Jiang Wang sat upright, holding his knees and saying nothing. He had already entered the "battle" and was feeling the energy of both sides of the battle.

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On the field, under the gaze of many eyes, Lin Xian held his sword and looked at his opponent motionless.

 Chumian looked at him quietly.

 The hatchet has no scabbard. Such a heavy knife with such shape also has no scabbard to support it.

 But it does not appear lonely.

 The hand is its support and the source of its strength. It is closely connected with it and works together.

 When the general of the Shence Army announced that the battle had begun.

Lin Xian’s hand had already moved.

His expression is still reserved, and he is still a little shy about meeting strangers.

 But his sword moved forward as naturally as chopping wood.

 Even a young and shy boy can work very hard to chop wood.

 Because...it is sinful to kill someone, but it is justified to cut down trees.

 There is no opponent in his eyes, only a "tree".

 The tree waiting for him to return from cutting firewood.

 So this sword is a matter of course.

　　Very heavy and fierce, but without murderous intent.

It is precisely because of this that this sword is difficult to resist.

 A cube, neither gold nor wood, fell in front of the hatchet at this very moment.

Like a fateful encounter.

Dang!

 When the hatchet struck the block, the block suddenly bloomed like a flower bud.

Suddenly expanded, stretched out five fingers that exuded metallic luster, and grabbed the blade!

 At the same time, the torso, head, legs, and other hand...are unfolded one by one.

This is a mechanical iron man with the same height as an ordinary person. He has terrible defensive power and can catch a knife with his bare hands. Moreover, he can catch such a heavy and severe knife.

 Judging from the accuracy of grabbing the blade with bare hands, in terms of unarmed combat, this mechanical iron man probably has no less than a hundred sets of preset fighting methods.

 Its reaction is more direct and tougher than that of ordinary powerful people in the inner realm. Because it has no feelings about life and death, it naturally has more choices!

Jiang Wang was not surprised that Chu Min was a Mohist monk. If Qiao Lin didn't even know this, he would be in vain for his reputation as he would have told him long ago.

 At this time, Lin Xian made a very simple action.

 He drew his sword.

Like when chopping firewood, the blade of the hatchet accidentally got stuck in the tree, so you pulled it out, and then cut again.

This is of course a simple action, and his action of drawing the sword is also very easy.

 But the problem is...

This knife is obviously already in the hands of the mechanical iron man who is touching the mercy, and the blade has obviously been tightly grasped!

This is never simple!

 The hatchet seemed to have suddenly lost its restraints and appeared in Lin Xian's hand again, chopping down freely and naturally once again.

 Insert an app: a perfect replica of the old version of the book-chasing artifact and a replaceable source app—— .

Dang!

The machine man couldn't dodge or block in time, so he was directly slashed on his left arm with a knife.

Fires are flying!

That's not a fire technique, it's naked, the hatchet cuts into the iron hand, and the sparks are thrown out by the collision of gold and iron!

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The machine iron man made a very difficult noise, but the entire machine left arm flew up and fell extremely smoothly!

 The hatchet chopped down a piece of firewood.

The woodcutter naturally won’t stop there.

He will chop down more wood and return with a full load.

 Many people are waiting for his harvest.

 The woodcutter’s house is waiting for him!

 So Lin Xian walked forward.

 His steps are simple and ordinary.

 Lift your feet and take a step, as simple as a woodcutter walking towards the next tree.

 At this step, he has already bypassed the iron man of the mechanism and faced Chu Min head-on.

 The feeling of this step even reminded Jiang Wang of his own meteoric rise.

But Lin Xian just raised the knife and chopped again.

Anyone who has cut down a tree knows that it is difficult to cut a tree with one knife. It needs to be cut from different angles and apply force to the wound on the same horizontal line.

 So Lin Xian's knife also changed its angle and slashed diagonally towards Chu Min's waist.

 It’s too natural, and it’s also too “real”.

Lin Xian seemed to have held down the "tree" and immediately cut it off at the waist.

If this knife is carried out, I am afraid that Chu Ming's upper body and lower body will be separated.

 But before Lin Xian’s footsteps, there was a dark round ball.

I don’t know when this round ball appeared there. At this time, it suddenly expanded.

The round shell opened, and a tiger-like machine beast rushed out of the round shell and bit it on the blade!

The round shell was tucked behind its back and turned into wings.

 At first glance, it looks a bit like a ladybug.

 This is Laohu!

"Puppet Theory" says: Like a tiger with wings, like a ladle with strength. Its evil is greater than that of a tiger, and its power is even greater.

 Obviously, Chu Ming did not go as Qiao Lin expected and was not careless. He paid great attention to his opponent, and the second puppet was already prepared.

Yellow River Society prohibits magic weapons, armor, Taoist robes and other foreign objects. Except for weapons, cultivators can only rely on their own strength to win or lose.

 For monks who practice Mohist techniques, there are other restrictions.

 Monks from the Mohist family can only use puppets made by themselves, and the number cannot exceed five.

This is to prevent the Mohist monks from using puppets that far exceed their own strength to win, and turn the Yellow River meeting into a competition of national strength among various countries.

 Before the competition, the puppets that the Mohist monks will use in battle must be inspected by a dedicated person to confirm that the owner of the puppet and the refiner are indeed consistent before they are allowed to be used.

 Once a puppet that exceeds the approved limit is used, it will be immediately judged as a defeat and disqualified from continuing the battle.

This may not be fair to the Mohist monks. After all, "being good at fake things" is the pursuit of Mohist monks. Of course, the stronger the fake things are, the better. It doesn't matter who refines them. It is best to be a wandering pulse realm monk.

Being able to control a puppet at the level of a true king would be a wonderful thing!

 Many Mohist monks have their entire wealth in puppets. Some Mohist monks win by the number of puppets...

However, there is no absolute fairness in the world. Any rules formulated are only "fair" in line with the vast majority of people.

When the Yong Kingdom becomes one of the most powerful countries in the world, the restrictions of the Yellow River Society in this regard may be changed. As for now, although the Mohists are the most prominent sect in the world, the Yellow River Society is a gathering of princes and states. In the name of the sect,

But it is impossible to interfere.

 Because of the rules, after the sacrifice of a life-size mechanical iron man and a tiger, there were still three puppets left.

 Chumin and Lin Xian both knew this.

Whether it is this mechanical iron man or this tiger, they are both very impressive. How strong should the remaining three puppets that have not been released yet be?

 The chances of winning are too high.

But Lin Xian still just drew his sword.

He naturally pulled out the hatchet again, and somehow the knife got out of the tiger's mouth again.

And with one slash of the knife, it was directed at Touching Tianling!

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Chapter completed!