The second volume, the entry into the WTO, the 104th chapter is getting more complicated
At noon the next day, the seats on the back mountain were full. Shi Yuan stood on the stage holding a sword, waiting for the next challenger. He had defeated several masters before and was resting at the moment. The people below were also brewing. After all, the seventh-grade
The strength is already very good. Except those who have not reached the seventh level, except for those who are really fearless, no one will go on stage to waste time. After all, in addition to competing for their own face, it is also to have a glimpse of the style and set a benchmark for themselves.
After waiting for a long time, a young man whose clothes were completely patched came on the stage.
"Beggars' Autumn Beifeng, please."
"please."
Qiu Beifeng used the Beggar Clan's authentic dog-beating stick method. With a bamboo stick in his hand, the vicious dogs in the world walked around. With a gentle sound, he touched the tip of the stick to the ground, specializing in the third road of Shiyuanxia, but hit the stone.
Yuan was caught off guard and backed away, almost reaching the rockery on the side. Shi Yuan turned around, stood up, raised his toes to the sky, and swept the tip of his sword across, blocking Qiu Beifeng's last move, and then he was in mid-air.
Rotating forward, using the sword in his hand to attack, Qiu Beifeng kept sliding almost with his back to the ground. The two of them seemed to be fighting with an artistic sense.
"A sword coming from the west!" Shi Yuan made several upward somersaults, getting higher and higher, and suddenly a sword suddenly fell from the sky. The sword light enveloped Qiu Beifeng, and the bamboo stick in his hand rotated to resist the force brought by the sword energy.
A sure kill. The internal energy overflowed and knocked away the surrounding rubble, but it continued to spread to the side in waves.
The two were in a stalemate, so they collected their power together, turned around, and touched each other with their other hands wrapped in a large amount of internal energy. There was a loud noise, and in the blink of an eye, the two of them were already on the edge of the competition stage.
"One sword creates two virtues!"
"Hit the two dogs!"
Two thin rays of white light and a large range of green shadows intertwined together again. Then, the Qingfeng Sword rotated rapidly under the control of the internal force of Shi Yuan's hands. He stepped into a horse step with his left leg, and heavily explored with two fingers of his right hand, shouting loudly.
, with the blessing of a faint white Tai Chi diagram in front of his finger, a white shadow rushed out instantly.
Looking at the other side, the bamboo stick was inserted an inch into the stone platform. Qiubei Feng squatted slightly, moved his center of gravity forward, and made his hands into palms. A yellow and gold shadow was galloping around in his hands, rolling continuously with the movements of his hands.
With a roar, the shadow rushed towards the Qingfeng Sword.
Amidst the explosion, in the center circle of flying dust and rocks, a figure in white flew backwards, his back hit the rock hard, half-kneeling on the ground, a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, he stood up with difficulty, holding his fists in his hands
, smiled bitterly, "The Beggar Clan's Eighteen Palms for Subduing the Dragon are really powerful in the world. I lost this battle, but it was me who lost, not the Tai Chi Sword. I will ask Shi Yuan for advice next time."
." After saying that, he took the Qingfeng Sword and got off the competition stage, and was helped back to his brothers.
Qiu Beifeng also retreated a few times before the shock dispersed, and the shock to his own internal strength was felt. He looked at Shi Yuan who was going down with solemn eyes, and two words came out of his mouth, "Concession."
Looking at the somewhat dirty competition stage, the disciples could only see the shadow of a man in green, who stepped onto the stage amidst exclamations. This man was Yin Wudao, the ghost master.
Yin Wudao smiled, opened his fan for show, and fanned himself lightly, "Brother Qiu, please adjust your breath. Later, I, Yin Wudao, will accompany you through two moves to learn the dog-beating stick technique and the Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms.
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"It's the ghost master, one of the six masters!"
"Didn't I hear in the past that he only came on stage in the last half of the day? It's only been half of three days, so why did he come on?"
"You are below the eighth level. Some sects have weaker elders who are only at this level."
"I wonder how many moves this seventh-grade Qiu Beifeng can sustain?"
"This person seems to have been injured. Didn't the Ghost Taoist come this time?"
Tian Sanfeng also stroked his beard, "The old man didn't come, so he wrote a letter, saying that he was used to walking alone, and some of his nephews and disciples were too lazy to see him. He asked me to help take care of his apprentices, but how?
I don’t know the extent of the injury, but even so, it should be more than enough to overcome this sad autumn wind. The realm of the eighth and seventh grades is a big hurdle after all."
At this time, the old man with a white beard who was drinking put down his wine gourd and said: "His internal injuries are nothing, he was just exposed to cold poison. I helped him nurse him back and he's fine."
Tian Sanfeng looked at the old man respectfully, "Uncle Master, how did you get involved with this guy Wudao? Didn't you just come out of the mountain in the past two days?"
"Yes, I met him at Wuwei Peak."
"Wuwei Peak?"
Several people nearby who heard the conversation were shocked and couldn't believe it.
Tian Sanfeng also slapped his thigh hard: "Yin Wudao, why did he go to Wuwei Peak? Isn't he looking for death?"
"I happened to be returning from an outing and wanted to go up to Wuwei Peak. I came across this boy and another handsome boy competing in Qinggong to see who could reach the top of the mountain first. I thought it was interesting, so I followed behind and watched.
The two of them happened to reach the top of the mountain. They were fearless, exhausted and caught in a snowstorm. They were afraid that they would die there, so they helped them and then went down the mountain. Unexpectedly, these two people were interesting and got there before me.
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Tian Sanfeng almost stood up in shock, "I arrived before you, Uncle Master? How is that possible? Even if I go up there, I have to try my luck to survive!"
"The two of them did not go down the mountain normally, but fell from the mountain and fell into the glacier. When I arrived, the boy was already fainted and lying on an ice cube, so I took him with me.
return."
"Consider this kid lucky. If it hadn't been for you, Uncle Master, to go into seclusion and go back to the mountain, you might have died without any bones left! By the way, Uncle Master, what about the other one?"
"The other one, alas, I didn't find it. I don't know where it went. It's a pity that he is younger than the disciple of Ghost Taoist. He doesn't know any movement skills, but he can catch up with Yin Wudao. His talent is very good. It depends on his level.
He should be around the eighth grade, I don’t know who his apprentice is, it’s a pity.”
"I didn't expect that there are unknown young masters who can rival Yin Wudao. I really want to meet him, but it's a pity."
Qiu Beifeng on the stage had almost recovered by now, and was facing Yin Wudao.
"please."
Yin Wudao was not polite. As soon as he said "please", he pressed forward. Except for the people in the stands, few people could see the ghostly figure clearly.
"Brother Wu Dao, this speed is getting faster and faster."
"No matter how fast you are, I will definitely defeat you with one sword."
"Mo Dingxuan, your title as Master Sword Master is well-deserved. I didn't see you defeat him with just one sword last time. You're so mean."
"No wonder he acts like a mute on weekdays. He is afraid of being beaten if he talks too much."
"Don't you think there's no one in Wanjian Sect to care about you? Your sword has become thinner, but your skin has become thicker."
Although Qiu Beifeng had been mentally prepared, he was still shocked when he saw the speed of the ghost master. It was too fast! He quickly waved the bamboo stick and hit him in the direction he saw, but after several rounds
When he came down, he didn't even touch the corner of his clothes, and the stick hit the afterimage. Of course, he was already very strong. If he were an ordinary person, he wouldn't even have time to react, let alone use his eyes.
"Hit the two dogs!"
His eyes were once again covered by a large green shadow, and his inner energy was rolling away. He hoped to block Yin Wudao for a moment and give himself some time to breathe.
Unfortunately, he still underestimated Yin Wudao's speed. The moment the green shadow swept out, Yin Wudao was already walking close to the ground and was behind Qiu Beifeng in an instant. This move to hit the two dogs horizontally is indeed powerful, but
It was only in front of me, not behind me. Qiu Beifeng noticed the aura behind him, turned around suddenly, and struck out with a palm, but unfortunately it missed.
His hands and feet were in a mess.
An Yinan took a sip of wine and said, "Qiu Beifeng is defeated."
Zhuge Zhi still had the look on his face, fanning himself in the breeze, and said leisurely and contentedly: "If you are already invincible, you should go all out and use your strength to the extreme. If your psychological defense is defeated, there is no chance. It's because you have too little experience in the world.
Ah, lack of experience in life and death battles."
"Brother Zhuge, why don't you come up later?"
"No, I just want to show off my quick words. Who doesn't know that I am the weakest among the six."
"But, with your brains, how many people can get close to you casually?"
"Haha, joking, joking, watching the martial arts competition, watching the martial arts competition."
At this moment, Yin Wudao had already slapped Qiu Beifeng on the chest. Qiu Beifeng walked off the stage without even having a chance to fight back. At this scene, many people exclaimed, and some even said "praise"!
"This shit is too strong, Qiu Beifeng hasn't even used the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms yet!"
"It's so confusing that I still haven't seen where the ghost master is."
Qiu Beifeng climbed up with the help of the disciples of the Beggar Clan, "Young Master Gui is really powerful, I admire you."
Yin Wudao stood on the stage, fanning himself with a small breeze, and looked at him in the audience: "Actually, our competition can continue. Unfortunately, you lost to yourself. If you don't mess up, you may be able to show your ability to descend the dragon."
The power of the eighteen palms, if you learn all eighteen of these palm techniques, I will really be no match for you."
Others don't know, but Qiu Beifeng knows it himself. He feels bitter in his heart. He has only learned three postures so far. If he really learns all eighteen postures, he probably doesn't know how long he will have to wait.