!"

The mere drawing of a sword made many females present, and the white figure was endlessly chic.

"I said Chu Luo, your brother is poor enough to defeat Huang Fuhua, and another wind mark ..."

Meng Feifei sighed and shook her head. No matter how much she asked of Jiang Chen, guessing what card Jiang Chen had, it became unimportant after the marks of wind came on the court.

However, she didn't finish talking, and was surprised to find that Chu Luo's expression was not right.

Although it was also a worry, it was not the kind of worry she thought.

"Brother must have suffered a big loss, and hopes that the next opponent will have better luck." Chu Luo murmured.

"Next opponent?"

Meng Feifei couldn't believe what he heard, didn't he say that Chu Luo was just worried that the marks of the wind would consume Jiang Chen's combat power, but in the end, Jiang Chen still won.

"Chu Luo, you wake up, that's the mark of the wind, the top 50 of the salary list!" * 3 * 6 * 9 *

(Sikushu)