In the audience, Wu Zongming turned his head and said to Ye Chen: "Ye Chen, you have to be careful when you meet Senior Brother Feng, his Qinggong is more than that."
"I know, don't worry." Among the people present, Ye Chen saw it clearly than anyone else, but when it came to Qinggong, he really didn't need to be afraid of the other party.
In the seventh round of the competition, Wu Zongming, Zhang Haoran, and Huang Bingwen all lost. Wu Zongming and Huang Bingwen had limited strength and would naturally lose when encountering strong opponents, while Zhang Haoran encountered Ghost Sword Li, one of the top ten disciples of the inner sect.
mad.
Ghost Sword Li Kuang deserves the title of Ghost Sword. Zhang Haoran was defeated with just one sword strike.
Seriously speaking, the difference in strength between the two is not that big. After all, Zhang Haoran is a genius in the entire Liuyun Sect. He cannot be easily defeated with one move, but he can only blame his bad luck. The ghost sword Li Kuang's sword
Fa is famous for being unpredictable. As long as his strength is slightly inferior, it will be difficult for him to strike with a sword. The sword is like a nightmare, there is no way to block it, as if he is on the edge of the sword.
Zhang Haoran, who lost the game, stared at the ghost sword Li Kuang. He couldn't imagine that he couldn't even block a sword.
Ghost Sword Li Kuang turned around and said calmly as he walked down the stage: "Practice for another year."
"Under the core disciples, Senior Brother Li Kuang is undoubtedly the number one swordsman."
"When I think about it now, I feel that that sword was too terrifying. My eyes couldn't keep up, my perception couldn't keep up, and even my intuition couldn't keep up. It was obviously very fast, but it gave people the illusion of being very slow. If it were me.
, I’m afraid he will go crazy immediately.”
"Senior Brother Li Kuang is very powerful, but look over there." An inner disciple pointed to a set of platforms where two people were starting to fight.
Others were talking a lot.
"It's Brother Dong Haohua, the ninth-ranked 'Double Spear' among the top ten disciples of the inner sect. Who is his opponent? Why have I never seen him before?"
"Me too."
"It seems to have appeared suddenly. Is there such a figure among the inner disciples?"
on a set of platforms.
The stern young man had no expression on his face, put his right hand on the hilt of his sword, pulled it out, and struck.
Chi!
Six rays of sword light floated past, covering Dong Haohua's entire body.
Dong Haohua smiled confidently and swung his two five-foot-long spears left and right. The diffuse shadows of the spears easily shattered the sword light and blasted towards the opponent.
Suddenly.
Dong Haohua was stunned on the spot and looked down. The clothes on his chest split open at some point, and a faint blood seeped out.
"I lost! What's your name?" Dong Haohua knew that if the other party hadn't been merciful, this sword could kill him, but he didn't understand how he could still be hit after he had clearly shattered the six sword shadows.
It's really a hell.
"Li Yun!"
After saying these two words, the stern young man walked off the stage.
"It's unbelievable to defeat the ninth-ranked Senior Brother Dong Haohua with one sword! When did such a terrifying figure appear among the inner disciples?"
"Even Senior Brother Dong was defeated with one sword. This Li Yun can probably compete with Senior Brother Li Kuang. I don't know whose sword skills are better."
Not far away, Ghost Sword Li Kuang narrowed his eyes and stared at Li Yun's back.
The competition has progressed to this point, and finally one of the top ten disciples of the inner sect has been defeated. Many people who are not strong enough have no hope for themselves, but they hope to see the second or third one.
One wave comes after another.
On the eight groups of platforms, another person defeated Sein Fei, the "Iron Leg" who ranked tenth among the top ten disciples of the Inner Sect.
Although Seinfeld with Iron Legs is only ranked tenth, that's because his fighting style is too tough. If he fights head-on, he can move up the rankings.
His opponent, who also majored in kicking, only used three kicks. The first kick scattered Song Fei's leg shadow, the second kick shattered the opponent's body-protecting Qi, and the third kick lightly touched the opponent's body.
There was a footprint on his chest, as if it was light and natural.
If this alone would not create a sensation, the inner disciple who defeated Song Fei is called Tiefeng. He is nineteen years old this year and is among the oldest group of Liuyun Sect inner disciples. He is recognized as diligent and mediocre in talent.
, but watching him fight this time, it gave people the demeanor of a master. His whole person had changed from the inside out, like a moth transforming into a butterfly, turning everything upside down.
"This boy is a late bloomer!"
At the elders' table, some elders expressed emotion.
Several elders next to him nodded repeatedly, "Diligence can make up for weakness, and if you are diligent to the extreme, you can understand things that many people cannot understand. This child can be trained intensively."
"Oh, it's not that I haven't seen late blooming disciples before, but this time it's more shocking than ever before. It's like being reborn."
Wu Zongming asked Ye Chen, "Ye Chen, what do you see? Why do I think those three legs are ordinary, but the strange thing is that Senior Brother Song Fei can't stop them."
Ye Chen slowly exhaled, "That's momentum!"
"Position?" Wu Zongming was puzzled.
Ye Chen explained: "The so-called momentum is very mysterious and cannot be expressed in words. To understand it simply, it means that he has realized the general trend of the world and has initially integrated this momentum into his kicking skills. So at first glance, it seems ordinary.
But it is unstoppable. After all, human power is too small before the general trend of heaven and earth."
Wu Zongming seemed to understand but not quite.
In the later stages of the game, those with higher points will have higher points, and those with lower points will have lower points.
So far, Ye Chen's points are 18 points, tied for first place with Feng Zhongfei Feng Ping.
Finally, the game reached the last round, the tenth round.
"The first game, No. 0 vs. No. 28!"
After the deacon who drew the lots finished speaking, the inner disciples on Ye Chen's side became excited. In the previous nine rounds, they had already seen that Ye Chen was very powerful. After all, among the ten groups, very few people could win nine games in a row, except for the eight seed players.
Apart from that, there were only a few others. Originally, if Ye Chen had not met Feng Ping, he might have been able to win ten games in a row and enter the finals tied for first place with Feng Ping, but now I'm afraid that's impossible.
With everyone's disapproval, Ye Chen walked onto the stage.
On the opposite side, Feng Ping said casually: "You are pretty good."
"You're okay too."
What Ye Chen said made others stunned. Senior Brother Feng Ping's strength was only good. Are you kidding me? People can't be so arrogant!
"Oh, it's not good to be too arrogant. Let me test your bottom line!" Feng Ping recognized Ye Chen's strength, but did not think that the other party could beat him. In a flash, he had lost track of him, as if
Melted into the wind.
Ye Chen remained calm and swung his fist to the left. The force of his fist and the force of his fingers touched together, making a terrifying crackling sound.
But then, Feng Ping's attack became even more fierce. A series of finger lights shrouded Ye Chen from all directions, hissing, but he himself still did not show up.
"When it comes to Qinggong, I've never been afraid of anyone!" As he spoke, Ye Chen's figure also disappeared, and the rays of his fingers turned the table into a hornet's nest.
Bang, bang, chi!
On the table, only the shadows of fists and finger lights could be seen clashing. Because their figures were too fast and too weird, only traces of shadows could be seen.
"It's so weird. Let's look at it no matter what. We didn't expect that Ye Chen is so powerful. His strength is clearly hidden in front of him." Someone couldn't help but say.
"Senior Brother Feng Ping must not be serious about it!"