As the convener of this brief meeting, Hong Tao stood up and said a few polite words symbolically, then sat cross-legged and began to explain some martial arts experiences.

Zhan Wuque knew that it was just their pretentious acts, and the good show was still coming.

Sure enough, in less than half a cup of tea, Xiao Zhan suddenly interrupted. It was useless to just explain, and he needed to cooperate with actual combat to gain something.

Although everyone doesn't understand what Xiao Zhan's gourd sells, they agree with what he says.

Everyone retreated one after another, gave up a large open space in the middle, and Xiao Zhan drew a large circle.

"After the competition, you can qualify or admit defeat, you will be a failure!"

Hong Tao said loudly.

"Since that's the case, I'll do it first!"

One of them volunteered to come to the middle of the circle, clasped Hong Tao with both hands, and then pointed at Zhan Wuque and shouted loudly.

"Zhan Wuque, I want to challenge you!"

The man's name is Ji Ping, and he passed the external disciple assessment with Zhan Wuque, and ranked tenth in his grades.

Because he was at the bottom and passed the assessment, he was inevitably ridiculed by others. Ji Ping always had resentment, but he did not dare to vent this resentment against someone who was stronger than him, so Zhan Wuque became his target of venting.

In his opinion, Zhan Wuque had no strength in the top ten, but he was tied for the first place with Geng Sheng.

If it weren't for Zhan Wuque, he should have been ninth, not at the bottom, and would not have been ridiculed by everyone.

He wants to take revenge!

Looking at Ji Ping with an angry face, Zhan Wuque was a little confused.

Do they know each other?

"Zhan Wuque, if you are a man, come up and fight me with Jiping openly!"

Ji Ping saw Zhan Wuque indifferently, thinking he was afraid and shouted louder.

"Since you have to seek abuse, I will help you!"

Zhan Wuque's footsteps were a little bit and landed directly opposite Jiping.

The battle is about to break out.

"etc!"

Xiao Zhan interrupted with a voice, his lips raised, and a strange smile appeared, "Since it's a competition, why not give me a lottery?"

"Brother Xiao's words are very wonderful!" Qin Ming applauded and praised, and Su Can, Hong Zhi and others followed behind and agreed.

"This is a good idea," Hong Tao nodded with a smile.

Ji Ping laughed, "How is it, do you dare?"

"What's not to dare?"

Zhan Wuque's expression was faint. Until now, he probably understood the purpose of this Hongmen Banquet.

If you guess correctly, Hong Tao and others are doing their contribution points.

It is fake to guide newcomers, but it is true to take out the contribution points in their hands through gambling.

"This is all my wealth, if you win, it's yours!" Ji Ping threw the storage bag on his waist to the ground next to him.

Zhan Wuque is speechless.

As his name suggests, Ji Ping is really a top-notch person. I thought he would win, but he actually bet on all his wealth.

Zhan Wuque was too lazy to talk nonsense, so he untied the storage bag on his waist and threw it into the ground.

"Eat me a punch!"

Ji Ping opened his eyes wide open, clenched his fists, and stepped violently, like a tiger coming out of the stream.

"Black Tiger Heart-Take Fist!"

Behind Ji Ping, a black tiger phantom gradually emerged.

This is the transformation of Yuanli that only exists after breaking through to King Wu. It is only half a step in the Jiping realm, so the black tiger phantom cannot fly out, it can only be attached to the body and increase its attack power.

Ji Ping was not slow, and in the blink of an eye he rushed to Zhan Wuque. He swung his fist violently, and the black tiger behind him also poked out his claws and attacked Zhan Wuque's chest.

"The best-quality yellow-level martial arts, the Black Tiger Heart-Tail Fist, and the boxing technique recorded in the first level of the Sutra Pavilion. I didn't expect that Ji Ping had already practiced this level in just a short time."

"Ji Ping is not weak, and with the Black Tiger Heart-Tailing Fist, that kid is probably going to be injured!"

Everyone watched coldly, as if they had seen Zhan Wuque vomiting blood and retreating.

In the field, Zhan Wuque had no expression on his face and did not move at all.

When Ji Ping came closer, he suddenly made a move and slapped Ji Ping's fist like lightning.

"Bang!"

A muffled groan rang.

"Click!"

Ji Ping trembled all over, his right arm broke directly, and he flew backwards uncontrollably and fell heavily to the ground. Then a mouthful of blood was spurted out, his eyes full of fear.

"He's so strong?"

Many people were shocked.

They couldn't do it by slapping the King of Wu with one palm.

But some people are disdainful and don't care at all.

Just a half-step Martial King, they are just ants in their eyes. As for Zhan Wuque, a slightly stronger ants are still ants.

Zhan Wuque raised his hand, and two storage bags on the ground flew up and landed in his hands.

Ji Ping's eyes were red and his face was full of despair.

That was all his wealth, and now all his money was taken away by Zhan Wuque.

But, he can only blame himself for this.

It was him who took the initiative to jump out and challenge Zhan Wuque, and it was him who took the initiative to agree to the bet and bet on all his wealth.

Zhan Wuque glanced at him and then withdrew his gaze.

There must be something hateful about a poor person.

Although he looked down on Ji Ping's wealth, he would not return it to him.

Doing something wrong requires a price to pay.

If Ji Pingsheng had turned out to be Ji Pingsheng, he might be showing off his power and ridiculing him in every possible way, which is not worthy of sympathy.

"Who else?    !"

Zhan Wuque looked around the audience.

"I'm so arrogant when I defeated someone. I'll do it!"

Another person rushed up.

This person's name is Mao Yu, and he ranks third in the assessment of outer disciples.

Ji Ping was defeated by a palm. The person with the lowest ranking in the assessment felt that he was not Zhan Wuque's opponent and no longer dared to come up again. Only the top three still have the power to fight.

"I'll bet on you two contribution points!"

Mao Yu gritted his teeth and said.

These two contribution points are what he has earned back hard these days.

Zhan Wuque looked calm and slowly stretched out a finger, "If you can accept my move, I will admit defeat and give you two hundred contribution points."

Mao Yu's eyes suddenly turned red.

"Keep your word!" Mao Yu roared, slapped the storage bag suddenly, and a red phlegm fell into his hand.

"An Tiankong!"

He held the halberd in both hands, and the energy in his body poured into it. The light of the halberd body suddenly shone out, and an invisible wave dispersed.

"It turned out to be a mysterious weapon!"

Someone exclaimed.

"Even if it is just a low-level mysterious grade, it is rare," Hong Tao commented, with a trace of disdain flashing in his eyes.

A mere mysterious low-level class is rare to have a great elegance.

In the field, the halberd slashed down towards Zhan Wuque. There was a sound explosion along the way, and the momentum was quite good.

"Two hundred contribution points are mine!"

Mao Yu shouted loudly.

This is his full-strength attack, and even Ji Ping, who is ranked tenth, will definitely not be able to stop this attack!

The halberd fell, and Zhan Wuque stretched out his palm and hit him up.

"clang!"

When the halberd palms collided, a clanging sound like a collision of gold and iron came out.

"How is this possible!"

Mao Yu was stunned on the spot.

Everyone was shocked.

Hong Tao showed horror.

The flesh palm can actually collide with a weapon! It is also a mysterious weapon!

Could it be that Zhan Wuque's physical strength can already be comparable to that of a lower-level mysterious weapon?
Chapter completed!