I Hang Up In the Fantasy World

Time passed quietly.

On this day, Zhang Yi walked out of the room.

At this point, it is already a month later.

"The next person came to inform that my flying marks have been successfully forged."

"I don't know how powerful it is?"

Zhang Yi's eyes flickered, and his footsteps became much lighter under the excitement in his heart.

Passing by a blooming garden, Zhang Yi came to the hall.

With a glance, Zhang Yi looked at the sword in the old man's hand.

——At this time, Feihen's sword body was still hidden in the scabbard.

"My lord, it's a good luck not to disgrace my life." The old man said with a smile, and handed the fly marks in his hand to Zhang Yi.

Zhang Yi took the long sword, only to find that there is a pattern engraved on the hilt of the sword, a bit like a phoenix flying with wings, and it feels arrogant to look down on the world.

Hmm... Isn't the hero supposed to be a dragon... Zhang Yi complained in his heart.

Holding the scabbard with his left hand, and putting his right hand on the hilt, Zhang Yi took a deep breath, pulled out his right hand, and pulled Feihen out of the scabbard.

The snow-white light flashed into the eyes, and a sharp air rushed towards him.

Zhang Yike didn't use his sword intent or true energy, but simply drew his sword.

Zhang Yi's eyes lit up, and he exerted force on his hand again, and with a clang, all the flying marks came out of their sheaths.

There is no concealment for the sharpness, it is really like a sword out of its sheath, showing its sharpness, that sharpness makes people's skin chill, like a peerless swordsman showing his might.

Feihen's sword body is like autumn frost, thin and tough all over, with a faint cold light.

Zhang Yi's true essence merged into it, only to hear the sword body tremble slightly, and there was a frosty white sword light flickering on it.

Zhang Yi turned around and swung his sword casually.

I saw the frosty white sword light coming out of the body, passing in the low sky, and shining an arc.

Quietly, Jianmang sank into the white wall, and then there was no movement.

But Zhang Yi's eyes flickered, and he could clearly see that the frost-white sword light had penetrated into the white wall without the slightest pause, and had already pierced through it.

Where the sword light pierced through, only a tiny trace was left, while the surrounding walls were not damaged at all.

The sword light is extremely condensed.

Exercising sword moves with the third-level flying traces has improved the degree of condensed sword energy.

Zhang Yi nodded, and his attack power will be greatly improved.

How to do it has to be tested.

"Sir, are you satisfied?" the old man said with a smile.

"Satisfied, of course satisfied, this time, I have to thank Mr. Liu."

Zhang Yi quickly replied.

"It's good that the son is satisfied."

The old man held his beard and nodded with a smile.

For a weapon craftsman, it is indeed a joyful thing for a weapon made by oneself to be recognized by others.

"Congratulations to Zhang Gongfeng for getting the sword."

On the side, Zheng Jian came up and said with a smile.

Zhang Yi nodded with a smile, put Feihen's sword back into its sheath, and prepared to try its power in the wild later.

At this time, the curtain on the side of the hall was pulled up, and a person walked out.

The visitor was dressed in a yellow robe, with a firm face and mostly white beards.

Zhang Yi looked subconsciously and found that it was a person he had never seen before.

But looking at the fluctuations of the real energy around him, especially better than Zheng Jian and Fang Lin, his heart immediately understood.

Wangdu's top expert, Zheng Yuan.

Due to injury, he was absent from the competition for the spot, but now a month has passed, and judging by his appearance, he has obviously recovered.

"Young master is very skilled, and even Zhao Wushuang can be defeated easily. I am ashamed to have such strength at such a young age."

As soon as he walked over, Zheng Yuan opened his mouth and said.

Obviously, he has learned all about the incident from Zheng Jian.

"Your Excellency praised it, but it was just a discussion."

Zhang Yi replied.

"This time the competition for the quota is really thanks to the young master, otherwise the Great Yanzong will succeed."

Zhang Yi raised his brows. There is a lot of information in this statement, that is to say, it is really the hands and feet of the Great Yanzong.

However, Zhang Yi didn't answer the conversation either. This matter has nothing to do with him, so there is no need to intervene in it.

I heard Zheng Yuan say again, "I have fought against Zhao Wushuang several times, and we have won and lost."

"The young master easily defeated Zhao Wushuang, but if it were me, it would have the same ending."

"However, I still want to compete with the young master. I don't know what the young master wants?"

Zhang Yi thought for a while and nodded.

He just got the Feihen Sword, and he still wants to try its power.

As a result, someone jumped out immediately, wasn't it just a coincidence.

"That son, let's go."

...

The king's capital is performing martial arts.

Zhang Yi and Zheng Yuan stood on both sides.

"Father, if you lose, just admit defeat, don't worry about it."

Beside Zheng Yuan, Zheng Jian said quietly.

"snort."

Zheng Yuan snorted coldly, and said in a dissatisfied tone, "A father doesn't know how to be flexible.

"" It's just that I haven't played against Zhao Wushuang for many years, so I want to think about it with the other party. "

"So that's the case." Zheng Jian's eyes lit up, this is indeed a good way.

Zhao Wushuang and Zhang Yi fought against each other.

Then he will fight Zhang Yi again.

Can Zhao Wushuang's general strength be reversed soon?

It's wonderful.

Although Zheng Jian and Fang Lin had been watching the whole battle and knew that Zhao Wushuang was crushed badly by Zhang Yi, they didn't know Zhang Yi's true strength.

Therefore, they don't know whether Zhao Wushuang has regressed or Zhang Yi is too strong.

Only by using this battle to feel Zhang Yi's strength can he make an accurate judgment.

Zheng Jian looked at Zheng Yuan's figure walking towards the field at this moment, feeling very relieved in his heart.

With the help of Zhang Fengfeng, it takes time to practice to obtain a Tier 3 weapon, so take the initiative to come to a sparring session.

It's great that Dad thinks so.

"Are you ready?"

Looking at the middle-aged man in front of him, Zhang Yi asked.

"Although the young master came here, I am different from Zhao Wushuang Yan King in the state of all-round enhancement. I am specialized in defense, and I still have a bit of confidence to take over the young master's attack."

Zheng Yuan replied confidently.

That's it.

Zhang Yi, who was planning to save some strength, answered the opposite.

Immediately, his eyes lit up, and he said, "Your Excellency is so proud!"

After speaking, the Feihen sword came out of its sheath, and with the sound of the sword groaning, Zhang Yi stabbed straight at the opponent.

The sky is dark and dark clouds are coming.

What the sword pointed at, never moving forward.

"Good job." Zheng Yuan greeted him confidently.

Zhao Wushuang was able to fight Zhang Yi for so long before, and he was specialized in defense. Although he had a new tier 3 sword on the opposite side, it would not be a problem if he wanted to fight for a hundred rounds. After all, everyone was in the middle stage.

...

After twenty moves.

"Peng." Zhang Yi kicked Zheng Yuan in the chest and sent him flying, rubbing against the ground and gliding all the way. After a while, he stabilized his figure and stood up.

...

Zheng Yuan: Lost in a few dozen moves? ? ?

"Come again!"

He said a little angrily, and then rushed up again.

...

Soon, he was chopped off the ground by a sword again.

Zheng Yuan was a little outrageous, he gritted his teeth: Come again!

...

There was a big hole on the ground, and Zheng Yuan crawled out of it.

Zheng Yuan: How could I lose so quickly? Something is wrong. I am a defense major. Have I regressed so much?

"Come again!"

Gritting his teeth, Zheng Yuan rushed out again!

...

Looking at this scene in the distance, Zheng Jian raised his hand to cover his eyes, and shook his head.

What happened before was all an illusion, why did he come up with the scary idea that his father was reassuring?

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