Chapter 31: The Youth Who Makes People Look Back (Part 2)
Chapter 31: A young man who makes people look back (Part 2)
As soon as Yan Mingbo said these words, everyone in Qingyun Palace nodded.
"Even colluding with other people to participate in the competition, this method sounds a bit stupid, but it is not a bad idea!" Xing Haifu muttered.
The old man was once a businessman who traveled around the world, so he naturally understands the thinking of businessmen. As long as the goal can be achieved, the means are not important.
"However, this method... can only advance to this round. When it comes to the next round, it will be difficult to advance with his strength!" Yan Mingbo said still calmly.
Just as everyone was talking, the situation in the arena took a turn for the worse. Zhong Rui gradually became crazy with his attacks, and every move and attack became chaotic. Although the power of the swordsmanship was still rising steadily, Linghe Sanyang's inner strength was really
The energy spreads all around, like a superimposed wave, constantly impacting the opponent's defense line.
Qin Sihai frowned slightly, but still resisted with one palm. The thick palm was like a wall and a dark rock behind it. Despite the opponent's attack like the waves, it was still difficult to capture.
"This Zhong Rui is a little impatient. If he keeps fighting like this, it won't take long. After half a cup of tea, when his internal energy is exhausted, the result will come." Ou Yezi said with squinted eyes.
The purpose of this competition to recruit a bride was to deal with Zhong Rui and marry Zhong Lingxi. It was so satisfying to see her opponent defeated in the ring.
Just as everyone was waiting for the result of the battle, the battle situation in the ring changed again. Zhong Rui's eyes were red, and traces of Inner Yang True Flame spurted out from the Qi Hai acupuncture point in his chest, and his whole body was covered.
Seeing this scene, Ouyang Changfeng frowned, and the referee standing beside the ring also looked at the young man on the stage with some caution.
Because they discovered that Zhong Rui had shown signs of becoming obsessed.
Qin Sihai's eyes condensed, and he dodged and ran straight towards the opponent. This time, he did not use a single palm, but both palms. He kept blocking Zhong Rui's sword with one hand, while the other hand was already against it.
his chest.
"Condensate your inner energy, consolidate the spiritual platform without losing it! Hold the Yuan back to unity, and keep the soul immortal!" The scholar surnamed Qin immediately sent a message.
However, Zhong Rui did not do as he said. Instead, he abandoned his sword and grabbed the opponent's arm with his backhand. A voice from the soul sounded from Qin Sihai's mind: I've caught you!
Immediately afterwards, a dazzling light lit up from the center of the arena, to be precise, from the sea of qi on Zhong Rui's chest. In just an instant, it was directly printed on Qin Sihai's palm that was pressed against the opponent's chest.
Boom boom!
The two figures separated again, but they were blown away by the huge inner Yang Zhenyan! Zhong Rui's figure was basically unconscious in the air, and he landed in a very awkward posture, hitting the ground with his face. However, he slid on the ring
More than ten feet long, a deep groove was cut out of the bluestone slab, but it was still above the arena.
The other figure was naturally the young scholar who had just tried to save Zhong Rui. He was not in a very embarrassed state, but the sleeves on one of his arms had all turned into ashes. And although Qin Sihai landed gracefully, he
Standing outside the ring.
There was a sudden silence in the venue, and the people who originally supported Zhong Rui's victory were even more excited and opened their mouths! In fact, they were a little nervous when they saw the two fighting against each other from the beginning. After all, this person is indeed very strong.
"Ah! It's off the court! Referee, look! It's off the court!"
"That's right! Oh my god, this is all possible! Shopkeeper Zhong is awesome!"
…
The audience in the audience suddenly exploded after a few breaths. Some people supported Zhong Rui, and naturally some did not. After all, the attack just now seemed a bit tricky.
Seeing this, the old referee could only stand up to Qin Sihai and asked calmly: "Can you still fight? Although you fell out of bounds, as long as you still have the strength to fight again, you will still have a chance to win.
."
The old man saw it clearly and naturally understood the truth, so he spoke frankly.
The young scholar looked at the injured right arm and saw that there was no rag on it. He poured his inner energy into the muscles and veins of his right arm and found that there were many damages.
Seeing the old referee asking such questions, he habitually put one hand behind his back. At this time, he unexpectedly discovered that the hand he always put behind his back was the one that had just been injured by Nei Yang Zhenyan.
Right arm.
He did not answer the referee's answer, but looked up at the stage where Zhong Rui was lying on the ground panting.
Then Qin Sihai grinned and said calmly: "No need, he won this game!"
After that, he turned around and left the arena.
The old man was stunned for a moment, then shook his head with a wry smile, turned around and stepped onto the ring, and solemnly announced: "The winner of this match is Zhong Rui! Since Zhong Rui has won five consecutive victories, he still succeeded in defending the ring!"
With that said, he didn't ask Zhong Rui if he wanted to continue the martial arts competition, and directly had him lifted off the ring.
…
A group of craftsmen roughly renovated the site, using bluestone slabs prepared in advance to pave the roads that had been shattered by the battle.
At this time, the steward who was responsible for organizing the competition in the ring came over to find Yi Xifeng and said calmly: "Young man, you will be in the next one!"
Yi Xifeng nodded slightly, and then asked in a low voice: "Then who is my opponent?"
The steward said casually: "Number 5's opponent is, of course, Number 6!" As he said that, he pointed to a wave of people on the east side, but as soon as he stretched out his hand, he stopped.
"Why should I tell you?" the steward asked, puffing his beard and staring.
The young man touched his nose and said calmly: "It's okay, it's okay, I'll just ask."
After about a cup of tea, the arena returned to its original appearance.
It was also the first time for Yi Xifeng to step onto the stage of a martial arts competition to recruit a bride. It was not until he stood here that he realized that this arena was different from previous competition stages.
A normal martial arts competition arena is far less big than this one. Furthermore, on the bluestone in the center of this arena, there is a huge word "kin". For other martial arts competitions, most of them have the word "武" or "War" written here.
At this moment, Yi Xifeng's opponent was a disciple of the Qingyun Sect.
"Senior Brother Zhao, come on!"
"It's Senior Brother Zhao! He finally confessed to Senior Sister Lingxi? Oh my God! It's so romantic!"
"It turns out to be Senior Brother Zhao from Qingyuan Peak. This time it's interesting."
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More than 40% of the people in the audience are from the Qingyun Sect, and this Senior Brother Zhao is obviously a celebrity, so many people know him.
"Hey! I'm sorry! Actually, I joined the war to fight Zhong Rui!" The speaker was a big man nearly two meters tall. He had a strong body, but he was not big and round, but solid and tight.
.
Hearing this, Yi Xifeng laughed first and said calmly: "It doesn't matter, I do the same!"
Yi Xifeng smiled casually, giving a hint of cleanliness and gentleness to his originally handsome, cold and arrogant face. A burst of exclamations from the female disciples suddenly came from the audience watching the battle.
The three women on the second floor of Qingyun Palace were stunned for a moment when they saw this appearance.
Li Xintian stared at the other person's profile without blinking, obviously feeling that this appearance looked familiar.