The next day, more warriors from Jiezhou arrived one after another, and the courtyard became even more lively. There were many people talking, so in order to avoid any accidents, Fei Chenglin and other officials recommended Wang Kui, the most senior person, to be in charge and let him take charge and coordinate various matters.

Shortly after noon, a large group of guests came to the other courtyard. They were the outer sect elders from Fengzhou, Qinzhou, Chengzhou, and Weizhou who led their disciples to visit. There were forty or fifty people. They called them euphemistically.

The purpose of exchanging martial arts experience is actually to explore the reality of Jiezhou before the competition begins. Although Xuanyuan Sect strictly prohibits the disciples from fighting in private, they do not object to such innocuous exchanges and exchanges. If Jiezhou does not want to

Accept the challenge or reject it directly.

Literati value fame, while warriors save face. Others came to provoke them, how could they avoid fighting? Wang Kui, Fei Chenglin, Huo Zhen and others exchanged glances and said with a smile: "Senior Brother Mi, Senior Brother Luo, Junior Brother Liu, Junior Brother Huang

, as well as all fellow brothers, Qin, Feng, Cheng, and Wei from the four continents came together to visit me, which really embarrassed me, the governor of Jiezhou! I wonder how you plan to exchange your thoughts? It can’t be a chaotic war, or your disciples from the four continents surround my state.

Disciple, right?"

Qinzhou Mi Yinuo smiled and said: "Since it is an exchange, the outcome is not important. I, Qin, Feng, Cheng, and Wei, will each send one person to the end. Junior Brother Wang, you will choose four disciples to fight, how about it?"

Chengzhou Luo Tiehao said loudly: "I have heard about the names of Ye Huayu and Fu Jingtao in Jiezhou for a long time. It is said that they are favored by the master and are known as the 'Xuanyuan Twins'. We will see them soon."

Well, two of the four spots have been reserved. Who should be sent to the remaining two? Wang Kui raised his head to signal, Gu Pianpian, Huo Zhen and others discussed for a while and decided to send Ma Biao and Qiu Jian. Ma Biao is the son of Ma Yiming, who is deeply loved by his father.

Zhenzhen is good at wielding two swords; Qiu Jian is Huo Zhen's beloved disciple, he is skilled in swords and axes, and he is quite low-key and taciturn.

As for Qinzhou, Luo Feng, a disciple of Mi Yinuo, was sent with a rotten silver spear; Luo Zhengyang, son of Luo Tiehao, was sent from Chengzhou with two octagonal bronze hammers; Guo Ting, a disciple of Zhang Chuanxiong, was sent from Fengzhou.

, wearing a long sword in white clothes, with extraordinary pride; Lu Junxing, Huang Qian's disciple sent by Weizhou, wields a long-handled Green Dragon Sword.

There was less chatter at the moment, and everyone moved to the martial arts training ground, divided into two groups facing each other, everyone looked solemn, and no one would treat the sparring as a child's play. Through these four competitions, the disciples from each state can mentally weigh where they are.

What is their level? What is the strength of others? What is their hope of participating in the primary election this time? After practicing martial arts for several years, it is finally time to test their quality. Most people feel uneasy in their hearts.

Wang Kui knew that the outcome of the competition would greatly affect the mentality of all the disciples, so he did not dare to be careless at all. He clasped his fists with a smile and said: "Brothers, since you are here to compete, shouldn't you select someone to go out first?"

Mi Yinuo did not shirk his words and said loudly: "Luo Feng, you come to fight in the first battle!"

"yes!"

A young man in green clothes holds a silver gun behind his back with one hand and leaps into the center of the field. He has slender limbs, strong movements, star-like eyes, and sunken cheeks. The most special thing is that his eyebrows are extremely long, and the corners of his eyebrows are curved down to cover the corners of his eyes.

, born with a strange vision. He casually hit the silver spear, and his strong fighting spirit erupted, and said in a deep voice: "Qinzhou Luo Feng, dare to ask Senior Brother Ye Huayu for advice!"

The names of Ye Huayu and Fu Jingtao have spread throughout the Xuanyuan Sect, and they are undoubtedly extremely skilled. But it is precisely to challenge and defeat the strong that practicing martial arts makes sense!

Luo Feng took the initiative to challenge Ye Huayu, not only because he had confidence in his own martial arts, but also because he was eager to defeat his opponent and become famous in the martial arts castle. So that others would know that Qinzhou men are also talented!

Fei Chenglin smiled and waved: "Hua Yu, go!"

"yes!"

Ye Huayu made a slight movement, landed in front of Luo Feng, cupped his fists and said, "This is the first time we meet, please give me some advice from Senior Brother Luo."

Luo Feng's eyes narrowed slightly, and the cold light in his eyes shot out, and he said word by word: "If you accidentally hurt your senior brother during the fight, please don't blame me!"

Ye Huayu said lightly: "You are thinking too much!"

Luo Feng's face turned slightly purple, and he suddenly shouted: "Kill!" He stamped his left foot on the ground and stepped forward with force, twisted his waist half-twisted, held the silver gun with both hands and stabbed it out, the tip of the gun trembled rapidly during the operation, and transformed in the blink of an eye.

Five silver spear flowers appeared, and they pounced on the opponent almost indiscriminately, making every effort to change the marksmanship.

In just the first move, he showed off his superb spear skills. The silver spear flew like a dragon and seemed to be alive, firmly attracting everyone's attention.

The blade of the gun broke through the air, and the scream was ear-piercing. The silver gun was full of energy, without any ambiguity, showing strong self-confidence.

"Okay!" All the disciples in Qinzhou burst into loud cheers and applauded.

Mi Yinuo stroked his white beard with his hand and nodded lightly with a smile. Luo Feng was well-known in the Qinzhou area and was recognized as a martial arts genius. He was proficient in thirteen spear techniques and was known as the "Silver Spear Who Subdues the Tiger."

Ranked among the top three in the Wucheng Competition.

There was a loud roar of a dragon, and white light penetrated the sun like a rainbow. Ye Huayu unsheathed his sword at an incredible speed. The long sword came first, and the sharp sword energy penetrated the shadow of the gun and shot towards Luo Feng's chest.

Stabbing with the long sword, there is no magical change, nor is it a rare stunt, it is only fast and cruel!

When the sword and man are united, their power is like electricity.

Just a simple stab caused Qinzhou, Fengzhou and other warriors to change their colors. Na Miyinuo shook his hand and pulled out a handful of beards. They were facing Ye Huayu and clearly felt the moment when the young man drew his sword.

Yousenhan's sword intent is coming towards you! How old is Ye Huayu, and he has already cultivated his sword intent to the point where he is a master of swordsmanship?!

When ordinary people practice swordsmanship, they spend one year practicing the coordination of hand, eye, body, and footwork, two years practicing basic swordsmanship, and three years practicing swordsmanship routines. At least by the fourth year, they can achieve some success in swordsmanship. After several more years of hard work, they can become a master of swordsmanship.

It can be said that he is proficient in swordsmanship.

On this basis, in order to practice to the point where man and sword can be integrated into one and wield it freely, you have to rely on your innate understanding. Going further, you can explore the essence of swordsmanship and understand the true meaning of swordsmanship, the integration of body, mind, spirit and sword.

It can unleash the power of the sword. If you go one step further, your body and mind can communicate with heaven and earth. People are swords, and swords are people. With every movement of your hands and feet, your sword energy is everywhere, and you will rarely find an opponent in the world.

Although Luo Feng is proficient in spear skills and is better than his peers, he is still limited to the level where practice makes perfect. How can he compare with Ye Huayu who has realized the meaning of the sword?

Before the sword could reach him, the sword's intent pressed directly into his mind, making Luo Feng stand on his head. The silver spear's body trembled when it was stabbed midway, and the blade of the spear swept back, striking the spine of the long sword forcefully.

White light and silver light suddenly collided.

Ding, ding, ding! The weapons clashed, the sound was rapid and the light and shadow flickered.

The next moment, Luo Feng stepped back, shouting angrily while waving his gun and laying down a heavy screen of gunfire, trying to prevent his opponent's follow-up attack.

Ye Huayu's figure suddenly froze, holding his sword as still as a mountain, staring coldly at the numerous gun shadows, clearly observing the flaws in the marksmanship. If he didn't make a move, the outcome would be decided once he made a move!

He is as active as a rabbit and as quiet as a virgin. Although he is young, he has shown the demeanor of a top swordsman.

Mi Yinuo's eyelids twitched and he shouted flatly: "Wait a minute, I surrender this battle!"

Before he finished speaking, everyone was in an uproar.

Luo Feng was ashamed and annoyed, his face instantly turned purple, he looked back and shouted: "Master, I didn't lose, I can still..."

Mi Yinuo said in a deep voice: "Shut up! Victory or defeat is decided by the public. Is it you who has the final say? Come back to me!" At his level of martial arts, there is no need to wait until the last moment to know the outcome. Luo Feng and

Ye Huayu's martial arts realm was too far apart, and he would definitely lose if he continued to fight. In order to protect his disciples from injury, and to avoid the psychological shadow left by defeat, he had no choice but to admit defeat.

Luo Feng's spear skills had not yet been fully demonstrated, and he was really unwilling to do so, but he did not dare to disobey his master's order. He stomped his feet bitterly, dragged the silver spear back, and did not even want to explain what was going on.

Ye Huayu shrugged, Cang Lang put his sword back into its sheath, cupped his hands and said, "Uncle Mi, I'm sorry!"

Mi Yinuo showed a smile and said: "The leader really has a keen eye for recognizing talents. I hope that Junior Nephew Ye will not be arrogant, make further progress, and become a pillar of my Xuanyuan as soon as possible!"

Ye Huayu returned to the Jiezhou disciples, which naturally attracted a burst of warm cheers.

Wang Kui laughed and said: "In martial arts competitions, peace is the most important thing. Senior Brother Mi has a broad mind and should be a role model for our generation! But I don't know which handsome young man will fight in the next match?"

Luo Tiehao did not hesitate and said loudly: "Zhengyang, go!"

"yes!"

I saw a black-faced young man with an exceptionally majestic body, broad shoulders and round waist striding out of the battle, holding a pair of octagonal gilt copper hammers in his hands. The handles of the pair of copper hammers were more than two feet long, and each one was about thirty or forty years old.

It weighs a kilogram, which can be regarded as a rare heavy weapon. From this, you can imagine how amazing its arm strength is. When fighting against each other, such a heavy copper hammer was smashed head-on. The sword broke, the sword broke, and the sword broke. It was not something ordinary warriors could do.

Resistant.

As expected, the black-faced boy shouted: "Chengzhou Luo Zhengyang, please invite Senior Brother Fu Jingtao to fight!" Having seen Ye Huayu's martial arts, he still wants to challenge the equally famous Fu Jingtao. His courage and confidence are amazing.

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Fu Jingtao stepped out of the queue with his head held high, cupping his fists and saying: "Fu Jingtao from Jiezhou, nice to meet you!"

Luo Zhengyang frowned and said in a loud voice: "Senior Brother Fu went out to fight empty-handed. Could it be that he looks down on me?"

Fu Jingtao smiled and said: "Junior Brother Luo, please don't get me wrong. What I am best at is boxing and kicking. I fight with bare hands, which is the greatest respect for you!"

Luo Zhengyang suddenly realized that he threw away the copper hammer with a bang, raised his iron fist and said: "In that case, I don't want to take advantage of you, let's just compete in boxing skills!"

Everyone watching the battle was in a commotion, and there was a buzz of discussion. Luo Zhengyang abandoned his weapons and used short strikes to attack longer, how could he have any chance of winning? Luo Tiehao's face was as dark as water, and he didn't know what he was feeling in his heart.

Fu Jingtao was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but have a good impression of this honest young man. He said solemnly: "Please!" He stood upright, lowered his waist and sat on the horse, raised his left fist and extended it forward, and retracted and pressed down with his right fist, keeping an upright posture.

He is setting up the "Yuanmen crouching tiger" boxing stance.

Luo Zhengyang smiled happily, lunged back and forth, raised one fist high over his head, and brought the other fist to his waist. He opened the "Arhat Conquering Demons" boxing frame.
Chapter completed!