After dinner, Baizhang Cliff.

"My mother and I stood halfway up the mountain and watched your competition today. My mother has never stopped praising you since my junior brother came on stage."

Seeing Qin Fengming's arrival, junior sister Zhang Ruotong immediately jumped to his side, held his hand, came to his parents, and said with joy.

Hearing what the young senior sister said, Qin Fengming's face flushed immediately, and he knelt down in front of his master and his wife: "My disciple lost a game today, which is an insult to my sect. I still ask my master and my wife to punish me."

"Hahaha, Feng Ming, there is no point in punishing me. I already know the defeat you suffered. You must have done it deliberately. I can also identify one or two of these reasons. It's so small.

It is extremely rare to have the will to advance and retreat.

Your martial arts at this time has surprised even my master, even the hall masters and elders. They all admire you very much. If they didn't know that you are my disciple, they would definitely fight for you." Hall Master Zhang.

Waving his hand, Qin Fengming stood up and said.

Hearing what the master said, Qin Fengming was immediately flattered and hurriedly bowed again and said: "This is the master. The master teaches with all her heart, and the disciples dare not be greedy for credit."

Hall Master Zhang did not speak when he heard Qin Fengming's words. Instead, his expression turned solemn. After thinking for a moment, he said solemnly:

"Feng Ming, after this year of practice, your mastery of the essence of Piaoliu's Thirteen Styles of Swordsmanship has improved a lot. With your current skills, it can be said that you have the strength to enter the top ten in this competition."

"What? Master is saying that this disciple will have great hope after entering the Elite Hall?" Upon hearing the master's words, the young Qin Fengming almost jumped up.

Seeing Qin Fengming's excitement, the master smiled slightly and said again:

"Don't be too happy too early. Among these disciples, there are three or four people who you may not be able to defeat. If you meet them, you may eventually lose due to lack of strength. But as long as you don't meet them too early, you will be able to defeat them."

It is extremely possible to enter the top ten. If you successfully enter the top ten, the master will personally recommend you to the Sima Sect Master and let you enter the Dark Night Hall."

Hearing the master's words, Qin Fengming showed a look of doubt.

He had no idea where the Dark Night Hall was, but according to his master, it seemed to be a place that was better than the Elite Hall.

"Dark Night Hall is the secret entrance of our sect. Only the core disciples of our sect can enter. However, there are very few people in Luoxia Valley who know the truth about this hall. Even my teacher does not know the specific location of Dark Night Hall.

.But as long as you enter the Dark Night Hall, all kinds of martial arts training resources will be provided unlimitedly. It is a place that all the disciples of our sect long for."

Hearing the master's explanation, Qin Fengming couldn't help being shocked even as a child.

This Dark Night Hall is undoubtedly the ultimate goal of all Luoxia Valley disciples.

Although his master said that he could be recommended to enter the Dark Night Hall, in order to get this opportunity, he must pass several tests. In the subsequent competitions, he will not be allowed to be negligent.

On the second day, the same valley was even more lively than yesterday. However, the number of disciples participating in the competition today was only half of yesterday's.

At this time, Elder Wang came to the central high platform again:

"Today's competition, there are only thirty-two people left. A knockout competition will be adopted. The winner will directly enter the Elite Hall. The loser needs to compete again to determine the top four. They can also enter the Elite Hall to continue their studies. Well, the winner yesterday

, go get your number plate."

Qin Fengming followed the other disciples and received the first number plate again. This time the number plates were still randomly distributed. After receiving them, each person's name was marked.

"This competition will only be held on the high platform No. 5 in front of you. Disciples No. 1 and No. 32 will take the stage, No. 2 and No. 31 will prepare, and so on. Go ahead." Look at the disciples holding number plates under the stage.

, Elder Wang said still expressionlessly.

Standing under the high platform, Qin Fengming lowered his head and looked at the number plate in his hand, only to see the word "seven" marked on it. It seemed that he would be seventh on the stage.

At this time, Qin Fengming was also a little nervous. As for the three or four disciples that his master said last night who could surpass him, Qin Fengming naturally did not want to meet them prematurely.

But this matter is not something he can decide. He can only place his hope in God and pray not to meet him too early.

The No. 5 high platform is right in front of the high platform where the master and the hall masters and elders are. Sitting on the high platform, you can clearly see any moves of the disciples you are competing against.

At this time, Qin Fengming no longer had the slightest interest in the competition on the high platform. He only had one thing to do at this time, which was to adjust his breath well and adjust himself to the best state.

The Dark Night Hall has been extremely tempting to him. As Master Zhenru said, he entered the top ten this time. Based on the master's words and deeds, he will definitely want to be recommended by the Sima Sect Master of Luoxia Valley. He can enter the Dark Night at such an age.

Tang, for him, ten years of hard work will be lost.

More than an hour later, Qin Fengming opened his eyes and stood up as Duan Meng and other disciples greeted him. He held the sword in his hand and walked steadily towards the No. 5 stone platform.

The first battle that will determine his future destiny has just arrived.

Facing an eighteen or nineteen-year-old young man holding a knife standing opposite, Qin Fengming's young face was extremely calm, with no strange expression at all.

But seeing Qin Fengming come on stage, the young man opposite looked slightly surprised. He looked down the stage and saw that no one else was on stage again. He couldn't help but said with doubts in his words: "You, are you the one competing with me?"

"Senior brother, I invited him, but he is the one who is competing in this competition. I hope that senior brother will show mercy for a while." Qin Fengming cupped his fists and raised his hands, his tone was very calm.

"Junior brother, you are so young. Even if you are practicing martial arts at the age of eight, you have only been practicing martial arts for four or five years. You are the opponent of disciples like us who have been practicing martial arts for seven or eight years. It is better to admit defeat proactively."

Looking at the young man who was only twelve or thirteen years old in front of him, although the young man holding the sword was surprised, he felt very relieved. Facing such a weak disciple, there should be no doubt for him that he could win.

As for the matter, entering the Elite Hall will be a sure thing.

"Senior brother, you are serious. As long as you have a few fights with your senior brother, it is also a kind of training for your junior brother. As long as your senior brother is a little merciful for a while, junior brother will be grateful."

As the young man in brown shirt presiding over the competition waved his hand, Qin Fengming's crucial battle began.

Seeing that Qin Fengming was still calm and calm at this time, the young man couldn't help but feel a little moved in his heart. Following the instructions of the young man presiding over the competition, he swung the long knife in his hand, a knife flower suddenly appeared, the light of the knife flashed, and he rushed towards Qin Fengming.

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He actually planned to fight quickly and not give Qin Fengming any time to fight back.

Seeing the other party take action, Qin Fengming already knew what the other party was thinking. Otherwise, given the other party's status, he would not take the initiative to take action against himself who was only twelve or thirteen years old.

Facing the approaching sword shadow, Qin Fengming did not dare to underestimate the enemy. He danced with the long sword, and exquisite sword moves poured out. The tip of the sword was erratic, like willow leaves floating in the wind, and a ball of white light surrounded the young man.

All around, it was firmly trapped.

Just a moment after the fight, the sword-wielding young man was already shocked. This young man, who was a head shorter than himself, was not a novice. He had clearly been practicing martial arts for more than ten years.
Chapter completed!