I Hang Up In the Fantasy World

"The third round of competition, Wang Du wins!"

When the four fields were silent, a voice shouted out.

Immediately, there was a lot of voices and discussions all around.

Who would have thought that in the absence of Zheng Yuan, the top player in the capital, the side of the capital could still achieve a record of three victories!

This time, the competition for the number of places in the Blood Spirit Pool has come to an end.

There are six on the Wangdu side, and six on the Spirit Sword Gate side.

And the Great Yanzong, who had been placed high hopes by everyone, fell before the battle for the place.

"I lost..."

Compared with the cheers from the king's capital, Great Yanzong fell silent all of a sudden, losing all three battles, and even the Great Elder returned in a disastrous defeat, which was even more desperate than the previous two competitions.

The first two matches were back and forth, but in the third match, they were directly crushed.

The faces of many disciples of the Great Yan Sect became extremely ugly.

The battle that was originally thought to be a complete victory turned out to be like this in the end!

"That man turned out to be Wangdu's trump card."

Beside Chen Lie, a thin man, Commander Chen, smiled wryly in a low voice.

"What is the origin of that person?"

"How on earth did Wangdu manage to hire such a person?"

Chen Lie frowned, and asked in a cold voice.

"I don't know. This person is very strange. I don't have any news about him in Beiling. I suspect he is from another region."

"Should I order my disciples to investigate?" Chen Lie suggested.

"No, the opponent's strength is so strong, and you must not do anything that may annoy the opponent. This time, let's swallow this bitter fruit."

Commander Chen said in a low voice.

the other side.

Zhang Yi hit Zhao Wushuang severely with his sword, and turned around and floated back.

"Zhang Feng."

After returning to the side of the capital, Zheng Jian said, his tone full of gratitude.

And the rest of the people on the Wangdu side all looked at Zhang Yi in awe, with admiration in their eyes.

"Thank you Zhang Gongfeng for your full support in the competition for the number of people in the Blood Spirit Pond, otherwise we may end up in a disastrous defeat on the side of the capital." Zheng Jian said solemnly.

"It's just a transaction. I just follow the rules and just pay the bill." Zhang Yi said with a smile.

"That's natural." Zheng Jian said with a smile.

"After returning to the capital, I can tell Mr. Liu to forge a Tier 3 weapon for you."

"And the Blood Spirit Pond is still open in three months, Zhang Gongfeng can make some preparations earlier."

"That would be all the better."

Zhang Yi nodded, feeling that he had gained a lot from this trip.

While Zhang Yi and Zheng Jian were chatting.

Zhao Wushuang, who was hit by a sword and fell to the ground, was also helped back to the Great Yanzong by his disciples.

"Great Elder."

"Great Elder."

Both Chen Lie and Commander Chen spoke out.

And Zhao Wushuang looked towards the direction of the king's capital with a gloomy face, with a little cold light in his eyes, he didn't take the words of the two, and there was a hideous scratch on his chest.

"Elder Zhao, the winners of the three rounds are now divided, and we have to accept it." Zhao Wushuang looked in the direction of the capital with gloomy eyes, Zheng Jian seemed to be aware of it, returned a faint smile, and cupped his hands.

"Hmph! The capital really hired a good helper." Zhao Wushuang sneered.

"To each other, but now our capital has won all three battles. According to the previous rules, this "Blood Spirit Pond" does not have the share of the Great Yanzong. Elder Zhao, please forgive me." Zheng Jian laughed.

Hearing these words, Chen Lie and the others couldn't help but clenched their fists tightly, their faces full of unwillingness.

The Blood Spirit Pond has the magical function of washing scriptures, cutting marrow, and strengthening the physical body. For the disciples in the sect, it plays an extremely important role. If they can absorb the power of energy and blood in it, their future martial arts will surely go well. more smoothly.

It's a pity that they lost the competition for the quota this time, completely.

"Hmph, it's just good luck for a while, I hope you can always have such good luck."

"let's go!"

Since he lost, staying here would be self-defeating. Zhao Wushuang threw his hands away and immediately decided to return to the Great Yanzong.

"The competition for the quota is over, so let's go back too," Zheng Jian said.

Zhang Yi also agreed.

Just as he was about to leave, there was a person walking towards the Spirit Sword Gate.

The person who came was dressed in fluttering clothes and moved like the wind. He was the land warrior dispatched by the Spirit Sword Gate this time, and at the same time the referee of this competition, Zhong Bei.

Zhong Bei walked up to the Wangdu side, with a smile on his face, he first cupped his hands and congratulated: "This time the Wangdu side has won a big victory, it is really gratifying."

"It's just luck." Zheng Jian didn't dare to neglect, and quickly replied.

"Brother Zheng is too humble. Winning all three games is not just a matter of luck." Zhong Bei said with a smile, and looked back at Zhang Yi.

"This grown-up is"

Zheng Jian didn't answer, but looked at Zhang Yi.

Zhang Yi glanced at Zhong Bei quietly, and then withdrew his gaze.

"It's not worth mentioning, this trip is just a transaction."

Zhang Yi said coldly.

The subconscious meaning of Zhang Yi's words is already very clear.

It's not worth mentioning, I didn't say my name, obviously I don't want to have too much contact with others.

Pointing out that this trip was a transaction also explained his relationship with Wangdu.

It turns out that there is no special relationship between the capital and this man.

Zhong Bei was certain that he had already got the answer.

So he pretended to chat a few more words, then found an excuse and left.

"Okay, let's go."

After Zhong Bei left, Zhang Yi said calmly.

For Zhang Yi, there are only two goals for his trip.

First, ask someone to build a Tier 3 weapon.

Second, get a place in the Blood Spirit Pool.

And now these two goals are almost completed, just need to wait for a while.

Naturally, he didn't want to make extra trouble.

It is the best choice to firmly obtain these two benefits and then leave.

Zhang Yi and Fang Lin soared into the sky, turned into a stream of light and shot towards the sky, while below, the forces on the side of Wangdu returned the same way under the command of Zheng Jian.

...

the next day.

King's living room.

Zhang Yi sat on one side, while Zheng Jian and Fang Lin sat on the other side. Besides the two, there was another person in the living room.

"Zhang Gongfeng, let me introduce you, this is Mr. Liu, the only craftsman in our royal capital."

"Your Excellency's weapon forging will depend on Mr. Liu."

Zheng Jian pointed to a wrinkled old man beside him and said.

It turned out to be him, Zhang Yi thought to himself, nodded and replied politely.

"Old Liu, I will really trouble you next time."

Zhang Yi also maintains respect for craftsmen.

"It's all trivial." The old man said with a smile: "I've heard about what happened this time. The reason why I was able to win a big victory is thanks to the young master. I built a weapon for the young master. What is it? Woolen cloth."

Zhang Yi was not polite, and handed the storage ring he had prepared earlier to the old man, which contained materials for forging Tier 3 weapons.

There is a sword in it, Feihen.

Zhang Yi's plan is to use the flying marks as the main body, add new materials to reforge it, and make it change from 2nd order to 3rd order.

The old man took the storage ring and said with a smile: "Young master, you can pick it up in a month." After speaking, the old man took his leave and left, leaving only three people in the field.

"Is Zhang Gongfeng entering the Blood Spirit Pool to strengthen his physical body?"

Zheng Jian said.

Zhang Yi nodded.

The function of the Blood Spirit Pond is the power of qi and blood contained in it, and the function of the power of qi and blood, whether it is washing tendons, cutting marrow or refining the body, is the same as the physical body.

This cannot be hidden, nor does it have to be.

"Zhang Gongfeng, maybe you need this." Zheng Jian said, took out a cheat book from the storage ring and handed it to Zhang Yi.

Zhang Yi looked down.

The cover is brand new, as if it has just been taped.

There are five large characters on it.

"Blood Turbine Art."