The first competition ended smoothly, and the fight did not stop at all. Immediately, two young men climbed onto the stone platform each holding a wooden stick.

Under the instructions of the young man in brown shirt, the two men also used their own methods to fight together.

Although Qin Fengming has never practiced the stick method, he knows that this kind of weapon is a weapon that can defeat ten groups with force. The stick method martial arts is most suitable for medium and long distance fights, because the wooden stick itself is already half a foot long.

It is long-lasting and spreads over a wide range.

These two Bailiantang disciples had obviously known each other before, so when they came into contact, neither of them tested each other. They directly used their special moves and fought together fiercely.

Looking at the moves used by the two, Qin Fengming couldn't help but smile in his heart. At this time, these two people had actually given up fighting with moves and instead fought with strength.

This kind of reckless fighting method will naturally determine the winner quickly.

The third pair of people who came on stage were all very different in age and strength. In just a moment, using a pair of fleshy palms, they captured the opponent's spear, and the victory was effortless.

Looking at the young man using the palm technique, Qin Fengming showed a solemn look on his face. The man only had a pair of flesh palms, but his martial arts was extremely high. Although he did not reach the level of his master's Thunder Palm, Qin Fengming felt that it was difficult to resist.

Seeing what the young man did, Qin Fengming couldn't help but put away his contempt for the disciples.

With the end of the third competition, it was time for Qin Fengming to take the stage. Smiling at the fellow disciple beside him, Qin Fengming stepped away from the crowd and climbed onto the stone stage without any panic.

Holding the bamboo sign in his hand, the young man in brown shirt looked at Qin Fengming, his face involuntarily stunned. The young man looked at Qin Fengming's figure and age, and easily knew that he should be a newly initiated disciple last time. He was really surprised that he dared to go on stage at such a young age.

But after a brief pause, he waved his hand and let the two of them begin the competition.

The weapons in the hands of the young man opposite were very strange. Each of his hands held a strange weapon. There was a crescent below the weapon and a hook at the front.

The young man looked at Qin Fengming with a trace of confusion in his eyes, but amid the confusion, there was also a flash of surprise.

"Junior brother, are you a new disciple? At such a young age, you are participating in a competition. Don't you know that swords have no eyes?" The young man said with a relaxed expression.

"Greetings to Senior Brother. Junior Brother is a disciple who has not yet arrived at Luoxia Valley for three years. This competition is just to increase our knowledge. I hope Senior Brother will be merciful." Qin Fengming was very polite and bowed.

, said in the mouth.

"The sword has no eyes, but I will pay attention to it, senior brother." The disciple nodded.

The two of them stopped talking.

The young man crossed his weapons on his chest, then stared at Qin Fengming with bright eyes, but did not take the initiative to attack.

Qin Fengming drew out the sword given by his master, smiled slightly, and with the shaking of his hand, the first of the Thirteen Postures of Piao Liu came out like flowing clouds and flowing water, attacking the young man several feet away.

The young man was shocked when he suddenly saw the young man on the opposite side taking action, holding a strange weapon.

The young man in front of him is not an easy person. With such a skillful technique, it is impossible to say whether he can defeat the human world even if he goes all out.

Therefore, the young man did not dare to rely on his superiors anymore. With the whole province's attention, he began to use his own weapons and techniques.

Although the young man in front of him was proficient in the sword moves and had great power, he was still completely suppressed by the exquisite sword moves of Piao Liu's Thirteen Styles. After all his efforts in the beginning, Qin Fengming, who became more relaxed as the war progressed, just used

Out of five points of strength.

However, the young disciple became more and more frightened as he fought. The twelve or thirteen year old boy in front of him had sophisticated skills and erratic sword moves, as if he had been practicing this art for more than ten years. Layers of sword light struck him.

Under siege, he felt sword shadows flashing everywhere. If he hadn't defended firmly, he would have been defeated long ago.

At this time, Qin Fengming was already very excited. If he wanted to defeat the young man on the opposite side, it was only a matter of excitement.

But even though he is young, he also knows the principle that those who stand out will die first. At his age, if he must win every battle, he will definitely arouse the same hatred among all the disciples, which will not be a good thing for him to gain a foothold in Luoxia Valley in the future.

As soon as he thought of this, Qin Fengming had already made a plan in his mind. Suddenly he saw the young man opposite him slam his sword with both hands. Following the trend, his hand shook, and with a crisp sound, the sword was bounced up and fell to the ground.

A place far away.

"Thank you for your mercy, senior brother. Junior brother is not good at learning, so I will admit defeat here." He cupped his fists and saluted. After saying this, Qin Fengming picked up the sword and floated off the stage.

Watching Qin Fengming leave in a daze, the young man stood on the stage with a blank look on his face. He was obviously about to lose, but the opponent actually fell under his very ordinary attack, and the long sword escaped his hand, which made him really

It’s hard to figure it out.

"Feng Ming, you didn't show any sign of defeat, but why did you suddenly lose?" When Duan Meng returned to the audience, everyone immediately inquired in detail.

Qin Fengming smiled nonchalantly and said: "It's just an inattention. It doesn't matter. There is also a competition for the losers. If you win the competition below, you can also enter the next round."

After hearing what he said, the other disciples were still talking about it, and they all felt very sorry for his sudden loss.

"Zhang Feng, Wei Zhihu come on stage to compete." Just as Qin Fengming closed his eyes and rested, the young man in brown shirt on the stone platform shouted.

As the two people came on stage, Qin Fengming recognized that these two were the disciples who had just lost. As for the people in Qin Fengming's group at this time, he already knew the strength of each person, and he was confident that he could successfully enter the next round.

Qin Fengming is full of confidence.

When Duan Meng reminded Qin Fengming that it was time for him to take the stage again, his group had already competed two more times. A young man named Wei Zhihu was qualified to challenge. The other was Cui Liang, but he was directly advanced to the next round.

The opponent in this round is the 17 or 18-year-old disciple who uses a sword. Qin Fengming admires this person very much. He knows that the opponent has some skills in martial arts, but he is only not weak. Compared with himself, there is still some gap.

There was no need for the two sides to say much. At the signal of the young man in brown shirt, the fight began.

This time, Qin Fengming no longer held anything back. In just thirty moves, he used a clever move to knock the opponent's long sword away. He successfully qualified for the challenge.

Seeing Qin Fengming's successful victory, Duan Meng's disciples who came with him immediately burst into cheers, and the scene suddenly became noisy.

Qin Fengming's victory in this battle was his first victory as a new disciple in decades. How could he not make everyone happy?

As the competition progressed, the opponent gradually became clear, and Qin Fengming finally had to compete with a young man with a stick for the last promotion spot.

The two sides stood on the stone platform, looking at the boy who was one head shorter than him. The stick-wielding disciple did not have the slightest contempt. Qin Fengming had already seen everything in his previous competition. Although the boy opposite him was young, his skills were still strong.

But it's very profound.

The young man knew in his heart that it was extremely difficult to defeat the young man in front of him by relying on his moves. The only way was to use strength to force the opponent to abandon his sword and admit defeat.

Thinking of this, as soon as the two sides exchanged blows, the disciple holding the stick slammed the sword in Qin Fengming's hand with the stick, hoping to achieve success with one blow.

Faced with the opponent's move, Qin Fengming understood clearly in his mind that he performed the Thirteen Postures of Piaoliu and unleashed exquisite sword moves. His young body was even more agile and agile, circling around the opponent without colliding with the opponent's weapons.

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When the two men fought for seventy rounds, Qin Fengming stabbed lightly with the tip of his sword, directly creating a wound on the opponent's arm.

The wound was not deep, but it still forced the opponent to abandon his stick and admit defeat.

At this point, the No. 6 platform has decided on the list of disciples who will enter the next round. They are: the sword-wielding disciples Hu Yanzhuo, Wei Zhihu, Cui Liang, who uses fists and kicks, and Qin Fengming.
Chapter completed!