Standing on the stage was a young man in rich attire, with an arrogant look on his face. When he saw Dou Wuqing, he ran up to him with a trace of disdain in his eyes.
Feng Jinghong felt a little unhappy when he saw this man like this, and the smile on his face gradually turned cold. Perhaps because he felt Feng Jinghong staring at him, the young man suddenly turned around and glared at Feng Jinghong fiercely.
Hong, a look of malice flashed through his eyes.
"Hey, why are you looking at my big brother? Your opponent is me!" Biyouqing said in a childish voice with a swollen face.
"Hmph, little girl, which peak are you from?"
"You are not good-looking and have a bad mind. Of course I am a disciple of Yunwu Peak with many beauties. Seeing as you look like this, you will definitely not be able to find a wife in the future!"
"Sharp-tongued! I am disabled at Longyin Peak, please sign up!"
"Hmph, I won't tell you my name for a person like you with his nostrils pointing to the sky. Just take action."
The little girl turned her pink face to one side and snorted.
"mean!"
"Shameless!"
"Be careful!"
Feng Jinghong was really angry. He had never seen such a shameless person. As soon as the little girl turned her head, Qu Can stabbed her with a sword. Everyone in the audience shouted worriedly. In addition to worrying about the little girl,
More of a disdain for Qu Can!
"Big bad guy!" Hearing the cry, the little girl quickly turned her head, her fleshy little hands quickly made fingerprints, and a transparent vase made of the energy of heaven and earth wrapped her inside.
Qu Can's sword hit the vase, making a crisp "ding" sound. When the little girl saw that the vase was not broken, she felt relieved, patted her chest with her little hand, and puffed out her mouth to exhale.
"Huh, little girl, you are quite capable. That sword strike just now was not enough to test you. Next, I will break your turtle shell!" Qu Can pulled away and retreated quickly, standing at the starting position.
"Big bad guy, I asked you to sneak attack me, you also take my move!" The little girl looked angrily at Qu Can who was preparing to attack again. She squeezed her hand and the vase wrapped around her instantly turned into countless green lotuses.
Falling lightly towards Qu Can.
Except for Jingyu, the master of Yunwu Peak, who had a calm face in the stands, the master Jinglong Zhenren and the other three peak masters all exclaimed: Qinglian Luoshen Formation!
"Junior sister Jingyu, when did you take on such a powerful disciple and train the "Xuan Xin Mysterious Art" to the fourth level at such a young age?"
"Senior Brother Leader, you're not bad either. Isn't this Qu Can astonishingly cruel as Tian Bin? Besides, I saw the speed with which he drew his sword just now. Isn't it that you passed on the "Sword-Slaying Technique" to him?"
"Well, he is the grandson of an old friend of mine. I received his favor back then and promised him that I would help him fulfill a wish in the future. This is why I accepted his grandson as my disciple."
"I think he has good qualifications, but his character is a bit poor."
Senior Brother Jingtian said.
"Senior brother, I don't know. His parents were killed by traitors when he was young, so he is a little extreme. But fortunately, he has a good temperament, and he is still young, so he still has time to train him. I am planning to let him participate in the Lanyuan Cave Heaven in March.
A trial to temper his temper."
"That's fine. Our Longyin Sect should be able to have twenty places this year. By then, let the top five in this competition go. It won't be a waste of time to practice."
"Okay, then it's settled!"
While several people on the stage were discussing, a loud noise suddenly came from the sword competition stage.
boom!
A ten-foot-long giant sword split open the sword competition platform where the two people were sitting. The little girl groaned and flew out. Feng Jinghong shouted loudly and flew to catch the little girl.
"Brother, do you believe that Youqing didn't lie to you?" The little girl tried her best to smile, and her pale face made Feng Jinghong feel heartbroken for no reason.
"Well, Youqing is the most capable, big brother, I believe in you!" Feng Jinghong handed the little girl into the hands of Master Jingyu who was flying towards her, and jumped onto the sword-fighting platform that was split in two.
In the green lotus, Qu Can closed his eyes and held his head in pain. Master Jinglong sighed and took him out of the green lotus.
"This round, let's call it a draw."
The presiding elder said softly from the side.
Master Jingyu, who was about to have an attack, shook his head when he saw Qu Can's appearance, gave the little girl a red pill, and took her to the stand.
Feng Jinghong looked at Qu Can, who was being healed by Jinglong Zhenren's exercises, and anger flashed in his eyes.
Because of this incident, the female disciples of Yunwu Peak all ignored the disciples of Longyin Peak with cold expressions. Everyone in Longyin Peak couldn't help but secretly hate Qu Can, so much so that no one cared about him when he woke up.
Feng Jinghong's next competition was very easy. His opponent was a disciple named Meng Tong from Daofeng. As soon as he came on stage, he surrendered to Feng Jinghong, which saved Feng Jinghong from taking action until the top six in the afternoon.
race.
After passing the competition in the morning, six people finally won and entered the next round. They are Feng Jinghong, Biyouqing from Yunwu Peak, Qu Can from Longyin Peak, Zheng Youwen from Daodao Peak, Chen Ziyang from Canyang Peak, and Wan Jian from Wanjian Peak.
Front.
The first game in the afternoon was Wan Jianfeng versus Chen Ziyang. This time Wan Jianfeng was very careful and hit hard with his moves. He knocked Chen Ziyang off the sword fighting platform with one move and won the first victory. The second game was Zheng Youwen versus Farewell.
Youqing, the little girl's expression recovered a lot after resting, and she won the victory without much effort, and the third game was the duel between Feng Jinghong and Qu Can.
Jinglong Zhenren originally planned to ask Qu Can to give up the game, but for some reason, Qu Can insisted on playing when he heard that his opponent was Feng Jinghong. If he didn't give up, Jinglong Zhenren had no choice but to temporarily seal it for him.
Internal injuries.
On the sword competition stage, Feng Jinghong looked fiercely at Qu Can, who had a sinister look on his face opposite him, and the anger that had been suppressed in his heart for the whole afternoon was slowly released.
"Feng Jinghong!"
"Qu Can!"
"Take the move!"
After Feng Jinghong finished speaking, she pulled out the wooden sword and performed the "Great Sun Demon-Destroying Sword Jue" from the first to the fourth form. The nine fireballs melted into a one-foot-sized purple fireball during the rotation, and then turned into blue again.
color, and finally turned into a blue sun, exuding boundless heat waves, pressing down on Qu Can.
"The art of slaying the sword to cut the sky! The sword is shocking to the sky!"
Qu Can felt the threat of death from the cyan sun, and he did not dare to be careless. He immediately used his most powerful sword attack. The shadow of a broken sword about ten feet long appeared above his head, and followed it in his hand.
The sword slowly slashed towards the blue sun in the sky.
"Senior Sister, do you think Junior Junior Uncle will lose?" Ling Yun nervously asked the expressionless Ye Qingxin next to him.
"I don't know. If he only has this ability, he can't stop Qu Can's second sword at all."
"Then what should we do? I will help him quietly!" Feng Wuzhi was also a little anxious, and he pinched his sword finger and was about to take action.
"If you are not afraid of Master's punishment, then feel free to take action."
Ye Qingxin still had the same expression as if it had nothing to do with her and said calmly.
"But..." Before Feng Wuzhi could say anything, he heard an arrogant cry.
"Uncle Jinghong, you can't block my second sword strike of the same kind. I forgot to tell you that if I use the second strike of my Absolute Sword Jingtian Style, the broken sword will be intact. I'm afraid you will be
...If you admit defeat, then I won’t do anything again.”
"Really? I just want to see how powerful it is." Feng Jinghong raised the corner of her mouth slightly and glanced disdainfully.
Qu Can was angered by Feng Jinghong's contempt. He raised his sword with both hands and shouted: "A shocking sword!"
Seeing the vitality of heaven and earth slowly replenishing the phantom of the broken sword, Feng Jinghong didn't dare to push up. He kicked his feet hard on the ground, and his whole body rose into the sky. His strength at the eighth level of Qi refining was released without reservation.
When he came out, the wooden sword ignited with dark green flames.
Suddenly, Feng Jinghong threw the wooden sword in his hand towards his chest, holding his hands up to the sky. The wooden sword did not fall, but slowly floated to the top of his hands, spinning continuously.
"This, my junior uncle can actually wield a sword during the Qi refining stage!" Feng Wuji was obviously surprised.
"What is going on? How is it possible that you can wield a sword at the Qi Refining Stage? Could it be that Master Jinghong has broken through to the Foundation Building Stage in just one year?"
Everyone around the sword competition stage exclaimed in surprise.
"Hehe, big brother looks stronger than me. He can definitely help me beat that bad guy." Bi Youqing, who was sitting in the arms of Master Jingyu, said with a smile.
"It seems that the eighth level of Qi Refining is really different..."
Head Jinglong and several peak masters all sighed.
Feeling the threat posed by the dark green flames, Qu Can yelled crazily: "Take the move!"
The nearly ten-foot-long lightsaber struck hard at Feng Jinghong in the air.
"Edict!"
Following Feng Jinghong's finger, the rotating wooden sword made a clear sound, cut through the lightsaber, and stopped at Qu Can's throat.
All the sounds were silent, except for the "crack-pap-pap-pap-pap-pap-pap-pap" sound of burning.
"Junior Brother Jinghong..."
Looking at Qu Can, whose eyes were dull, Feng Jinghong took back his wooden sword, shook his head slightly, and got off the sword competition platform with his head held high.
boom!
Cheers of "Uncle Master are great" erupted from the outside.
The following competition was nothing outstanding. Feng Jinghong won the first place without any suspense, followed by Bi Youqing. Wan Jianfeng got the third place, and Zheng Youwen and Chen Ziyang got the fourth and fifth place respectively.
, but the arrogant Qu Can was a little shaken because of Feng Jinghong's sword, and he directly withdrew from the competition.
The first place in the newcomer competition can get a high-grade sword, but because Feng Jinghong has the wooden sword given by his master, he is not interested in the high-grade sword at all, so he and the third place Wan Jianfeng
After some discussion, he changed his Vitality Pill.
Wan Jianfeng was still quite embarrassed, so he bought a bottle of hemostasis powder for himself. Of course Feng Jinghong would not refuse. As a disciple of the Jingzi generation, he knew about the Lanyuan Cave Heaven Trial three months later.
Hemostatic powder might be useful.
"Uncle Master, why don't you choose that high-grade sword? That is a good thing. I think it is specially prepared for you. Although the Vitality Pill is precious, it is not as good as that high-grade sword."
"What do you know, kid? Your master's uncle's wooden sword was given by your master's uncle. It is a rare thing." Master Jinglan looked at Ling Yun's expression of regret and smiled softly.
"Oh, that's a sword, no wonder it's so powerful."
Feng Wuji also interjected from the side.
"I don't know either. The master didn't tell me when he gave it to me. He only said that I should use this sword to fight the enemy. He said that the wine gourd that he originally planned to give me would have to wait for a while."
"It seems that Uncle Master wants you to give it a name yourself."
Master Jinglan nodded thoughtfully and said.
"You're the only one with a sharp mind. You can guess what I'm thinking." An old voice appeared behind a few people.