As the first competition ended, without any lull, two young men immediately climbed onto the stone platform, each holding a wooden stick.
Under the instructions of the young man in brown shirt, the two men also used their own methods to fight together.
Although Qin Fengming has not been able to practice the stick technique, he also knows that this kind of weapon is a weapon that can defeat ten people with strength. This kind of martial arts is most suitable for medium and long distance fights, because the wooden stick itself is already half a foot long.
It is long and powerful when used.
The two people seemed to have known each other before, so when they came into contact, neither of them tested them, and they directly used their unique skills and fought together fiercely.
Looking at the moves used by the two, Qin Fengming couldn't help but smile in his heart. At this time, the two of them had actually given up fighting with their moves, and instead fought with strength.
This kind of reckless fighting method can determine the winner very quickly.
The third pair of people who came on stage were all very different in terms of age and strength. In just a moment, the person who used fists and kicks captured the other's spear, and the victory was effortless.
Looking at the young man using the palm technique, Qin Fengming's face showed a solemn look. He had a pair of fleshy palms, but his skills were extremely high. Although he did not reach the level of his master's thunderbolt palm, it still made Qin Fengming feel irresistible. Therefore.
Next, Qin Fengming couldn't help but put away his contempt for all the disciples.
With the end of the third competition, it was time for Qin Fengming to take the stage. Smiling at the fellow disciples beside him, Qin Fengming stepped away from the crowd and climbed onto the stone stage without any panic.
Holding a bamboo sign in his hand, the young man in brown shirt looked at Qin Fengming, but he showed a puzzled look. He was also very surprised that Qin Fengming dared to go on stage at such a young age. But after a short pause, he still waved his hand and let the other two
People started competing.
The young men opposite each held a strange weapon with a crescent below and a hook at the front. Looking at Qin Fengming, there was a hint of relief in his eyes.
"Junior brother, you are a recent disciple, right? If you are participating in a competition at such a young age, don't you know that swords have no eyes? I missed you and injured you, but it was very bad."
"Thank you for the reminder, senior brother. It has not been three years since we came to Luoxia Valley. This competition is just to increase our knowledge. I hope that senior brother will be merciful."
The disciple nodded and said no more. He crossed his weapons on his chest and stared at Qin Fengming with bright eyes, but did not take the initiative to attack.
Pulling out the sword given by his master, Qin Fengming smiled slightly, and with the shaking of his hand, the first of the Thirteen Postures of the Floating Willow came out like flowing clouds and flowing water, and quickly attacked the young man several feet away.
As soon as they fought, the young man holding the strange weapon was shocked. The young man in front of him was not an easy person. Even if he tried his best, he could win. There are two things to say.
Although the young man in front of him was proficient in the sword moves and had great power, he was completely suppressed by the exquisite sword moves of Piao Liu's Thirteen Styles. After going all out at the beginning, Qin Fengming only used
Out of five points of strength.
Even so, the young disciple became more and more frightened as he fought. The twelve- or thirteen-year-old boy in front of him was so sophisticated in his moves and his sword moves were erratic, as if he had been practicing this art for more than ten years. Layers of swords
He was surrounded by light, and he felt sword shadows flashing everywhere. If he hadn't defended firmly, he would have been defeated long ago.
At this time, Qin Fengming was already very excited. If he wanted to defeat the young man on the opposite side, it was just a matter of excitement. But although he was young, he also knew the secret way. He still knew the reason why the rafter died first. At his age,
If every battle must be won, it will inevitably arouse the hatred of all disciples, which will not be a good thing for them to gain a foothold in Luoxia Valley in the future.
As soon as he thought of this, Qin Fengming had already made a plan in his mind. Suddenly he saw the young man opposite him slamming his sword with his sword. Following the trend, his hands shook, and with a crisp sound, the sword was bounced up and fell.
It fell to a place far away.
"Thank you for your mercy, senior brother. Junior brother is not good at learning, so I will admit defeat here." He cupped his fists and saluted. With these words, Qin Fengming picked up the sword and floated off the stage.
Watching Qin Fengming leave in a daze, the young man stood on the stage with a blank look on his face. He was obviously about to lose, but the opponent actually fell under his very ordinary attack, and the long sword escaped his hand, which made him confused.
Very.
"Feng Ming, you didn't show any signs of defeat, but why did you suddenly lose?"
After hearing everyone's detailed inquiry, Qin Fengming smiled nonchalantly and said: "It's just an inattention, it doesn't matter. There is also a competition in the loser group. If you win the competition below, you can also enter the next round."
Seeing this, the other disciples started talking a lot, and they all felt very sorry for his sudden loss.
"Zhang Feng, Wei Zhihu come on stage to compete." Just as Qin Fengming closed his eyes and rested, the young man in brown shirt on the stone platform shouted.
As the two people took the stage, Qin Fengming recognized that these two were the disciples who had just lost. As for the people in Qin Fengming's group at this time, they all knew their strengths and were confident that they could successfully enter the next round.
Qin Fengming is confident.
When Duan Meng reminded Qin Fengming that it was time for him to take the stage again, the group had already competed twice. One was a young man named Wei Zhihu, who was qualified to challenge. The other was Cui Liang, but he was directly advanced to the next round.
The opponent in this round is the disciple who is about seventeen or eighteen years old who uses a sword. Qin Fengming also admires this person very much. He knows that the opponent has some martial arts skills, but he is not weak at all. Compared with himself, there is some gap.
At this time, the two sides did not need to say much. At the signal of the young man in brown shirt, the fight began.
This time, Qin Fengming didn't hold anything back at all. In just thirty moves, he used a clever move to knock the opponent's long sword away. He successfully qualified for the challenge.
Seeing Qin Fengming's successful victory, Duan Meng's fellow disciples burst into cheers, and the scene was filled with noise. This was the first victory he had won as a new disciple in decades. How could he not make everyone happy?
As the competition progressed, the opponent gradually became clear, and Qin Fengming finally had to compete with a young disciple who used a stick for the last promotion spot.
The two sides stood on the stone platform, looking at the young man who was one head shorter than him. The stick-wielding disciple did not have the slightest contempt. Qin Fengming had already seen everything in his previous competition. Although the young man opposite him was young, his skills were
But it is profound.
He knew in his heart that it was extremely difficult to defeat the young man in front of him by relying on his moves. The only way was to use strength to force the opponent to abandon his sword and admit defeat.
Thinking of this, as soon as the two sides exchanged blows, the disciple with the stick slammed the sword in Qin Fengming's hand with the stick, hoping to achieve success with one blow.
Faced with the opponent's move, Qin Fengming knew it in his heart. When he performed the Thirteen Postures of Piao Liu, exquisite sword moves appeared on his own. His young body was even more agile and agile. He was circling around the opponent, but he didn't want to fight with him.
The opponent's weapons collide.
When the fight reached about seventy rounds, Qin Fengming stabbed lightly with the tip of his sword, directly creating a slight wound on the opponent's arm. The wound was not deep, but it still forced the opponent to abandon the stick and admit defeat.
At this point, the No. 6 platform has decided on the list of disciples who will enter the next round, namely: the sword-wielding disciple Hu Yanzhuo, Wei Zhihu, the fist- and kick-wielding disciple Cui Liang, and the four disciples Qin Fengming.
The second round of the competition would only begin on the second day. Surrounded by Duan Meng's fellow disciples, Qin Fengming left the valley surrounded like stars holding the moon.