In just the first round, Ziyan Sect has already sent out its core players.

Why?

Aren't they afraid that when the time comes to compete for the spiritual mines, the core disciples will not be strong enough?

The resource in the first round of competition is the city, and the income generated is ordinary money.

Although the profit is huge, for the sect, even losing two cities is acceptable.

But if the spiritual mine is lost, it will be a bit troublesome.

The only spiritual mine currently in Tianshui Kingdom is in the hands of the Qingyun Sect.

It was three years ago that Su Ziyao took it back from the Ziyan Sect on behalf of the Qingyun Sect with one person and one sword.

Before that, it had always been controlled by the Ziyan Sect.

"Qin Feng, the core player of the Purple Flame Sect, is here to receive instruction."

Qin Feng and Feng Daoyu have similar cultivation levels. They are both at the eighth level of martial arts. They don't seem to have too terrifying aura.

But everyone knows in their hearts that the strength of a warrior is not determined solely by his or her cultivation.

Just like Hu Feng before, his cultivation level is no better than that of Feng Daoyu, but everyone knows the strength of the two.

In addition to realm, exercises, martial arts, and body skills have an even greater impact on strength.

Feng Daoyu looked ugly, but he still gritted his teeth and said: "Let me see what strength you have to become the core player of Ziyan Sect!"

boom!

As soon as he finished speaking, Feng Daoyu's body erupted with the fury of King Kong's subjugation of demons, and his face glowed like brass.

The body is like a sculpture, with sharp angles and strong strength.

"This is Dacheng's Vajra Fist!"

"This disciple of the Qingyun Sect is very powerful. It is not easy to practice the Vajra Fist to great perfection."

"I heard that the practice of this boxing requires extremely strong perseverance, and many people cannot persist until the end."

After seeing the strange phenomenon in Feng Daoyu, the audience originally thought that he had no chance of winning.

Everyone's eyes lit up and they were full of praise.

Bang bang bang!

Feng Daoyu gritted his teeth and pounced forward, punching three times in a row, each punch making a banging sound.

Like thunder on the ground, it resounded in all directions.

Unfortunately, Qin Feng easily dodged every punch and blasted it in the air.

"hateful!"

Three punches in a row were all missed. Feng Daoyu was so angry that his punching speed increased sharply again.

His fists were like lightning, and afterimages appeared quickly.

But he still couldn't touch the corner of Qin Feng's clothes, and the other party showed a teasing look on his face, and even stepped forward deliberately.

Then when Feng Daoyu was about to punch, he waved his long sleeves lightly and floated away.

Not long after, Feng Daoyu fired more than fifty punches, each punch was powerful and heavy.

It must be very uncomfortable after being hit.

But unfortunately, not even a single punch could hit.

What's worse is that Qin Feng didn't take any action, just turned around and teased him.

Such a scene was beyond everyone's expectation.

"Ling Yun Bu!"

"Isn't this the most difficult body technique to practice in the Purple Flame Sect?"

"No wonder this Feng Daoyu couldn't even touch the corner of his clothes. He didn't lose unjustly!"

Gradually, some people saw the features and realized that the body technique used by Qin Feng was the Lingyun Step, which is the most difficult to practice in Ziyan Sect.

On the competition stage, Feng Daoyu was extremely anxious.

He knew he was no match for the opponent, but he never expected that he would not even be able to consume the opponent.

Thinking of the promise I made to Bai Yufan before going on the field, I felt even sadder.

"Qin Feng, if you have the guts, don't run away. Are the people of the Ziyan Sect all cowards?"

Frustrated, Feng Daoyu cursed loudly, just to anger the other party.

"Haha, as you wish!"

boom!

Qin Feng retreated into the distance, smiled slightly, and his aura suddenly burst out.

He was also at the seventh level of martial arts, but his aura seemed more powerful and powerful.

After he finished speaking, the smile on his face faded and he punched him.

"Firesteel Fist!"

"Well done, King Kong subdues demons!"

When Feng Daoyu saw this, he was overjoyed, and while shouting wildly, he used King Kong to subdue the demon.

Boom!

The two finally collided head-on, and their fists were like steel beasts. When they collided, there was a loud noise like a boiler exploding.

boom!

The hot air waves produced reverberations and rushed violently in all directions.

The disciples watching the battle from all sides looked in pain at the loud noise and quickly covered their ears.

But there are still some people whose cultivation is not enough, their energy and blood are boiling, and their eardrums are bursting.

Phew!

When the heat wave dissipated, Feng Daoyu's clothes were in tatters and his whole body was pitch black. As if he had been struck by thunder, he was violently blown away and spit out a large mouthful of blood in the air.

After falling to the ground, he lay straight on the ground and fell asleep on the spot, not knowing whether he was alive or dead!

"Junior Brother Feng!"

Everyone in Qingyun screamed in surprise. The core player Zhang Yue couldn't hold back and wanted to appear directly.

"Don't move."

Bai Yufan gritted his teeth and stopped Zhang Yue.

He now understood that the other party wanted Qingyun Sect to also send out core players in this first round.

When the time comes, when it comes time to fight for the spiritual mine, no one will be available.

"In this battle, Ziyan Sect Qin Feng wins. If Qingyun Sect sends people to fight, the two cities will belong to Ziyan Sect."

Bai Qiushui's heavenly voice was like a magical sound that was hard to accept in the ears of Qingyun Sect disciples.

"Abstain."

Bai Tianming glanced at Bai Shaoyu's face, sighed, and said helplessly.

"Abstain? Then I will refuse this token."

Qin Feng laughed loudly as he took off the tokens representing the two cities and returned to the Ziyan Sect to sit down.

Lin Yun sighed in his heart, these Ziyan Sect disciples are all masters at playing with people's hearts.

First, use your physical skills to anger Feng Daoyu. After he is very exhausted, you can decide the outcome with one move.

In the situation just now, Feng Daoyu had almost no chance of winning, but he thought that the other party was angered by him.

It's a pity that he is an alternate and wants to help, but there is nothing he can do.

The competition between the four sects continues.

For the next three rounds, I don’t know about the other three cases.

It was negotiated, or Ziyan Sect got the benefit.

They all sent their own core players against the Qingyun Sect.

It was as if he had made a bet on the other side and did not dare to fight with the same core players.

As a result, without exception, two cities were captured from the Qingyun Sect.

After four rounds, Qingyun Sect lost fifteen cities in a row and was divided among the other three major sects.

"There's no rush, as long as you keep the spirit mine and give Qingyun Sect three more years, you can get back everything you've lost!"

Bai Yufan looked firm and gritted his teeth.
To be continued...