Qin Ruoyang's repeated gaffes made Sima Tang chuckle.
But while he was snickering, Sima Tang couldn't help but think of his expression when he just learned the identity of the powerful Sword Emperor Ye Feng.
At that time, his performance was the same as Qin Ruoyang's.
Thinking that he was in the same embarrassment at the beginning, Sima Tang was no longer in the mood to laugh at Qin Ruoyang.
In the competition venue, forty-nine pairs of sword kings and strong swordsmen were fighting each other.
Although the strength of these people is not comparable to Sword King experts like Sima Tang and Qin Ruoyang, some newcomers with great potential for development still attracted Qin Ruoyang's attention.
"Hey, that young man with silver hair and bloody eyes seems to be practicing his sword intent to kill!" Qin Ruoyang pointed at He Huan and said quietly.
Following Qin Ruoyang's instructions, Sima Tang turned his attention to He Huan, who was exuding a murderous intent and suppressing his opponent to death. A smile appeared on his old face.
"The swordsman with white hair and blood-eyed eyes is called He Huan. He should be Ye Feng's life-and-death brother." Sima Tang explained.
"Is it related to Ye Feng again?" Qin Ruoyang was slightly startled.
Quietly looking at Ye Feng who was standing in the Yin Shang Kingdom camp, Qin Ruoyang couldn't help but sigh after realizing that he was also looking at He Huan.
The birth of a genius often requires the support of countless geniuses.
Just like Qin Ruoyang, he got to where he is today by stepping on the corpses of countless people and rising in fame. His reputation is unmatched, but except for those who are flattering and fearful like tigers, there is absolutely no life or death relationship around him.
brother.
Thinking of this, Qin Ruoyang paid more attention to Ye Feng.
He had a feeling that Ye Feng was anything but simple, and he couldn't tell clearly whether such people were a blessing or a curse for the countries in the Central Plains when they landed in the ten southeastern countries.
The first knockout round lasted for nearly two hours before the winner was decided.
The winner is beaming and full of joy, while the loser is dejected and extremely depressed.
Just as Ye Feng had guessed beforehand, He Huan really showed no mercy and severely injured his opponent.
And Jiang Ziwei, after going through some small tests with near misses, also successfully knocked down his opponent on the ring.
Since the championships of the youth group, middle-aged group, and senior group were to be competed for on the three days of the competition, the winners only took a short rest for less than an hour before starting a new round of drawing lots.
This time, Ye Feng drew the black lottery number 6. When the player with the red lottery number 6 realized that his opponent was Ye Feng, his face turned pale.
"I abstain..." the first-level sword king shouted in despair.
His exclamation attracted everyone's attention.
Realizing that this unlucky guy was actually chosen to compete on the same stage as Ye Feng, the onlookers around him couldn't help but look at the swordsman with pity.
"Ye Feng, the powerful Sword King." Either of these two names would scare away most sword cultivators.
No one with a reasonable mind would be stupid enough to challenge Ye Feng.
Of course, there will never be a shortage of people with abnormal brains in this world.
In the second round of promotion, He Huan's opponent, the guy named Zhang Han from Hanhai Kingdom, was a complete arrogant maniac.
Standing opposite He Huan, Zhang Han licked his scarlet lips with his tongue, put on a bloodthirsty and greedy look, and whispered: "He Huan, are you Ye Feng's friend? Let me tell you, in this competition, I
I came here just for Ye Feng. After I kill you, I will challenge Ye Feng and prove to the world that I, Zhang Han, am the number one master among the young people from the ten southeastern countries."
As he spoke, Zhang Han cut his fingers with his long sword like a mad dog.
Seeing the blood soaking the entire sword body, he licked his lips with the tip of his tongue again, his body exploded, and he rushed towards He Huan like a cheetah.
In this world, there are not many people and things that can arouse He Huan's anger and reveal his murderous intentions. But Zhang Han's arrogance and constant insults to Ye Feng just touched He Huan's bottom line.
Seeing Zhang Han charging towards him, He Huan slowly raised his sword.
With a crisp sound, the long sword was unsheathed, and then the entire arena was enveloped in a snow-white light.
From the moment the sword is unsheathed to the moment it is sheathed, it only takes a blink of an eye.
But people were horrified to find that in the blink of an eye, He Huan's figure had already moved from one side of the ring to the other.
Behind He Huan, Zhang Han opened his eyes in shock and fell to the ground slumped.
At the moment when his body fell to the ground, his body split from the middle and divided into two parts.
Blood, viscera, green bile, and yellow intestinal waste poured out across the arena.
Looking back at Zhang Han's body, which had not been able to close its eyes until death, He Huan's eyes flashed with a hint of disdain.
"Don't overestimate your capabilities!" He Huan said coldly.
Having said this, he jumped off the ring and returned to the Yin Shang Kingdom camp.
From the knockout round to the promotion round, this was the first time such a bloody killing occurred in the ring.
Seeing He Huan's expression unchanged and his eyes unblinking after he committed the murder, everyone around him took a breath of air.
Those sword cultivators who had also defeated their enemies and advanced to the next round looked at He Huan's figure with a hint of panic in their eyes.
At this moment, they truly understood that besides Ye Feng, there was another person in Yin Shang Kingdom who they could not afford to offend either.
Jiang Ziwei's opponent this time is a strong swordsman.
The sword master who came from Linfeng Kingdom cultivated his sword intention - fierce fire.
As he waved his sword, tongues of flames roared across the arena, covering the entire arena.
Being in the sea of fire, Jiang Ziwei felt difficulty breathing and his movements gradually slowed down.
In recent days, Jiang Ziwei has been comprehending the meaning of the sword. However, due to his active nature, it is impossible for him to sit down quietly, let alone comprehend the meaning of the sword in a short period of time.
Seeing the opponent's sword intent suppressing him, Jiang Ziwei felt a little irritated.
Suddenly, he spotted an empty door on the opponent's lower body, and a narrow smile couldn't help but appear in his eyes.
When experts fight, women's breasts and men's private parts are the most shameful places to attack. Anyone who knows their dignity will not attack this place.
But as luck would have it for this swordsman, he met a real villain, Jiang Ziwei.
In order to win, not to mention throwing away face, even if he is asked to behave and wallow, he can do it.
Jiang Ziwei arched his body and shot out like arrows.
It was obvious that the long sword in his hand was attacking the opponent's chest, but when he was less than ten meters away from the opponent, the sword force suddenly changed and struck directly at the opponent's lower body.
When he noticed that Jiang Ziwei's long sword was stabbing his lower body, the swordsman couldn't help but froze for a moment.
That is, in his brief moment of confusion, Jiang Ziwei instantly took back the initiative to attack and used a set of airtight and fierce sword attacks.
"Shameless!" Realizing that he was suppressed, the swordsman let out an angry roar.
"Thank you for the compliment." Facing the other person's curse, Jiang Ziwei not only didn't get angry, but responded with words of thanks, making the other person very angry again.
After a round of attacks, Jiang Ziwei was unable to control the opponent.
Seeing the opponent's fiery sword intent burning brightly again, Jiang Ziwei once again had a cunning look in his eyes.
The same thing, the same scene, happened a second time.
When the long sword in Jiang Ziwei's hand struck the sword cultivator's lower body again without anyone noticing, the sword cultivator's offensive was blocked again.
This time, Jiang Ziwei no longer launched a fierce attack like before, but kept walking around the sword cultivator, using cold arrows on the opponent's private parts, and even firing cold arrows at the back door.
Under Jiang Ziwei's almost shameless attack, the sword cultivator's offensive was finally disrupted, and his actions became unorganized.
"Jiang Ziwei is about to understand the meaning of the sword!" Ye Feng whispered in the Yin Shangguo camp.
Beside him, He Huan nodded solemnly, opened his lips and teeth, and said only one sentence: "Indeed, this shameless sword intent is indeed the most suitable for him to practice."
The conversation between Ye Feng and He Huan fell into the ears of Hai Wuya and Qiu Yang, making all the four sect masters dumbfounded.
They had heard of thousands of sword intent attributes, but this was the first time they heard that the sword intent cultivated by someone was called shameless. When they turned their attention to Jiang Ziwei, they were shocked to find that things seemed to be as Ye Feng had guessed.
Jiang Ziwei really understood the meaning of the sword during the battle.
Jiang Ziwei's figure was like a top, moving quickly around the ring.
The more he turned, the more freely he moved, and the more skillful he became in attacking the opponent's lower body and back door with his sword.
Suddenly, an extremely vulgar and lustful aura emanated from Jiang Ziwei's body.
As soon as this powerful aura appeared, all the fiery sword intent released by the sword cultivator was extinguished.
With a "pop" sound, Jiang Ziwei's sword, which was clearly aimed at the sword cultivator's lower body, suddenly turned a strange corner and stabbed the sword cultivator in the buttocks.
Unprepared, the sword cultivator's back door was almost opened by the sword, causing the sword cultivator to roll off the ring in pain.
The venue suddenly became extremely quiet.
This silence lasted for half a minute. The Ten Kingdoms sword cultivators who were watching Jiang Ziwei fighting against the Linfeng Kingdom sword cultivator burst into bursts of laughter.
After practicing swordsmanship for so many years, this was the first time they saw such extremely obscene and obscene sword moves.
Everyone's hair stood on end when they thought of Jiang Ziwei's elusive swordsmanship, which never left the opponent's lower body and back door.
Fortunately, they were watching the battle. If they had taken the stage, they would probably end up no better than the sword cultivators of the Hanhai Kingdom.
After defeating his opponent, Jiang Ziwei walked off the ring with his head held high.
Ignoring the scornful looks from around him, he still maintained his head held high and confident.
Seeing that Jiang Ziwei had reached the state of being shameless and invincible, many sword cultivators in the Yin Shang Kingdom camp, including Ye Feng and He Huan, all turned their backs in embarrassment, pretending to watch the scenery.
Behind Ye Feng and others, Shang Li, who was squatting on a chair like an old monkey, nibbling a green apple inelegantly, jumped down from the chair.
He came to Jiang Ziwei in three steps at a time, stretched out his dirty palm, patted Jiang Ziwei's shoulder, and said: "Boy, you performed well. If you are interested, after returning to Yin Shang Kingdom,
You can go to the Imperial City to find me, and I will take you to Hualiu Lane."
The old man and the young man all became very excited when they talked about the scenery in Hualiu Lane.
When the two were chatting happily and forgetting everything around them, Ye Feng and others quietly dispersed to both sides, pretending not to recognize the two of them.
After the promotion competition, out of one hundred swordsmen, only twenty-five swordsmen were left with the qualifications to advance.
Since there was an odd number among the contestants, the organizing committee made a temporary decision to draw lots and select one contestant to advance directly.
I don’t know whether it was intentional or a coincidence, but the player who was promoted directly fell on Ye Feng.
Ye Feng couldn't help but have a wry smile on his face when he heard that in his third game, he still didn't need to take action and was successfully promoted again.
"Are you so scary? You can't even meet an opponent in the competition?" After learning that he would have nothing to do next, Ye Feng simply hugged a chair and sat down on the edge of the arena, focusing his attention on the upcoming competition.