After a cup of tea, everyone watching in the audience could see clearly that although the swordsmanship of the young swordsman was not scattered, his momentum was completely gone. His body was trapped by the long sword, and failure was only a matter of time.
Facing Qin Fengming on the stage, both the hall master and the elders who were watching the competition, as well as the disciples in the audience, were all shocked by the fact that he showed such skill at such a young age.
Judging from his age, he is only twelve or thirteen years old. Even if he has practiced martial arts at the age of five, it has only been five or six years at this time. But the power he shows is as if he has been practicing martial arts for ten years.
The veteran is average.
"Hall Master Zhang, I heard that this young disciple has been accepted by you. I wonder how you found such a good disciple. Can you tell us?"
When they were on the high platform, seeing Qin Fengming's tactics, some people couldn't help but ask Hall Master Zhang how he was doing.
"Hahaha, why is this difficult? Although all the hall masters here are much more prestigious than our Bailian Hall, when it comes to discovering talents, they are difficult to compare with our Bailian Hall. As long as the disciples are selected, the first thing they go through is
, is the Bailian Hall controlled by me, Lao Zhang."
"Hey, brother, if you don't tell me, I have really forgotten that you are truly blessed."
Although there were a lot of discussions on the high platform, Qin Fengming no longer gave the sword-wielding young man a chance. Under the sudden change in swordsmanship, with the crisp sound of "clang", the two people on the platform immediately stopped and raised a long sword.
The knife fell on the table.
"Senior Brother Qin has won. Senior Brother has entered the top twenty, and there is no doubt that he will enter the Elite Hall." Following the commotion, the disciples who came with Qin Fengming were already cheering and very excited.
Although Qin Fengming won, he was still out of breath. You must know that at this time, everyone is not mediocre.
After notifying Duan Meng and others, Qin Fengming went straight back to his residence. As for the opponent he will meet tomorrow, Qin Fengming will not worry about it anymore. Anyway, he will have to put in 120% of his energy in the battle tomorrow.
At night, Qin Fengming came to Baizhang Cliff again.
The master was also very happy about Qin Fengming's performance during the day. After encouraging him, he said: "Fengming, tomorrow's competition, I, the Sima Sect Master of Luoxia Valley, will be there in person. As long as you win again, you can enter this competition.
The first eight, when the time comes, I will definitely recommend you to the sect master to enter the Dark Night Hall."
Hearing what his master said, Qin Fengming was immediately overjoyed, but amid the joy, a trace of nervousness was also revealed. It would be easy to get into the top eight.
"Master, I wonder if the person who will compete with the disciple tomorrow has been decided?" Although he knew that the master was always upright, it was not too much to ask a little as long as it did not violate the rules.
"Haha, as a teacher, I can only tell you that your opponent tomorrow is also a man of considerable strength. You just need to take a good rest and prepare for the battle with all your strength."
The second day, the competition venue.
As soon as Qin Fengming arrived, he saw an old man sitting upright on the high platform in the middle, whom he had not seen two days ago. This old man was wearing Bagua fairy clothes, holding a fly whisk, with a face like a crown jade, and a long beard floating on his chest. Sitting upright.
On the high platform, there was a sense of majesty naturally revealed.
Seeing how extraordinary this old man is, there is no doubt that he is the master of Sima Qingshan Sect without asking.
Although Qin Fengming was pleasantly surprised to see the sect master personally present, he also knew that he would have to go all out for the final result.
In the seventh game, Qin Fengming once again climbed onto the No. 5 platform.
Qin Fengming's reappearance caused a burst of cheers from the audience. This sound was not only cheered by the young people who came with him, but also those young people who participated in the competition. Many people also cheered.
In the previous several competitions, Qin Fengming had already earned the respect he deserved, and no one looked at him as a young boy anymore.
Turning his head to look at the central stand, he saw his master whispering something to Sima Sect Leader. Qin Fengming felt happy, but he quickly calmed down and looked at the young man in gray shirt opposite.
I saw the young man standing opposite, with a solemn face and piercing eyes, without a trace of contempt.
Judging from the young man's face, he must have already known his previous performance, and no longer had any luck in his heart.
Following the order from the young man presiding over the competition, the young man who was a head taller than Qin Fengming held a spear and did not attack first. Instead, he looked at the officer's stance and stared at Qin Fengming closely.
Seeing the other party like this, Qin Fengming couldn't help but smile: "Thank you for your courtesy, senior brother. Junior brother is offended."
As the sword flower trembled, the sword moves of Piaoliu's Thirteen Styles poured out like the Yellow River, like a violent storm.
Suddenly, on the No. 5 platform, a ball of white sword light sprang up and began to spin around a young man standing in it.
As Qin Fengming exerted all his strength, a sound of dragons roaring and tigers roaring also sounded at the scene. Upon hearing this, the people watching the battle in the audience felt a sense of being at a loss to fight against the enemy.
Just when Qin Fengming was using all his strength to perform the exquisite sword moves of Piaoliu's Thirteen Styles, among the people on the central high platform, a murmur came out in a low voice:
"It turns out that this sword technique can be used like this. It turns out that Xiao Fengming has already experienced this sword technique to such an extent. Even Xiao Wei seems to be inferior compared to it."
Qin Fengming, who is on the high platform, can already feel at ease if the master who teaches him personally can say this.
Just when Hall Master Zhang was murmuring alone, Master Sima, who was sitting next to him, suddenly turned around and said with a surprised voice: "Brother Zhang, I have seen Liu Nuxia perform this before.
It’s a sword technique, but the artistic conception is quite different. Could it be that Brother Zhang found another way to develop such a domineering sword technique?”
"The master of the sect has given you too much praise. This is not something I taught him. It should have been discovered by my little disciple myself. Even in my wife's sect, I have never seen anyone who can perform the Thirteen Styles of Piaoliu Swordsmanship like this."
After hearing this, Sima Sect Master immediately showed a thoughtful attitude. His eyes were focused and he stared at the No. 5 high platform without moving any further.
The skill of the young man holding the gun was not weak. He used a cloud-penetrating spear technique to advance and retreat in a well-established manner. He was both offensive and defensive, but he was also able to dance impervious to wind and rain, which was extremely remarkable.
The two sides fought for a hundred and ten rounds. Under such circumstances, no one showed any sign of defeat.
"Brother Zhang, you are a young disciple, but you are a talented person. After twenty rounds, you will definitely win." Just when the two of them were fighting on the high platform, the outcome was inconclusive, Sima Sect Leader chuckled and said,
Turning around to face Zhang Li, he said firmly.
Upon hearing this, the tension on his solemn face relaxed slightly, and he nodded slightly in agreement.
Regarding the answers given by these two people, the other elders were a little unclear, but because of their status, no one asked.
As expected, Sima Sect Master expected, after the tea time, Qin Fengming made a move, but when the young man on the opposite side used a gun to block it, he never expected that Qin Fengming's move had a big flaw. With a sharp turn of his wrist, the sword
The tip lightly drew a line on the young man's arm.
Although this blow did not cause serious injury to the young man's arm, his patience and kindness meant that he would not continue fighting with Qin Fengming.
After this battle, Qin Fengming has entered the top ten in this competition, and the plan set by the master has been successfully completed.