Time passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye it was evening. Huge braziers were set up around the several-foot-wide martial arts stage, illuminating the surrounding area like daylight.
There were not many players participating in the competition this time. There were only more than a thousand people in total. Finally, under everyone's attention, it was Ye Cheng's turn to take the stage. At this moment, he finally understood the rules here. Everyone came on stage, and even
There are three rounds of fighting, and each round only lasts for one stick of incense. If the opponent cannot be defeated within the specified time, the Wudang people on the side will be the judges and the person who will be eliminated will be selected.
Although this method is somewhat unfair to the people on the stage, it is extremely effective in preventing some people who are pretending to be fake among them. After all, a player who can defeat three people in a row is at least an average player. This will also provide a good foundation for the next step.
The competition added a lot of excitement.
Ye Cheng looked at the two-foot-high platform. With a slight exertion on his feet, he rose into the air and slowly landed on the platform. He looked at the woman in front of him quietly and shook his head secretly. He didn't expect to compete with a woman as soon as he came on the stage. It was really
Somewhat disappointing.
Judging from her clothes, this pretty woman must be a disciple of Emei, and she uses a pair of slender water-splitting thorns.
When Ye Cheng was sizing up his opponent, the woman was also looking at him carefully and said with a cold face: "What do you think of you? Why do you look down on our Emei disciples?"
Ye Cheng smiled lightly and said: "Young lady is joking, I don't mean it!"
"Still saying no? You look down on me by looking like that!"
Staring at the woman inexplicably, Ye Cheng was speechless.
The woman suddenly said: "If you think highly of me, why don't you use weapons? Do you think you can win with bare hands? You are an insult to me!"
Ye Cheng smiled bitterly and said: "Girl, how can I respect you?"
The woman opened her mouth and said: "Use weapons, choose a weapon from here, then you respect me!"
"Ha ha--"
The spectators who were still standing around immediately laughed. They didn’t expect this girl to be so funny. She went around in a circle just to let her opponent fight her with weapons. She probably saw the fight between Ye Cheng and Jiang Long just now, and knew that Ye Cheng
Cheng's boxing and kicking skills were extremely powerful, so she wanted him to compete with her with weapons. She thought that it would at least be safer.
Ye Cheng looked at this cute Emei disciple speechlessly, shook his head and said: "Okay, since you made the request, I will make an exception and promise you once!"
The Emei disciple was happy and said with a smile: "Little sister Emei Wind Chime, please give me some advice from this senior brother!"
Ye Cheng sighed slightly, and then the blood-drinking spear that had not been used for a long time appeared in his hand, shook out a gun flower in front of him, and said: "My name is Ba Liang, you have to be careful, my spear is very heavy!
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Jiang Long in the audience looked at Ye Cheng with great interest, thinking in his heart that this guy was pretty good even if he didn't know how to shoot. You must know that there are specialties in martial arts, and it would be considered good for an average person to be proficient in one weapon. If he wanted to do it at the same time,
It is extremely difficult to practice multiple weapons. After all, it is basically impossible for someone who is good at using swords to use a stick.
Under the expectant gaze of everyone, the two people on the stage finally began to compete.
The Emei disciple Feng Ling was very sweet on the lips, but his subordinates were not merciful at all. The two water-dividing spikes were as fast as meteors. Under the extremely fast movement, they continuously attacked Yecheng, braving the cold light.
The sharp thorns give people a chilling feeling.
This pair of water spikes is not very long and belongs to the category of short weapons, which means that it requires close range to exert its power. The wind chime's movement skills are also very good, but they pale in comparison to her speed.
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As soon as Ye Cheng suddenly fought, he knew that this woman was more powerful than her speed. For a while, because the spear in his hand was too long, it was difficult to attack immediately, so he had to use the spear as a stick, constantly blocking and blocking the opponent's attacks.
Offensive, his feet gradually retreated.
Seeing that his offensive was effective, the wind chime went all out. In the dark night, it seemed to be a night elf dancing with the wind. In the layers of light and shadow, it looked pretty and charming, which shocked the hearts of those who saw it.
Although he was forced to retreat to the side of the stage, Ye Cheng still maintained a faint smile and did not seem to feel that he was about to be knocked off the martial arts stage.
Some of the people in the stands started shouting, but if you listen closely, they were scolding Ye Cheng for making them lose money. These people were just gamblers who had lost money on him.
Feng Ling's face was filled with joy. He didn't expect that his method was really successful. In just three steps, he could force the person in front of him off the ring. The bright light in his eyes flashed, and the water-splitting thorns in his hands suddenly came out, with a left
A flying right thrust aimed at Ye Cheng's neck and heart.
Ye Cheng swung his spear, hitting the thorn tip with the tip and tail of the spear one after another, and said with a smile: "Now it's my turn to attack!"
It turned out that a large portion of the stick of incense had been burnt before I knew it, leaving very little time.
Before he could fight back, Feng Ling had a proud look on his face and couldn't help but laugh: "You're going to lose!"
Ye Cheng was stunned, and suddenly felt a chill coming from his wrist. He looked down, and his heart skipped a beat. He didn't know when the double thorns that had been thrown away by him had been taken back and stabbed along the side of the gun.
It aimed at his wrist, while the other double thorn was close to the ground, stimulating his jaw.
My heart skipped a beat, thinking that I had been stunned by this girl and almost hit her. Now that I couldn't dodge, I had no choice but to retreat, but if I retreated, I had no choice but to get off the ring.
In the eyes of everyone with disbelief, Ye Cheng decisively flew out of the martial arts stage, and immediately sighed, thinking to himself that this hero has a hard time being a beauty. No matter how strong your martial arts is, in the end you will not be enchanted by a girl.
It's a pity to lose my head here.
Jiang Long in the audience breathed an inexplicable sigh of relief, as if he felt a lot more relaxed. Unknowingly, he had been overwhelmed by Ye Cheng's momentum, and a seed that was difficult to resist was planted in his heart.
However, he was not the only one who felt this way. People who seemed to have passed the test all felt relaxed. Even the gray-robed Taoist sitting on the stage couldn't help but sigh and whispered: "The mind is unstable.
I hope he can improve after this battle, the young man is pretty good, but it’s a pity!”
Several Taoists on the side also followed suit: "Senior brother is right, this guy has a good foundation, but he was confused and used a spear to attack others' strengths with his own shortcomings. How can he be invincible!"
At this moment, Ye Cheng, who was in mid-air, did not look depressed at all. The confident smile on his face made even Feng Chime feel a little puzzled, and even felt a little strange.
"bite--"
Just as he was about to land, Ye Cheng fiercely thrust out the spear in his hand and drove it diagonally into the side of the martial arts stage. With a slight pull, his body actually floated up again, with his feet firmly standing on the spear.
Ogami put his hands behind his back, with an unfathomable demeanor, shook his head and said with a smile: "I haven't even landed yet, how did you win?"
"you--"
Feng Chime was speechless for a moment, staring at Ye Cheng in disbelief, as if the person in front of her was a mystery, making her confused.
This sudden change made those who were sighing suddenly become energetic, and they all started dancing and laughing.
Jiang Long and the other contestants were dumbfounded, but they were secretly cursing why this guy didn't fall, and why he did this trick out of nowhere.
"This guy is interesting. I'd like to see how he can win in the remaining time!"
The gray-robed Taoist couldn't help but laugh, and looked at the man standing quietly at the end of the gun with interest.
The wind chime seemed to have fallen directly from the sky. Although I had to admit that I had not lost, I felt a little depressed after all. Suddenly I remembered something, turned around and looked at the burning incense table, and immediately smiled and said: "Even if you are now
You’re not defeated, there’s not much time left now, let’s see how you get back to your previous disadvantage!”
This is one of the rules of the competition. If the two sides cannot tell the winner within one stick of incense, the Wudang judges will select the winner based on the battle situation. The wind chime has always had the upper hand before, and it is even more so.
With this performance that almost knocked Ye Cheng out of the ring, if the rules are followed, it is basically certain that the person who passes the test is Feng Chime.
Feng Ling was so proud that he even said: "There is only a little time left, so don't resist. If you keep going, I might consider becoming friends with you. What do you think?"
At this moment, she was just trying to make a joke, constantly distracting Ye Cheng's attention. One was to delay time, and the other was to win without a fight and make the opponent give up the game.
Ye Cheng, who was standing on the back of the gun, smiled and said, "You are not a stunning beauty. I am not in the mood to be friends with you!"
Feng Ling's face turned cold. No woman likes to be told that she is ugly. Although Ye Cheng's words did not call her ugly, they were not complimentary. He immediately said in a cold voice: "Since you still want to fight,
Let’s see how you beat me!”
Ye Cheng laughed loudly and said: "To beat you? One move is enough!"
Under the puzzled gazes of everyone, the spear at Ye Cheng's feet suddenly started to rotate, and the speed became faster and faster. The martial arts platform that was originally pierced diagonally was drilled through a distance of about a foot.
A place around the foot popped up, and due to the rapid drilling movement, there was a faint red light on the tip of the gun.
Ye Cheng kicked the tail of the spear hard with his feet. The spear, which was more than half a foot long, was like a dragon emerging from the ground, with a sharp sound of breaking through the air, and stabbed at the carefully guarded wind chime.
This attack was almost carried out by Ye Cheng with all his strength. How could it be easy? The rapid speed did not give Feng Ling any chance to dodge. The latter had no choice but to close the handles of the double thorns, which was comparable to that of a spear.
Before he penetrated his body, he protected his chest.
Since the fight, this was Ye Cheng's first time to fight back. Only then did Feng Ling realize his terror. He felt as if his hands had been hit by a heavy object, and there was abnormal pain under the soreness and numbness, as if there was a steel needle constantly stabbing him.
were swimming in her arms.
All the strength was used on both arms, and it was difficult for the swaying lower body to stand. Suddenly, with the force of the spear, it flew backwards, and both hands finally reached their limit. The double thorns were shot away, and the spear drove straight in.
, was about to shoot through her chest, some of the players in the audience also closed their eyes, as if they didn't want to see this bloody scene.
