As soon as Sun Zhengping said this, everyone gathered their eyes to where his sword blade was pointed.
They all looked at Zhou Heng.
Even Wang Qingqing on the high platform, Sun Zhengfeng in the distant teahouse loft, and the woman with the mask on the loft roof were all looking at him.
Faced with such a provocation, what would he do?
At this time, however, Zhou Heng was standing still, as if he hadn't heard Sun Zhengping's words.
In fact, he was digesting what he had just gained.
"You are watching Sun Zhengping perform the martial art "Thirteen Swords of Autumn Rain" [Ninth Grade] to attack, proficiency +1."
"You are watching Sun Zhengping perform an attack with the martial art "Thirteen Swords of Autumn Rain" [Nine-Pin], proficiency +1."
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"You continued to watch the actual battle of the Thirteen Swords of the Autumn Rain [Nine-Prizes], and had quite a bit of insight in your heart, and only felt more and more comfortable using it, proficiency+! 10."
"You have continued to watch the actual battle of the Thirteen Swords of Autumn Rain [9] and have quite a bit of insight in your mind, and only feel that you are becoming more and more comfortable using it, proficiency + 10."
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"Your comprehension of the Sword Technique has deepened, and your proficiency in the martial art "Solitary Nine Swords of the Broken Sword Style" [Eight] is +3."
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When he first received the prompt, Zhou Heng was still a bit confused.
So it was still like this?
After all, Sun Zhengping had already cultivated the Thirteen Swords of Autumn Rain to perfection, and this "live teaching" had raised Zhou Heng's proficiency quite a bit.
[Ninth Grade] Thirteen Swords of Autumn Rain: Advanced (1120/3000)
We're almost halfway there!
It's amazing!
It must be the effect of my superior talent and comprehension!
"Zhou Heng, Zhou Heng!" Yu He saw no reaction from him and poked him, whispering, "Sun Zhengping is calling you, everyone is watching you.... Let's just slip away."
In Yu He's opinion, since Sun Zhengping already possessed the strength of a Ninth Grade Martial Artist, Zhou Heng was definitely no match, and it was better to slip away now than to make a fool of himself in the ring.
Earlier, although Zhou Heng had won against Lin Cang, anyone with a discerning eye could see that Zhou Heng had only won by taking advantage of Lin Cang's unpreparedness and learning the Eighteenth Form of Divine Might temporarily, taking him by surprise.
And that's just an apprentice training to apprentice sparring contest, and the real arena sparring are two different things.
Zhou Heng only came back to his senses after being so poked by Yu He, subconsciously saying, "Huh? Slipping? Sneaking what, a fat sausage?"
He was a little hungry.
The people around him burst out laughing.
"Move, move, move! It's not too late to slip!"
"That's right, there's no shame in an apprentice not being able to beat a ninepin, let's go."
"I heard that Sun Zhengping is extremely ruthless, run."
No one thought there was anything wrong with Zhou Heng bugging off now.
It was too normal for an apprentice not to be able to beat a Ninth Grade martial artist, it was a difference in physical strength, stamina, and skill across the board.
Even if there was indeed an apprentice who could beat an ordinary ninth-ranked martial artist, it would be a disciple of a major martial arts school in the county city, or even a great sect or family whose name had spread throughout the world.
It was almost impossible for a small place like Huang Tongfu to have one.
As for the rumors from earlier, it was fine to listen to the happy rumors.
Most of the people who came here today were just watching, and not many people really thought that Zhou Heng would be able to defeat a Ninth Grade Martial Artist.
At this time, Zhou Heng finally noticed that it was Sun Zhengping who was shouting in the ring, he waved his hand at the ring somewhat awkwardly and smiled, " I'm sorry, I was distracted, you invited me again, speak nicely, I don't like the word roll."
"You!" Sun Zhengping's face turned the color of pig liver with anger.
His entire body was shaking, facing so many people, if Zhou Heng really just left his face off and didn't come up, then he would simply become a jumping clown who screamed a lot but only fell short.
What would Miss Qingqing think of herself?
Sun Zhengping was incomparably torn inside, gritting his teeth as he looked at Zhou Heng and said in a deep voice, "Come up here!"
"I thought I told you to invite?" Zhou Heng smiled slowly and slowly.
"Zhou Heng, aren't you going to slip?" Yuuru was anxious.
"I'm sure I can beat him." Zhou Heng laughed in a low voice.
If this Sun Zhengping was using a sword, a stick, or even fists and feet, he really wasn't sure, but this ninth grade, using a sword or a sword technique that he also knew how to use, then it wasn't scary at all.
What's more, he was expecting to be rewarded with a lucky bag after defeating Sun Zhengping.
He still remembered the rewarded good fortune bag from the previous match with Lin Cang.
The good fortune bag was a good thing!
Sun Zhengping was so enraged by Zhou Heng's attitude that his forehead veins pulsed, he took a deep breath and said word for word, "Please, come on, come on!"
Not far away from the teahouse loft, Sun Zhengfeng anger in the eyes of a black, cursed: "this wretch, what a disgrace, that woman is to give him drink lost soul soup not?
"We can't let him go on like this!"
In his mind, since Sun Zhengping had already shown strength comparable to a Ninth Grade Martial Artist, no matter what means Sun Zhengping had used to achieve it, that Zhou Heng would not be able to defeat him.
As such, his plan to have Zhou Heng defeat Sun Zhengping so as to undermine Sun Zhengping's confidence and make Sun Zhengping give up on Wang Qingqing would be unattainable.
Instead, he would also lose the Sun family's face for nothing as a result.
After all, a Ninth Grade martial artist defeating an apprentice in an open competition was nothing to boast about, on the contrary, if the apprentice caught a flaw and fought back, it would be disgraceful.
It had to be stopped!
Thus, Sun Zhengping immediately leapt out of this loft that was over three feet tall.
First, he landed on the eaves, then on the next high wall.
A few vertical leaps brought him to the wall that was not far from the ring.
"Zheng Ping, what are you messing around with? Come back with me at once!"
Sun Zhengfeng directly shouted harshly, putting on the appearance of a brother who was completely unaware of what was going on and suddenly saw his own brother misbehaving outside.
The eyes of the crowd focused on these two again.
Yu He was busy poking Zhou Heng again and whispered, "Good chance, let's slip away."
Zhou Heng shook his head and said, "No slipping, there's a good chance."
"What are you doing here?" Sun Zhengping immediately topped back.
"If I don't come, I'll see that you're going to turn over a new leaf!" Sun Zhengfeng pushed his feet, and his whole body was like a kite, jumping from the wall to the ring three or four feet away, standing on Sun Zhengping's Across the street, "Come back with me at once!"
"Ridiculous!" Sun Zhengping, however, didn't say anything, directly snorted, the sword in his palm suddenly sent forward, the rain of swords immediately exploded, stabbing at Sun Zhengfeng! .
He's actually attacking his own brother!
And merciless, deadly strokes.
Sun Zhengfeng obviously didn't expect his younger brother to be so resolute, he drew his sword hastily to deal with it, but after all, he had fallen behind and was in a bit of a panic.
And Sun Zhengping's sword brought an astonishing amount of strength, he only felt the dense rain of swords rolling like a raging wave as he parried!
After resisting only this first wave of attacks, he felt his tiger mouth ache and his arms tremble.
Sun Zhengfeng's face was full of incredulity, his heart was shocked to the extreme, "How can he be so strong, yesterday he was still unentered, this What happened overnight?"
Clank!!!
Suddenly there was a trembling of gold and iron, and the longsword in Sun Zhengfeng's hand was actually directly picked off.
The next thing I saw was the longsword in Sun Zhengping's palm slicing through Sun Zhengfeng's right wrist, bringing up a blood trail.
At the same time, his entire body lunged forward and fiercely flew up with a kick to Sun Zhengfeng's heart, kicking his own brother on the spot and sending him flying backwards with blood in his mouth, falling down to the ring.
"Now, you no longer deserve to speak to me like this!" Sun Zhengping withdrew his sword and sneered.
Hiss!
The cool sauce was being sucked up by the onlookers without a drop left.
People were all stunned one by one.
Those standing in the front row shuddered when they saw Sun Zhengfeng, who was lying on the ground, twitching and vomiting blood.
Fuck!
That's tough!
This was a famous Ninth Grade martial artist of the Huang Tong residence, and he was crippled like this?
Sun Zhengping is so cruel to his own brother!
It's crazy!
And he's not too strong!
That Zhou Heng...
There's no way he could be a match for him, right!
"Oh my god, Zhou Heng let's get out of here! This product is so vicious!" Yu He was frightened and was about to take another poke at Zhou Heng who was beside him, but found that he had missed the mark with this poke.
It was at this moment that a sudden burst of screams sounded from the surroundings.
Yu He was so shocked that he turned his head to look upwards, and his entire body froze, staring with wide eyes and a pale face: "Oh my god. How did you get up there, Zhou Heng!?!?"
Zhou Heng didn't know when he had already ascended to the ring.
He was standing right where Sun Zhengfeng had just been.
Zhou Heng nonchalantly took a steel knife from the weapons rack not far away, jolted the weight, turned around and pointed the knife, facing Sun Zhengping, and laughed lightly.
"Get over here."