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Chapter 107 Final

Chapter 107 Finals

Feng Ping did not hear the discussion of everyone in the audience. He was completely shocked now. Among the inner disciples, there was actually someone who could not lose to him in Qinggong.

"Urgent!"

Feng Ping pointed out, and the sky was filled with finger rays. The finger rays split the air, and the sound of hissing continued.

puff……

Ye Chen's figure was suddenly penetrated and scattered, and it turned out to be an afterimage.

"Your Qinggong is nothing more than this." Ye Chen's voice came from behind Feng Ping.

Feng Ping became angry from shame. His body was spinning violently like a whirlwind. Countless finger lights shot out in all directions, and some finger lights penetrated the stone pillars on the edge of the platform.

Ye Chen's eyes were sharp, his body flashed, and he shuttled between countless finger lights. These finger lights were not fired at the same time. They were always forward and backward, fast and slow. With his strong body control ability and speed, Ye Chen

Using the inseparable method of entering and exiting, he used every opportunity to sneak in and suddenly reached five steps in front of Feng Ping.

"How is it possible? You can't hit him like this."

Including Xiao Ye and Zhou Ruo, all the inner disciples in the audience were stunned, their mouths slightly opened.

Anyone with a discerning eye knows that it is impossible to avoid all the finger rays just by relying on speed. After all, the gap between each finger ray is very small and can be ignored. Moreover, these finger rays are not arranged and are disordered.

There is no way to find patterns at all. If you want to pass through it, your eyesight, mental strength, physical strength, speed, reaction and overall view must reach the upper level.

At the elders' table, the great elder said with a smile: "This guy is pretty good. There are not many people who can beat Feng Ping in Qinggong."

The second elder nodded, "Feng Ping's movement skills should not be underestimated, but after all, he is not as sophisticated as his opponent, and his level of proficiency is also far behind."

"Ha, it is our Liuyun Sect's good fortune that three potential disciples appear in succession!" The third elder couldn't help but laugh.

On the stage, Ye Chen punched out, knocking Feng Ping away.

"Ye Chen wins!"

The deacon who drew lots was stunned and shouted loudly.

Ye Chen was not too proud. His body slipped and he instantly landed next to Wu Zongming.

Wu Zongming's blood boiled with excitement just now, and he said excitedly: "That's great, even Senior Brother Feng Ping's Qinggong can't match yours."

"He still can't understand the true meaning of wind, it's just the speed of wind." Wind is invisible and formless. If Feng Ping can understand it, Ye Chen will naturally not be able to match him in Qinggong.

Feng Ping walked off the stage in despair. He lost to others in Qinggong, which was a big blow to him. After all, he was full of confidence before and thought he could easily deal with Ye Chen.

The tenth round of the game is over.

The deacon draws lots and reports the score.

"The seventh group, the first place is Ye Chen, with twenty points; the second place, Feng Ping, has eighteen points, the third place..."

The top three teams in the group stage qualified for the finals, and Feng Ping was not eliminated.

Soon, other groups also ranked the top three.

Wu Zongming lost too many games and lost the qualification for the finals. Zhang Haoran only lost one game and was ranked second. As for Li Yun and Tiefeng, they both advanced by ranking first in their groups.

No matter how exciting the game is, you still need to eat. It's already noon time.

The great elder stood up and announced that the finals would be held in the afternoon.

Liuyun Sect inner disciple dining hall.

"It's really unexpected that three strong men have emerged among the inner disciples this time, one is Li Yun, one is Tiefeng, and one is Ye Chen."

"Li Yun's swordsmanship is so powerful. I still haven't figured out how he defeated Senior Brother Dong Haohua."

"Tiefeng is not bad either. He can defeat Senior Brother Song Fei with just three legs. He is as stable as a mountain."

"What do you guys think, apart from Ye Chen's great Qing Gong?"

"I guess he is very good at Qinggong! But if you want to defeat him, you must be among the top six disciples of the inner sect."

"Well, no matter how powerful your Qing Gong is, if you don't have strong attack power, you won't be able to defeat Senior Brother Li Kuang and others."

"Yes! Except for the three senior brothers Feng Ping, Dong Haohua and Song Fei, the other seven have not revealed their full strength, not even 70% of their strength. It is very difficult to defeat them. You must not be too bad in every aspect."

"Stop talking. Besides, I'm so excited that I can't eat. I really want to see the finals as soon as possible. At that time, the top ten disciples of the inner sect will definitely go all out. It will be the pinnacle showdown of the inner sect disciples!"

In the afternoon.

Martial Arts Square was once again lively, several times more lively than in the morning.

On the central platform, the great elder spoke loudly: "The final is divided into a knockout round and a ranking round. Twenty people will be eliminated in the knockout round, leaving only ten. The ranking round will determine the ranking of the top ten disciples of the inner sect..."

Below, Ye Chen heard clearly that there were ten rounds in the knockout round, which were divided into three platforms. However, each platform did not have fixed personnel. In other words, whoever was drawn would go on, and it could be on any platform.

After ten rounds, the top ten with the highest points will become the top ten disciples of the inner sect.

After becoming one of the top ten disciples of the inner sect, you have to go through a ranking competition. The ranking competition is the most complicated and requires many games, so we won’t mention it for now.

"Now, the finals officially begin." The Great Elder gathered his energy and raised his voice.

boom!

The sound in the audience was soaring, and everyone was supporting their favorite inner disciple.

"The first platform, Seinfeld vs. Jiang Hao!"

"Second platform, Li Yun versus Wu Yuan!"

"The third platform, Meng Chong versus Feng Ping!"

There was no suspense about the competition between the first platform and the second platform, but the third platform was a bit interesting. After all, this was a duel between the top ten disciples of the last inner sect, and it immediately triggered cheers like a mountain roar and a tsunami.

Six people came on stage one after another.

Not surprisingly, Sein Fei and Li Yun easily defeated their opponents and scored two points.

The battle on the third platform has not yet begun.

Feng Ping looked at Meng Chong with great solemnity. As one of the top ten disciples of the inner sect, there were two people he least wanted to meet. One was Li Kuang, the Ghost Sword, and Meng Chong, the Blood Shadow Sword.

Ghost Sword Li Kuang's swordsmanship is unpredictable and hard to guard against. His strength is slightly inferior and there is almost no way to pose a threat to him. Meng Chong is even more terrifying. His advantages are overwhelming and his qualities are top-notch in all aspects. When encountering him,

, there is almost no hope.

But Feng Ping still wanted to get away from Meng Chong. After all, he was also one of the top ten disciples of the inner sect.

Meng Chong grinned and said: "Feng Ping, are you thinking about how to get away from my hand with a knife?"

"Give up this plan! Your strength is too far behind mine."

Step by step towards Feng Ping, Meng Chong placed his right hand on the handle of the knife.

flash!

Feng Ping's scalp felt numb and he quickly moved aside, his body disappearing in an instant.

"There's no escape!"

Almost no one saw how Meng Chong drew the sword, only the blood-red sword flashed away.

The next moment, Feng Ping's figure was revealed, and the clothes on his chest were torn open with a long and narrow knife mark, which extended to his waist.

ha!

After laughing a few times, Meng Chong turned around and walked off the stage.


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