There are still quite a lot of people in the Zhao clan, with about seventy or eighty people.

They are all children less than thirteen years old.

Zhao Pingzhou is considered young among them, but most of his peers are focused on him and regard him as a powerful enemy.

It’s not because of anything else, a innate master as a teacher, is the treatment that the rest of the clan envied.

Everyone also wanted to know how strong this innate master's disciple is?

You know, the Zhao clan is only two innate masters.

Of course, there are also many people who show disdainful eyes, thinking of defeating him and making a name for themselves.

No fool dared to provoke without authorization and say that Zhao Pingzhou was a wild child.

If a child is ignorant, it does not mean that the parents are ignorant.

Their parents have already given instructions and are not allowed to speak nonsense.

Zhao Pingzhou is nothing, but he has to give his teacher face.

Moreover, since Zhao Pingzhou's mysterious father could invite a master innate to be a teacher for Zhao Pingzhou, it is not easy.

At this time, Zhao Pingzhou's face was calm, imitating Wang Meng's usual appearance, straightening his back and carrying his hands.

At a young age, he looks like a master.

Two years have passed, and with the help of Wang Meng, most of the resources are not short of.

After practicing the twenty-four meridians of Qiu Qigong, he opened up thirty-six acupoints in succession, and his cultivation has reached the early stage of the acquired state.

The swordsmanship has also reached a high level.

Zhao Pingzhou is still very confident about this competition.

At the same time, I was thinking about completing the final teacher's instructions.

After a while, groups began to be divided one by one on the ring.

"Zhao Pingzhou is yelling to Zhao An!" A huge cry came.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Pingzhou went on stage and looked at his opponent from afar, Zhao An, who was half a head taller than him.

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Zhao Pingzhou clasped his fists and said, "Please!"

Zhao An was also a little excited in his eyes. He was the kind of person who was very jealous of Zhao Pingzhou as a teacher.

At the same time, I also wanted to expose Zhao Pingzhou's skin.

Even if it is a congenital master, what about it?

He has only been practicing sword for only two years, but he has been practicing for more than five years.

Zhao An also clasped his fists and said, "Please!"

After saying that, Zhao An immediately unsheathed his sword, and his sword was like a dragon, with three points of sharpness.

Zhao Pingzhou looked at the sword calmly, motionless, and said in his heart: "It's too slow!"

Zhao Pingzhou's appearance actually encouraged Zhao An's momentum, thinking that Zhao Pingzhou was already scared by him.

In an instant, a vast and sharp sound of pulling out the sword came, and the sword light became cold, and Zhao Pingzhou suddenly pointed out a sword!

Bang!

Zhao An's sword suddenly broke into two halves and landed on the ground.

Zhao Pingzhou pointed at Zhao An's throat and said, "Are you defeated?"

Zhao An was completely unbelievable. One move?

Is it better to lose myself so quickly?

He was also defeated in a mess!

It is obviously all the normal standard long swords of the family, so why did your own sword break?

On the high platform, Zhao Yuanhao and another white-haired old man looked at the scene in front of him, and a joy flashed in his eyes.

"This kid is very good. With the point-breaking surface, this sword has a high requirement for strength and speed!"

"Uncle, this is what I am talking about Zhao Pingzhou, which is what the innate master taught."

"It's your grandson, it's not bad, and since the surname is Zhao, he is my Zhao family."

The competition on the ring continued, and Zhao Pingzhou quickly passed three rounds.

Every time, it is straightforward and beats the opponent in less than three moves.

Everyone in the audience had the impression of Zhao Pingzhou that they were very fast and had strong strength.

I have only been practicing sword for two years and I am worthy of being taught by a congenital master.

At the same time, after three rounds of elimination.

Those who stayed on the ring were the best, most of them were taller than Zhao Pingzhou, reaching thirteen years old.

At this time, another call was heard on the ring: "Zhao Pingzhou is to Zhao Han!"

When everyone heard this, they couldn't help but talk a little. Zhao Han was recognized as the strongest among their batches.

As for the reason, it was because Zhao Han and his elders went to the grassland for a period of time last year and even killed people, and his cultivation level was the only one who reached the middle stage of the acquired day.

At this time, the competition between Zhao Han and Zhao Pingzhou, the disciple of the innate master, was a battle of dragons and tigers no matter how they looked at it.

Zhao Han held a long sword in his hand, with a cold light in his eyes, and glared at Zhao Pingzhou.

Even when he heads towards the arena, every step he takes, his feet are stronger and his aura is stronger.

Zhao Pingzhou recalled the teachings of his teacher and knew that this was a threat to momentum and weakening his own way, so he must not be confused.

After sucking and sucking the turbid air in his stomach, Zhao Pingzhou also solemnly walked onto the arena.

Zhao Han laughed: "Little guy, get out of here. If you can't stop and get rid of you, it will be bad."

Zhao Pingzhou smiled slightly: "Don't worry, I will show mercy to those who cannot control the weapons in their hands."

Zhao Han snorted coldly: "Please!"

Zhao Pingzhou also said, "Please!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Han immediately slashed with a knife. This aura was very strong and stronger.

Zhao Pingzhou knew that there was a gap in cultivation between them and could not handle it, so he quickly took off his steps and unloaded his strength to resist.

Zhao Han's momentum was shocked, and the quick knife in his hand slashed out one after another like a rattle.

Although Zhao Pingzhou could not take the lead, every knife was easily swept away after removing the force.

In an instant, Zhao Han fired thirteen swords in a row, all of which were blocked and exhausted.

Suddenly, Zhao Ping'an found another chance to breathe, and suddenly stabbed a sword.

This sword was extremely light, and in an instant, it attacked several fatal acupoints on the human body.

Zhao Han was not in a hurry. With his superior cultivation, he easily blocked these moves and also took a moment of rest.

Next, Zhao Pingzhou's sword technique was simply unsightly.

The first moment he attacked the upper body, and the next moment he was the next three ways. Each move seemed like a natural result, and every sword was as good as he wanted.

Although Zhao Han's strength is higher than that of Zhao Pingzhou, he is simply being led by his nose.

Everyone in the audience saw that Zhao Han had fallen into Zhao Pingzhou's rhythm.

Finally, a ray of autumn flashed in Zhao Pingzhou's eyes.

The autumn scenery is vast!

With a loud sword, it was bleak and sad!

Zhao Han was completely overwhelmed, and the sword in his hand was shot down to the ground.

Everyone off the court was even more uproar!

Obviously, he never expected that Zhao Pingzhou, who had been studying swords for two years, could defeat Zhao Han easily.

Zhao Han couldn't help but feel a little lost. He looked at Zhao Pingzhou's eyes with a hint of hatred, and then he became even more depressed.

After defeating Zhao Han, everyone afterwards did not stop Zhao Pingzhou and were defeated one after another.

Zhao Pingzhou won the first place on the ring and received the reward from the clan, and was also a little excited.

"Master, I did it!"

Looking at the son on the stage, the third lady below the stage couldn't help but feel excited in her eyes.

Wang Meng, wearing a Gou Chen mask on the distant mountain and wearing a red and golden costume, looked at the tall figure on the ring in the distance, nodded slightly, and disappeared here in an instant.

At the same time, there is a mansion in the south of the city with a large Zhou character on the door plaque.

A man in green robe nodded slightly when he heard his subordinates' report.

Looking into the distance, the man's figure was very lonely.

The man murmured: "How about getting married with your fingertips? How about childhood sweethearts? How about having no guesses for two young people?"

"This is what I did for you last, Zhao Yue'er."

"Well, go back, I am a Taoist, how dare I fall in love with the world!"
Chapter completed!