"My mother and I stood halfway together and watched your competition today. Since my junior brother came on stage, my mother has never stopped praising you."
Seeing Qin Fengming's arrival, junior sister Zhang Ruotong immediately jumped to his side, held his hand, came to his parents, and said with joy.
Hearing what the young senior sister said, Qin Fengming's face flushed immediately, and he knelt down in front of his master and his wife: "My disciple lost a game today, which is an insult to my sect. I still ask my master and my wife to punish me."
"Hahaha, Feng Ming, there is no point in punishing me. I already know the defeat you suffered. You must have done it deliberately. I can also identify one or two of these reasons. It's so small.
It is extremely rare to have such a mind that knows how to advance and retreat.
Your current skill has surprised me, even the hall masters and elders. They all praise you very much. If they didn't know that you are already my disciple, they would definitely compete with you."
Hearing what his master said, Qin Fengming was immediately flattered and hurriedly kowtowed and said: "This is the master, my wife is teaching with all her heart, and the disciples dare not be greedy for credit."
After the master praised Qin Fengming, his expression turned solemn. After thinking for a moment, he said solemnly:
"Feng Ming, after this year of practice, your understanding of the essence of Piaoliu's Thirteen Styles of Swordsmanship has improved a lot. With your current skills, you already have the strength to enter the top ten in this competition."
"What? Master is saying that this disciple will have great hope after entering the Elite Hall?" Upon hearing the master's words, the young Qin Fengming almost jumped up.
Seeing Qin Fengming's excitement, the master smiled slightly and said again:
"Feng Ming, don't be too happy. Among these disciples, there are three or four people who you may not be able to defeat. If you meet them, you will most likely be defeated in the end due to lack of strength. But as long as
Even if you meet him early and enter the top ten, it is extremely possible. If you successfully enter the top ten, the Master Council will personally recommend you to the Sima Sect Master and let you enter the Dark Night Hall."
Hearing the master's words, Qin Fengming had a look of doubt on his face. He had no idea where the Dark Night Hall was, but from what the master said, it seemed to be a place that was even better than the Elite Hall.
"Dark Night Hall is the secret entrance of our sect. Only the core disciples of our sect can enter. However, there are very few people who know the reality of this hall. Even the master does not know the specific location of Dark Night Hall. But as long as you enter the Dark Night Hall
, various martial arts training resources will be provided unlimitedly. This is what any disciple of our sect longs for."
Hearing the master's explanation, Qin Fengming was very excited. It seems that Dark Night Hall should be the ultimate goal of Luoxia Valley disciples.
Although his master said that he could be recommended to join it, Qin Fengming knew that in order to get this opportunity, he had to pass several tests. In future competitions, there would be no room for negligence.
On the second day, the same valley was even more lively than yesterday. However, the number of disciples participating in the competition today was only half of yesterday's.
At this time, Elder Wang came to the central high platform again:
"Today's competition, there are only thirty-two people left. A knockout competition will be adopted. The winner will directly enter the Elite Hall. The loser needs to conduct another competition to determine the top four. They can also enter the Elite Hall to continue their studies. Okay, let's go and get it.
number plate."
Qin Fengming followed the other disciples and received his number plate. This time, the number plates were still randomly distributed, and each person's name was marked after the number plate.
"This competition will only be held on the high platform No. 5 in front of you. Disciples No. 1 and No. 32 will take the stage, No. 2 and No. 31 will prepare, and so on. Go ahead." Look at the disciples holding number plates under the stage.
, Elder Wang said still expressionlessly.
Standing under the high platform, Qin Fengming lowered his head and looked at the number plate in his hand, only to see the word "seven" marked on it. It seemed that he would be seventh on the stage.
At this time, Qin Fengming was also a little nervous. Regarding the three or four disciples that his master said last night that could surpass him, Qin Fengming also had the intention of not wanting to meet them.
But this matter is not something he can decide. He can only place his hope in God and pray not to meet him too early.
The No. 5 high platform is right in front of the high platform where the master and the hall masters and elders are. Sitting on the high platform, you can very clearly see any movements of the disciples you are competing against.
At this time, Qin Fengming no longer had the slightest interest in the competition on the high platform. He only had one thing to do at this time, which was to take a good rest and adjust his breathing to adjust his condition to an excellent state.
The Dark Night Hall was a great temptation for him. As Master Zhenru said, he entered the top ten this time. Based on Master's words and deeds, he would undoubtedly want the Sima Sect Master of Luoxia Valley to recommend him. He could be so young at such an age.
Entering the Dark Night Hall will save ten years of struggle for him.
Two hours later, Qin Fengming stood up as Duan Meng and other disciples greeted him. He held the sword in his hand and walked steadily towards the No. 5 stone platform.
The first battle that will determine his future fate has just arrived.
Facing an eighteen or nineteen-year-old young man holding a knife standing opposite, Qin Fengming's young face was extremely calm, with no strange expression at all.
But when he saw Qin Fengming coming on stage, the young man opposite him looked slightly surprised. He looked down the stage and saw that no one else was on stage. He couldn't help but said with doubts in his voice: "You, are you the one competing with me?"
"Senior Brother, I invited you, but Junior Brother is the one who is competing in this competition. I hope that Senior Brother will be merciful for a while."
"Junior brother, you are so young. Even if you are practicing martial arts at the age of eight, you have only been practicing martial arts for four or five years. You are the opponent of disciples like us who have been practicing martial arts for seven or eight years. It is better to admit defeat proactively."
Looking at the young man who was only twelve or thirteen years old in front of him, although the young man holding the knife was surprised, he felt very relieved. Facing such a weak disciple, it would be no doubt that he could win and enter the elite.
The church will be a sure thing.
"Haha, as long as I have a few fights with my senior brother, it will also be a training for my junior brother. As long as my senior brother shows some mercy for a while, my junior brother will be grateful."
As the young man in brown shirt presiding over the competition waved his hand, the crucial battle began.
Seeing that Qin Fengming was still calm and calm at this time, the young man also felt a little moved in his heart. Following the instructions of the young man who was hosting the competition, he waved the long knife in his hand, and a knife flower suddenly appeared. With the flash of the knife, he felt anxious.
Attacked Qin Fengming.
He actually planned to fight quickly and not give Qin Fengming any time to fight back.
Seeing this, Qin Fengming already knew what the other party was thinking. Otherwise, given his identity, he would not take the initiative to attack his twelve or thirteen-year-old boy.
Facing the opponent's sharp sword attack, Qin Fengming did not dare to underestimate the enemy's carelessness. His long sword danced, and exquisite sword moves poured out. The tip of the sword was erratic, like willow leaves floating in the wind, surrounded by a ball of white light.
Surrounding the young man, he was firmly trapped.
Just a moment after the fight, the young man who wielded the sword was already shocked. This young man who was a head shorter than himself was no novice. He had clearly been practicing martial arts for more than ten years. His swordsmanship was experienced, his body was light, and his sword was exquisite.
There are endless moves, and if you want to defeat the twelve or thirteen year old boy in front of you, you are bound to reach the sky.