Three or four people stood up all of a sudden, and in the end, a senior brother who was not of the same name was quick and he rushed up first.

Go up quickly and go down slowly.

In just twenty moves, he lost.

One after another.

Huang Lin looked at Feng Qingyang standing on the beating.

Somehow I thought of the villain boss.

And the disciples of the Qi Sect who came to power one after another were very much like the gourd kids who saved their grandfather.

He couldn't help humming:

"Gourd baby, gourd baby, seven melons on a vine"

The teachers in front of them couldn't help but look back when they heard the strange little song behind them.

"This little song is good, let's go back to teach Cheng'er."

Seeing the teacher's wife turn to speak, his ears get a little hot, and he touches the back of his head awkwardly.

After all, I was embarrassed.

It’s better to watch Feng Qingyang honestly pretend.

Feng Qingyang had already lost more than a dozen disciples of Qi Sect in a row at this time, and no one from the Buzi generation had entered the competition.

The atmosphere among the disciples of the Sword Sect was getting more and more lively, and several female disciples had little stars in their eyes.

After a while, seeing that no one had come up, Feng Qingyang took out a note from his sleeve.

"Which nephew is Cui Busheng?"

After looking at the notes in his hand, Feng Qingyang looked up and said.

There was a person walking out of the Qi Zong.

He was named and could not refuse to go to power unless he admitted defeat.

If you have less than ten moves, this person will be defeated.

"Sinking"

"Congratulations or not"

All seven or eight people were from the Qi Sect, and they didn't last ten moves.

Feng Qingyang used all the "Huashan Sword Technique".

"Song Buzhi"

Hearing this name, the sword sect suddenly became quiet and noisy again.

"How could Uncle Feng order us to be our own people?"

"Is this the wrong person? Do you want to call Song Buchi from the Qi Zong?"

The disciples of the Sword Sect whispered to each other, and one of them looked at the stage in amazement.

"Can Song Buzhi's nephew be there?"

Uncle Feng was crazy and even beat his own people!

"Can my nephew be there?"

The stunned disciple walked out with disbelief.

"Come up."

Feng Qingyang was not surprised to see someone coming out from the disciples of the Sword Sect.

If someone sees the note on his hand, he will find that the name on it is marked with the words "Sword Sect Qi Sect" on the front.

"My nephew gave up."

Song Buzhi knew that Mr. Feng was very good at martial arts. Now that he was suddenly named, he was a little uneasy. He would only humiliate himself when he went up, so he directly admitted defeat.

Feng Qingyang didn't care and continued to illuminate the name on the note.

"Xia Buhui"

Another name of the Sword Sect.

"What does uncle mean?"

Xia Buhui frowned and walked up to the ring and asked.

"The same school competes with skills, no need to worry too much."

Feng Qingyang avoided answering.

"snort!"

Seeing this, Xia Buhui stopped asking more questions. After giving in, he attacked directly.

Unfortunately, my strength is not as good as that, so I haven't been able to last ten moves.

He stepped down with anger and returned to the crowd.

The sword sect was a little irritating, and the discussion became more and more obvious.

"Ginger is not thin"

"Chi Buwei"

The next ten people were all from the Sword Sect.

"What's wrong with Feng Qingyang?"

"One or two can be said to be a mistake. Now nearly ten people are disciples of my Sword Sect. What is his intention?"

The teachers and commanders have also seen that Feng Qingyang is even beating his own people.

Huang Lin secretly glanced at Uncle Tan's side face, and indeed his face was angry.

However, there was a faint laughter from the direction where the elders of the Qi Sect were located.

It's the little fat man who has the biggest voice.

Next, Feng Qingyang ordered more than 20 people one after another, including Qi Sect and Sword Sect.

I have calculated that there have been fifty or sixty games.

He didn't even sweat, and his clothes were neatly tidy, as if he had just been on stage.

He looked at the notes in his hand, pinched them casually, and looked up and asked:

"But there are also my juniors who come up to have a discussion?"

Seeing that no one from the audience was replying, he took out his arms and took out another note.

"."

Only then did Huang Lin remember that all the people he just called were of different generations.

really.

"Lin Qingyi"

Come out of the airbender.

"Qi Zong, Lin Qingyi, I have met my junior brother."

"Huashan, Feng Qingyang, please give me some advice."

Suddenly, it was discovered that Feng Qingyang had never reported his identity as the Sword Sect.

"Is this what Uncle Qishi means?"

Tan Qing was back to the point. Feng Qingyang wanted to use one person to attack the disciples of Qi Jian sects, and let the disciples of the two sects point the finger at him.

Since Feng Qingyang became a disciple, he has been practicing martial arts with Qi Yun and never showed up. I heard that he had traveled out of the mountain for several years.

Obviously, I don’t know the details of the Qi Sword Sect in the Sect.

Lin Qingyi on the stage didn't last long and failed thirty or forty moves.

After defeating another senior brother of the Sword Sect, he was already from the 23rd Qing generation.

The breeze's breath has also become heavier.

The senior brothers of the Qing generation consumed a lot of money on him.

Once the challenge is called, you cannot rest, not to mention that he also has a task assigned by his master.

He breathed a sigh of relief and pointed his name as the note.

The disciples from the Qi Sect below the stage are both worried and happy.

Feng Qingyang is the youngest of the Qing generation, and it caused a lot of controversy when he became a disciple.

They have heard from their teachers.
To be continued...