After a cup of tea, everyone watching in the audience could see clearly that although the swordsmanship of the young swordsman was not scattered, his momentum was completely gone. His body was trapped by the long sword, and failure was only a matter of time.

Facing Qin Fengming on the stage, both the hall master and the elders who were watching the competition, as well as the disciples in the audience, were all greatly surprised that he showed such skill at such an age.

Judging from his age, he is only twelve or thirteen years old. Even if he practices martial arts at the age of five or six, it will only be five or six years at this time. But the power he displays is like that of a veteran who has been practicing martial arts for more than ten years.

generally.

"Hall Master Zhang, I heard that you have taken this little guy under your wing. I wonder how you found such a good disciple. Can you tell us?"

On the high platform, seeing Qin Fengming's tactics, some people couldn't help but ask Hall Master Zhang how he was doing.

"Hahaha, why is this difficult? Although all the hall masters here are much more prestigious than our Bailian Hall, when it comes to finding talents, it is really difficult to compare with our Bailian Hall. As long as the disciples are selected, the first thing they go through is

, is the Bailian Hall controlled by me, Lao Zhang."

"Hey, brother, if you don't tell me, I have really forgotten that you are truly blessed."

Just as there was a lot of discussion on the high platform, Qin Fengming no longer gave the young man with the sword a chance. The swordsmanship suddenly changed, and with a crisp sound of "clang", the two people on the stage stopped immediately, holding a long sword.

Dropped on the countertop.

"Senior Brother Qin has won. Senior Brother has entered the top twenty, and there is no doubt that he will enter the Elite Hall." There was a loud noise, and the disciples who came with Qin Fengming thundered with joy and were very excited.

Although Qin Fengming won, he was still out of breath. You must know that at this time, everyone is not mediocre.

After notifying Duan Meng and others, Qin Fengming went straight back to his residence. As for the opponent he would meet tomorrow, Qin Fengming would not worry about it at all. Anyway, no matter who he faced in the battle tomorrow, he would have to put in all his energy.

At night, Qin Fengming came to Baizhang Cliff again.

Hall Master Zhang was very pleased with Qin Fengming's performance during the day. After encouraging him, he said: "Fengming, tomorrow's competition, I, the Sima Sect Master of Luoxia Valley, will be there in person. As long as you win again, you can enter this competition.

The first eight, when the time comes, I will definitely recommend you to the sect master, and it will be very possible for you to enter the Dark Night Hall."

Hearing what his master said, Qin Fengming was filled with joy, but amid the joy, a trace of nervousness also emerged. Getting into the top eight was not an easy task.

"Master, I wonder if the person who will compete with the disciple tomorrow has been decided?" Although he knew that the master was always upright, it was not too much to ask a little as long as it did not violate the rules.

"Your opponent tomorrow is a man of great strength. You need to take a good rest and prepare for the battle with all your strength."

The second day, the competition field.

As soon as Qin Fengming arrived, he saw an old man sitting on the high platform in the middle who he had not seen two days ago.

This old man was dressed in Bagua fairy clothes, holding a whisk in his hand, with a face like a crown of jade, and a long beard floating on his chest. Sitting on a high platform, he had a sense of majesty that was naturally revealed.

This old man is so extraordinary that there is no doubt that he is the master of Sima Qingshan Sect without asking.

Seeing that just as his master said, the sect master was present in person. Although Qin Fengming was pleasantly surprised, he also knew that this competition would be his most critical battle. Whether he could enter the Dark Night Hall that all disciples longed for, this matter

Fighting.

In the seventh game, Qin Fengming once again climbed onto the No. 5 platform.

Qin Fengming's reappearance caused a roar of cheers from the audience. This sound was not only made by the young people who came with him, but also by many young people who participated in the competition.

In the previous several competitions, Qin Fengming had already earned the respect he deserved, and no one looked at him as a young boy anymore.

Turning his head to look at the central stand, he saw his master whispering something to Sima Sect Leader. Qin Fengming felt happy, but he quickly calmed down and looked at the young man in gray shirt opposite.

The young man standing opposite had a solemn look on his face and his eyes were bright, with no sign of contempt.

Judging from the young man's face, he must have known his previous performance and no longer had any luck in his heart.

As the person presiding over the competition gave the order, the young man opposite Qin Fengming, who was a head taller than Qin Fengming, held a spear, and did not attack first. Instead, he watched the officer determine his position and stared at Qin Fengming closely.

"Thank you for your courtesy, senior brother. I'm sorry to offend you."

Qin Fengming cupped his fists and cupped his hands, and as he spoke, the long sword in his hand trembled and a sword flower appeared, and the sword moves of Piao Liu's Thirteen Styles poured out like the Yellow River, like a violent storm.

Suddenly, on the No. 5 platform, a ball of white sword light spun up and began to spin around the young man standing in it.

As Qin Fengming exerted all his strength, a sound of dragons roaring and tigers roaring also sounded at the scene. Upon hearing this, the people watching the battle in the audience felt a sense of being unable to fight against the enemy.

Just when Qin Fengming was using all his strength to perform the exquisite sword moves of Piaoliu's Thirteen Styles, among the people on the central high platform, a murmur suddenly came out:

"It turns out that this sword technique can be used like this. It turns out that Xiao Fengming has already experienced the sword technique to such an extent. Even Xiao Wei seems to be inferior compared to it."

If Qin Fengming heard his master say this, he would definitely feel at ease. He knew that his swordsmanship had reached a certain level.

Just as Hall Master Zhang was whispering, Master Sima, who was sitting next to him, suddenly turned around and said with a surprised voice: "Brother Zhang, I have seen Liu Nuxia perform this sword technique before.

, but the artistic conception is quite different here. Could it be that Brother Zhang found another way to develop such a domineering swordsmanship?"

"The master of the sect has given you too much praise. This was not taught by me. It should have been discovered by my little disciple himself. Even my wife's sect has never seen anyone who can perform the thirteen sword techniques of Piaoliu like this."

After hearing this, Sima Sect Master immediately showed a thoughtful attitude. His eyes were focused and he stared at the No. 5 high platform without moving any further.

The skill of the young man holding the gun was not weak. He used a cloud-penetrating spear technique to advance and retreat in a well-established manner. He was both offensive and defensive, but he was also able to dance impervious to wind and rain, which was extremely remarkable.

The two sides fought for a hundred and ten rounds. Under such circumstances, no one showed any sign of defeat.

"Brother Zhang, this little disciple of yours is a talented person. After twenty rounds, you will definitely win." Just as the two of them were fighting on the high platform, the outcome was inconclusive, Sima Sect Leader chuckled and turned around.

Facing the tension, he spoke firmly.

Upon hearing this, the tension on his solemn face relaxed slightly, and he nodded slightly in agreement.

The two men responded to each other, but some of the other elders nodded slightly, and some didn't know why. But because of their status, no one asked.

Sure enough, as Sima Sect Master expected, after the tea time, Qin Fengming made a move. The young man on the opposite side used a gun to block it, but he never thought that Qin Fengming's move was a big flaw. With a sharp turn of his wrist, the tip of the sword was at

The young man made a light stroke on his arm.

Although this blow did not cause serious injury to the young man's arm, he was patient and would never fight Qin Fengming again.
Chapter completed!