Qin Wushuang took the lead and immediately won applause from the crowd.
After winning, Qin Wushuang walked down from the ring and waited for the other three duels to decide the winner.
According to the rules, his next opponent will be between No. 2 and No. 7. Therefore, after Qin Wushuang stepped off the ring, he began to observe the duel between No. 2 and No. 7.
Know your opponent in advance, know yourself and the enemy, and win every battle.
The two of them were really evenly matched, and they were fighting vigorously. Qin Wushuang looked at it for a moment, and he already had some confidence in his heart.
In terms of individual combat ability, these two men are about the same as Li Wuji. However, they lack the bravery of Li Wuji. The two of them are relatively conservative when fighting.
Although this kind of competition in the arena is usually not a matter of life and death. But if there is no courage during the confrontation, the momentum will be greatly reduced. Qin Wushuang said that it would not be a problem to win against such an opponent.
After watching it for a while, I stopped paying attention.
Just as he was about to turn around to watch the other two pairs fighting, there was already a winner over there. The winner was No. 8, and the one he defeated was No. 1.
Looking at No. 8's calm and composed look, it was obvious that he was winning more easily. Although he was wearing a mask, when Qin Wushuang looked over, No. 8 also happened to look towards Qin Wushuang.
Obviously, No. 8 is also very concerned about Qin Wushuang, a potential opponent.
Qin Wushuang came out on top, which also made No. 8 quite a bit wary. He couldn't help but look at him twice. Qin Wushuang saw his serious gaze, but he was not afraid at all. He looked at each other calmly for a moment, and then moved away calmly.
opened.
When the arena match began, several of the most outstanding second-generation disciples in the camp outside the arena were also watching the competition on the arena seriously. Especially Wei Yi, although he was recognized as the strongest among the younger generation, at this time
He was the most serious and watched intently.
Seeing Qin Wushuang throw his opponent out of the ring as soon as he made a move, his eyes lit up.
Zhou Fu couldn't help but shout "Hello" and praised: "Senior Brother Wei, this No. 6 is really good. He should be the young junior brother who paid for the Fire Cloud Eagle earlier, right?"
Wei Yi nodded: "Looking at the figure and temperament, it should be him. This junior brother looks really young, but I don't know which lineage he is a rising star from."
Zhou Fu said with a smile: "Senior brother Wei, I feel a little nervous after seeing this junior brother's wonderful performance. It seems that we really can't slack off, there are many talented people in our country. If we are not careful, we may be defeated by the junior junior brother who is behind.
Junior sister went above and beyond."
What she said sounded like self-motivation, but it actually had some direction.
Wei Yi could tell that what Junior Sister Zhou Fu said this time must have been meant for Wei Yi. As the only innate spiritual root of the younger generation, Wei Yi could be said to be the favorite among thousands of people in the sect.
But Zhou Fu's character is soft on the outside and strong on the inside. Therefore, the meaning of these words is obviously to use the name of the young junior brother to give Wei Yi a chance to listen.
However, Wei Yi remained calm and said with a smile: "Junior sister Zhou's words make sense. In the journey of cultivation, only by studying hard every day and sleeping at night can you be at ease. As the saying goes, sailing against the current, if you don't advance, you will retreat!"
Just as he was talking, No. 8 on the stage also knocked his opponent off the stage cleanly.
When No. 8 and Qin Wushuang looked at each other, Wei Yi smiled: "These two are interesting. If I guess correctly, these two should compete for the final championship."
The corner of Zhou Fu's mouth moved, but she said: "Little sister, I think that No. 8 may not be the opponent of No. 6."
"Oh? How come Junior Sister Zhou can see her?" Wei Yi asked with a smile.
"No reason, intuition." Zhou Fu chuckled.
"Hey, Brother Yu is more optimistic about No. 8." Wei Yi said calmly.
Zhou Fu didn't answer, she was silent for a moment, and suddenly said: "Senior Brother Wei, is this No. 8 from the lineage of your main hall master?"
Zhou Fu was also one of the people in charge of the previous registration and selection of places. Apart from the newcomer Qin Wushuang, some of the core disciples who were somewhat famous knew each other well.
Zhou Fu was thoughtful and naturally noticed this detail. At this time, hearing Wei Yi speak so confidently, she felt a little uncomfortable and blurted out.
Wei Yi didn't expect that Junior Sister Zhou would ask so directly this time. Since Zhou Fu asked this, it would be unfair for him to deny it. He smiled and said: "Although he is wearing a mask, Brother Yu cannot be completely sure, but judging from his body shape and
Judging from the methods, he should be the ninth junior brother of the family master."
The lineage of the main hall master has sixteen core disciples, four more than the other four main hall masters. The ranking of the Xingluo Palace has always been determined based on the year-end assessment.
Wei Yi is currently the eldest brother. If he is ranked second among the hall masters in the year-end assessment, then his position as eldest brother will be given up and he can only be the second senior brother.
Of course, under normal circumstances, the strength of the core disciples has steadily improved, and there will generally not be much difference in each other's rankings. Basically, the possibility of movement is relatively small.
Especially among the strongest ranks, they are basically inferior to others. Even among the core disciples, they are definitely outstanding, and it is difficult to shake their position.
When Zhou Fu heard what he said, she smiled and stopped answering. She thought to herself that you are naturally hoping that your junior brother from the same lineage will win.
"But I don't know that this No. 6 is a junior disciple of that lineage. He is really unlucky to meet someone from the hall master's lineage. Basically, he can only accompany the prince to study. It is indeed difficult to win! The competition in the ring is easy to say.
, I’m just afraid of some unexpected moves..."
Zhou Fu has hosted this kind of arena match several times. Naturally, she knows some inside information. In name, this arena match is absolutely fair. But in fact, there are still some people who will form cliques for personal gain and use some extra tricks in private to win.
Zhou Fu didn't bother to do this kind of thing, but that didn't mean that others wouldn't do it. She also knew that with Wei Yi's figure, he probably wouldn't bother to do it either. But the main lineage of the main hall master has many masters and sixteen core disciples.
He was notoriously clumsy and could not tolerate the other disciples from other branches becoming too popular.
After all, the absolute controller of Xingluo Palace is the main hall master!
In every detail, the majesty and status of the main hall owner must be fully highlighted.
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While the core leaders in the camp were all having their own thoughts, the only two pairs left in the arena also decided on the winner.
No. 2 narrowly defeated No. 7 with his last move and entered the second round, becoming Qin Wushuang's opponent.
Over there, No. 4 narrowly defeated No. 5 and entered the second round to compete with No. 8.
According to the rules, there will be a rest period between each round of competition, and this period is one hour. After all, this is a battle between innates. After a hard battle, an hour's rest period is still short.
Qin Wushuang already had a general understanding of all his opponents, so he silently came to a corner, sat quietly, breathed out, adjusted his mentality, and adjusted his Dantian Qi.
He knows that the opponents in the next round are just a warm-up. They cannot pose a real threat to him. The real opponent is the opponent in the final championship battle.
Basically, if nothing unexpected happens, the opponent for the championship in the final round should be No. 8. An opponent with equally outstanding strength.
Qin Wushuang had already begun to prepare for the final round.
"That No. 8 is so powerful that he is on par with me. I have to leave some backup. In the next round, I will use the snake-shaped soft whip to attack my opponent. If necessary, I can try the Ziyang Sword to get familiar with it.
An ancient sword with a strong innate aura."
Qin Wushuang's heart is like an ancient well. He can always stay surprisingly calm before a battle. He never thinks too much about the victory or defeat. What he thinks most about is how to fight the enemy and how to defeat the opponent.
An hour came quickly.
Qin Wushuang fell into the ring floatingly.
Entering the second round, there were only two games left in the arena, so the area of the competition venue doubled again, giving them more room to play.
After a hard battle, the No. 2 player had an hour to adjust, but he still had not returned to 100% condition. Even in his perfect state, Qin Wushuang did not regard him as a strong opponent, not to mention that he still had some flaws.
state?
Qin Wushuang glanced at the other party and smiled faintly: "If I were you, I would not choose to come on stage at this time. Winning or losing is important, but as the saying goes, fists and feet have no eyes..."
Number 2 said angrily: "Put away your psychological tactics! If you want to beat me, let me see how much real talent you have!"
Qin Wushuang knew that he was trying to hold on, so he smiled and said: "Three moves! If I let you survive three moves, I will lose this duel!"
Qin Wushuang deliberately used his innate aura to activate the sound, radiating the sound in all directions, forming sound waves, which were continuously rolled out, like waves, gushing out.
This move of his can be described as knocking the mountain and shaking the tiger. He was obviously speaking to No. 2, but in fact, he was provoking No. 8 in terms of momentum, forming a psychological suggestion that he would rather me than anyone else.
Sure enough, as soon as he showed his momentum, thunderous applause broke out from all around. Obviously, Qin Wushuang's hand was very stylish!
Reminiscent of his previous tyranny, throwing the enemy off the stage with one move, and this time, he promised to lose if he failed to win in three moves. This kind of momentum and domineering is what most disciples of Xingluo Palace admire the most.
Of course, it is better to speak a thousand words than to write one with your hands.
Before Qin Wushuang finished speaking, the snake-shaped soft whip in his hand was already shaking. The entire long whip, under the influence of his spiritual power, was meandering and circling, like a giant python, swallowing and spitting.
A series of whirlpool-like rolling blows were formed, whipping towards No. 2.
Number 2 knew that Qin Wushuang was powerful, so how could he dare to neglect him? He waved the broad sword in his hand with both hands and swiped it towards the long whip. This cross-cutting sword slashed at him with astonishing momentum.
Qin Wushuang shouted: "Well done!"
Suddenly, the soft whip trembled, and spiritual power was poured into it again. The entire long whip suddenly straightened, forming a straight long stick, which turned into a sweep, and swept over.
In the middle of the attack, he changed his move and used the soft whip to directly compete with No. 2's broad sword for spiritual power!