The next day, Wu Feng first went to the eighth floor of Xuanzhong Cave to practice. When his physical strength was exhausted, he exited Xuanzhong Cave and came to the competition ground on the top of the mountain.
Today is the selection of the top thirty-two. Compared with the previous knockout rounds, it is undoubtedly more eye-catching. The scene is very lively. The vast square is full of people, all kinds of cheers, excited roars, and angry curses are mixed together.
, became noisy.
Wu Feng's consciousness swept away and he saw Fang Xueer at the competition seat in front of a ring. He quickly squeezed through the crowd.
"Ouch, who stepped on my foot?"
"Why the hell are you squeezing, you idiot!"
"Can you please just stop moving?"
Various strange screams were heard along the way, Wu Feng smiled bitterly, and the figure passed by like a swimming fish. These people only felt that their bodies were squeezed, but no one was seen.
Arriving at the front of the arena, Wu Feng looked at Fang Xueer, who was sitting there, with a bit of sadness on her pretty face, her eyebrows lightly knitted, her head lowered and playing with the hem of her clothes.
Wu Feng smiled and stood in the crowd waiting quietly.
"Brother, is there a bet?" A thin-faced young man next to him came over and shouted at the top of his voice, but the noise around him was so loud that even if he raised his voice, he would be drowned out by the tide of sound in an instant. Fortunately, Wu Feng
My hearing was amazing and I could barely distinguish it.
"Bet?" Wu Feng was very interested.
The thin-faced young man glanced at him in surprise. He clearly saw a faint smile on Wu Feng's face, and he only moved his lips when he spoke. He didn't look like he was roaring and his face turned red. But the strange thing was that
I heard it very clearly!
This doubtful thought quickly passed by. He didn't have time to think deeply, and said in a loud voice: "The next competition is between Zhao Gou, the sixth senior brother of the sword style, and Liu Qing, the seventh junior sister of the bow and arrow style. You can bet on Zhao Gou now.
It’s ten for one, who do you choose?”
Wu Feng smiled and said: "I want to escort Fang Xueer to the scene."
"Alright." The thin-faced young man said loudly: "The person who is fighting against Fang Xueer is the fourth brother of the Sword Style. You want to bet on the fourth brother, right? His odds are two to one."
"I bet on Fang Xueer to win." Wu Feng smiled and said: "You'd better change the odds, she will definitely win."
The thin-faced young man was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said: "You must be her friend. To tell you the truth, Fang Xueer must have lost. The fourth senior brother of Sword Style is said to have made a breakthrough this year and is a dark horse."
Wu Feng smiled and said nothing more.
At this time, the battle on the field ended quickly, and Wu Feng immediately burst into cheers and curses. As the ring was cleared, the next contestant quickly entered the ring.
Wu Feng looked at it casually and saw that one of the people on the stage was Zhao Gou of the sword style, and the other was Liu Qing of the bow and arrow style. After the two came on stage, Zhao Gou wanted to say a few words, but Liu Qing was very straightforward and directly took the money.
He took out his big bow and drew the arrow on the string.
Zhao Gou was startled, and immediately put away his thoughts and responded with all his strength.
The battle didn't last long. When Liu Qing drew his bow, the winner had already been decided. There were two taboos in fighting an archer. The first was to be distanced, and the second was to let the opponent distance himself.
bow!
There is no doubt that Zhao Gou made a very simple mistake and was directly shot off the stage by Liu Qing's kite-flying archery skills.
"Fuck you bitch, you just hit me, and you still keep moaning."
"You're such a bastard, you're causing me to lose again."
The people around who made the wrong bet roared angrily. Originally, Zhao Gou was slightly stronger than Liu Qing. If it was a close combat, Liu Qing would be defeated in just three rounds. That was why Zhao Gou was defeated.
I'm a bit pretentious and want to establish a relationship with a beautiful woman beforehand.
As a result, he was defeated by the opponent's general and was disgraced.
Soon, it was Fang Xueer's turn to take the stage. She heard the dense and huge drumbeats like raindrops, bit her lower lip gently, stood up from the competition seat and walked towards the ring. There were strong cheers and shouts from under the ring,
She seemed to be filled with the most enthusiastic expectations, but deep down in her heart, it became colder and colder.
"Come on!" Suddenly, a relaxed and encouraging voice came from the audience, blowing into the ears like a spring breeze among the noise.
She trembled and looked down the stage. What greeted him was a relaxed smiling face.
Fang Xueer bit her teeth gently, her eyes suddenly filled with stubborn courage, she raised her head and walked quickly towards the ring.
On the other side of the ring, a young man with a knife in his back jumped onto the ring. He was tall and had a very ordinary appearance. He would never be found in the crowd, but his eyes were completely different, full of resolute arrogance.
This is not arrogance, but a strong confidence!
"Junior sister Xue'er, I admit it." The young man with the knife obviously knew Fang Xue'er, he cupped his hand slightly, and then pulled out the knife without saying any other nonsense.
Fang Xueer's eyes were determined and she clenched her hands. Once she decided to fight, she would never back down!
boom!
As the drums beat, Fang Xueer took the lead and performed the first form of the Dragon Elephant Fist, Shenlong Tail Swing. Her fists were opened and closed like a winding dragon's tail, and she threw it hard at the young man with the sword.
call!
A sharp silver blade suddenly curled up and pierced out like a shooting star, grazing Fang Xueer's temple and cutting off a bunch of black hair.
What a danger! The people watching in the audience held their breaths, obviously not expecting that these two people would actually take it seriously.
There was no fear on Fang Xueer's face, her eyes were fixed on the young man holding the knife, and she hit the knife with her fist, making a clanging sound, and the knife continued to scream.
The young man carrying the sword looked as usual, the sword in his hand was as bright as his arm, and he used his fingers to draw it against Fang Xueer's sleeve and slashed hard at her pink fist.
Bang!
Fist versus blade!
The young man holding the sword took a step back, and the repulsive force on the sword was deflected by him in a casual spin, and all of it was resolved, and he slashed at a faster speed.
Fang Xueer, on the other hand, was so shocked that a trace of blood spilled from the corner of her mouth, and she took three or four steps back before stopping. If it weren't for the fact that the glove in her hand was made of thousand-year-old silk mixed with black gold, and was invulnerable to swords, I'm afraid that this sword blow would have killed her.
Can cut her fist in half.
It's just a head-to-head confrontation and a decision is made.
There were five figures sitting on the referee's table. In the center was an old man with a white beard, who was the peak master of the Body Refining Peak. To his right sat the tall, thin old man who was the second in command of the Body Refining Peak and the master of the fist style.
He was chatting with another dark-skinned old man next to him, pointing out the talents of the young people in various arenas, etc.
Suddenly, a surprised voice called out: "Old Sun, what is your daughter doing?"
The tall and thin old man was stunned. He followed the speaker's gaze and landed on Fang Xueer's ring. He saw that Fang Xueer was not afraid of death. She waved her fists and rushed towards the opponent again and again. Her hair was neatly combed.
They were all shaken to pieces and were in a very embarrassed state.
As for his opponent, the fourth brother of Toukenryu, there was not a trace of dust on his body, his expression was indifferent, and even his breathing had not changed. It was obvious that the disparity in this battle was too great.
But Fang Xueer did not give up!
Old Sun's face changed slightly. Fang Xueer is his adopted daughter. He knows her temperament best. She loves to play and loves to play. She doesn't take her training seriously, but what's wrong now? Don't you know the strength gap between the two parties?
Why haven't you given up yet?
Bang!
On the ring, the fourth senior brother and Fang Xueer clashed again. Fang Xueer's fist collided with the blade. The next moment, she retracted like lightning. A subtle sound of bone shattering came from her hand. The severe pain made her face instantly change.
became pale.
The young man holding the knife frowned and said, "Junior Sister Xue'er, you'd better give up, there's no way you can beat me."
Fang Xueer's face was ugly, and the hand that collided with the blade kept trembling. The pain was stimulating her nerves like sharp needles. Is this really the end of it?
A wry smile appeared at the corner of her mouth. At this moment, white clouds passed by, and the soft sunlight shone down from the sky, reflecting on the arena hidden under the white clouds.
Sunshine, warmth.
For a moment, her spirit was in a trance. She didn't know whether it was because she was too tired or too painful to give up. Suddenly, a picture appeared in her mind. The figure dyed golden was practicing slowly...
That ordinary fist was not tightly squeezed, but it carried a terrifying aura that made people dare not touch it...
Buzz!
The light of the knife cut through the air and suddenly appeared in front of her eyes. The silver light of the knife dazzled her eyes. At that moment, her mind suddenly became ethereal.
Punch!
Bang!
The side of the blade was hit hard by a punch, and the blade immediately deviated from the track. The fourth senior brother did not panic. Although Fang Xueer still had the strength to fight back, which surprised him, he had already thought of a change of attack, and the sword was counterattacking.
At the same time, it rotates slightly and strikes again, faster and more powerful!
only--
Click!
A fist suddenly appeared and hit his chest hard. The sound of cracking ribs was heard instantly, and a mouthful of blood spurted out uncontrollably from his throat.
The fourth senior brother looked horrified as he looked at Fang Xueer, who was about to be defeated. The latter was currently in a weird boxing stance, with her hands open and her body covered in holes. It was hard to imagine that the amazing punch just now could have been made by her.
.
The young man holding the knife gritted his teeth, clenched the sword and rushed out, deciding to fight quickly and not hold back any longer.
Not far away——
"Huh?" The tall and thin old man, who had a nervous expression on his face, was suddenly startled, and there was doubt in his eyes. Why was this girl's posture so strange and familiar at the same time? Could it be a new boxing technique? However, he had never taught her Long Xiang.
Boxing techniques other than boxing, wait, this stance... This, this is the first style of Dragon Elephant Fist??
He stared blankly at this adopted daughter whom he was familiar with in the past. From Fang Xueer's punch just now, he was already sure that this was the Dragon Elephant Fist, but it had been slightly changed. However, the Dragon Elephant Fist created by the founder could be
It would be too bold to make improvements on the basis of this.