Standing in the third position is a strong man, with a sword and a knife on his waist, looking ignorant of the depth. However, being able to stand in the third position is definitely not an easy person to deal with.

The weapon of the funny fat man in the fourth place was even more strange. He was carrying a spatula behind his back and a brush as thick as an arm on his waist.

Could this man be a chef? But he is holding a brush!

Standing in the fifth place, it makes people think deeply that it is a little girl! Yes, the little girl who looks only thirteen or fourteen! Her face is delicate, but her face is cold, like a thousand-year-old ice that keeps people from thousands of miles away. Ximen Chuxue is the youngest in the entire sect, and so many people are confused. But I am embarrassed to bully a young man in his twenties and thirties, wouldn’t it be ridiculed to be a fellow traveler in the world?

The sixth and seventh Zhang Chong and Li Jiangnan, who are taught external disciples for a long time, have also developed a sense of unpowerful and angry temperament and elder temperament, which makes people dare not get too close to each other. However, if they have been with them for a long time, they will know that it is just a long-term state of cultivation, not their personal personality.

After thinking about it, a middle-aged man with a knife stood up and clasped his fists to show off.

Lin Luo returned to the carriage, and the battle naturally fell on the elder brother Chen Long. At this moment, he also stood up and said, "This hero, who is your opponent you chose?"

The middle-aged man pointed to the strange fat man Zhu who ranked fourth and said, "I'll choose him!"

Chen Long retreated aside. Since he had already chosen his opponent, he just needed to compete. After adding "Stop to the point", the empty venue was left for the two of them.

Zhu Pengtao scratched his head and walked up with big strodes. The middle-aged man with a knife also walked to the center of the venue.

"'Broken Wind Sword' Zhou Cheng, please ask your master for your skills!" Although he had a name, Zhou Cheng looked arrogant and didn't even take Fatty Zhu seriously.

Zhu Pengtao still looked careless and didn't pass by him in front of his master. It was even more hopeless to expect seriousness now.

"I'm curious, why is it me?" Zhu Pengtao asked in confusion.

"Break Wind Sword" Zhou Cheng glanced at Zhu Pengtao casually, and was not polite: "I think you are the weakest among them."

The weakest one, except for Ximen Chuxue, a little girl, Zhu Pengtao is indeed the weakest. He is a fat and careless person and has no aura. If he can be regarded as aura, he can barely be classified as a "person with aura."

Hearing this, Chen Long, as a senior disciple, burst into laughter. It turned out that Fatty Zhu's naughty and strange weapons were regarded as the weakest in the eyes of others. Zhao Zheng was elegant in temperament, and he coughed twice to stop his laughter. Even Ximen Chuxue frowned. What confidence does this middle-aged man have to regard Fat Brother as the weakest?

Zhu Pengtao's breathing was heavy, and he was obviously burning with internal fire. He regarded him as the weakest, and his little bit looked weak! His lungs were so angry that they were about to explode.

Everyone saw Zhu Pengtao's anger. He was regarded as the weakest disciple in public, and no one would have felt good about it. But after a moment of anger, Zhu Pengtao laughed again, making everyone confused.

"Is this fat man crazy because of anger?"

"It is possible that he was said to be the weakest in front of so many people, who would be crazy!"

Fatty Zhu ignored the nagging statements and thought to himself: Isn’t this what Master said about pretending to be a pig and slapping the face! It sounds very good on weekdays, but I didn’t expect that I would become the protagonist myself now. I have to pretend to be more similar, so that it will be more exciting and exciting to slap my face!

"Hehehe..."

"Fatty, are you laughing enough? Contest quickly!" Zhou Cheng was very unhappy with Zhu Pengtao's nerves, and wanted to defeat this fat man as soon as possible and then fight Lin Luo. In his opinion, his reputation was completely gained by others. He had never seen Lin Luo make moves, so he didn't believe in those bragging.

"I'm here Zhu Pengtao, a disciple and a friend of Lingyun, please give me advice!" The disciple and a friend of Zhu Fatty said his identity miserably.

Everyone also suddenly realized why he was carrying a spatula and a brush. It turned out that he was not only a disciple but also a chef, but he even more contempt for Fatty Zhu. At most, he was a servant who cooked dishes and did odd jobs for his disciples along the way.

After hearing this, Zhou Cheng smiled contemptuously. He guessed that this fat man was definitely not as tall as other disciples. Thinking of being able to fight Lin Luo soon, Zhou Cheng was vaguely excited, as if this game was already something in his pocket.

Capturing Zhou Cheng's "confident" smile, I wish Fatty a great acting and continue to show off.

"My senior brother said just now, let's click to the end, click to the end! Even if it doesn't hurt people, it's not good to hurt flowers and plants. This hero must remember!" Zhu Pengtao reminded with a serious expression.

Seeing this, Zhou Cheng sneered, and even gave Lin Luo a reputation. How powerful can the head of the sect be so powerful that his disciples are so greedy for life and fear of death?

Several inner disciples of the Lingyun Sect were trying to laugh but couldn't. This fat man was really playing the role of the fat man. They looked at the so-called "Break Wind Sword" Zhou Cheng in melancholy. This uncle will die later.

"Stop talking nonsense, you will naturally save your life when the time comes. I'm still waiting to fight with your master Sanju!"

Zhu Pengtao was unbelievable and stunned. He said after a long time of admiration: "It turns out that you are a master who named his family master. The boy is indeed disrespectful."

Zhou Cheng snorted coldly: "Since you know, you still retreat unconsciously, and I will compete with your master."

Zhu Pengtao shook his head and looked determined: "You are a master. How can I give up such a rare contest? I use all my strength. I hope you can also use all my strength to let me see the style of a master."

Everyone around him wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh. This fat man brought Zhou Cheng into the ditch, a master who was as famous as my master. People know Lin Luo, the "Two Swords of Poetry and Swords", but no one knows Zhou Cheng. Unexpectedly, Zhou Cheng couldn't turn his mind this time, and he really thought the other party was praising him.

Zhou Cheng calmed down and heard the whispers behind him. His anger was red in his face and shouted: "Little fat man, you dare to bully me, see!"

Zhu Pengtao pushed back two steps and looked helpless: "Uncle, you are a honest person, don't bully who you are?" As he hesitated for a moment, he took out the spatula behind him.

hiss!

What! This spatula is really a weapon!?

This little fat man wants to use a spatula to fight Zhou Cheng's short knife!

Only a few disciples were not surprised. This spatula was definitely not as ordinary as it looked. It was made of 100 steel and was no less than the long sword in their hands. This spatula was not only used by fat people to cook along the way, but also a sharp weapon against enemies. It combines several styles of cooking with sword techniques to form a unique and weird shovel method.

Zhou Cheng raised his short sword, and the sword energy drew a mark on the ground, dragging the sword to attack Zhu Pengtao.

What a sharp short knife!

After the dust on the ground flew over, a crack was two or three inches deep, with clear and consistent edges and corners. There was no trace of softness on the ground on both sides of the crack. It was obvious that the knife energy was condensed and concentrated and did not dissipate.
Chapter completed!