"That's right, this isn't a competition. It's clearly a street fight, relying only on brute force..."
The disciples of various sects below the ring, as well as the sect masters and sect masters, pointed at Wan Yunting on the ring, and started talking about it. They all thought that what he just did was really inconsistent with the rules of this competition.
"Everyone, please be patient. I'll ask someone to remind him."
Sima Boyong turned to the leaders of the various sects and asked Sima Wentang to go up and said to Wan Yunting: "Wan Yunting, this is a competition, not a street fight. Please be careful, don't do this again.
Won by brute force."
When Wan Yunting on the stage heard this, he was immediately speechless.
"What, you can't afford to lose?"
Chang Wude stood up immediately, turned his head and glanced at the heads of various sects sitting on the other side, and saw that Liu Bing's face turned gloomy.
But Chang Wude pointed at Wan Yunting on the ring and shouted: "Can't we rely on brute force to compete in martial arts?
Shouldn’t it be that when we learn Kung Fu, we just rely on showing off our fists and embroidering our legs, and making our moves more beautiful?”
These words made the leaders and sect masters of various sects look at each other in confusion, not knowing how to respond.
"Senior Brother Chang, this is just a friendly competition. Your disciple has gone too far."
Sima Boyong had no choice but to speak out.
"Excessive?
Where did this go!"
Chang Wude glanced at him with disdain and said: "You actually got on the ring. No matter what moves you use, you can only defeat your opponent, and that's kung fu. So don't give me such useless talk. You have the ability."
Let your disciples use brute strength to defeat my disciples."
"snort."
These words made Head Liu Bing look gloomy and snorted heavily.
"Stop holding me back, fight quickly, don't waste everyone's time."
Chang Wude turned around and shouted to the ring, and then said to Wan Yunting: "Boy, don't be merciful. You can fight however you want, as long as you don't kill him."
These words also made Leader Liu Bing angry. He stood up and shouted to Meng Jingwu on the ring: "Jingwu, don't hold back, fight!"
When Chang Wude heard what he said, he sneered disdainfully, turned around and continued to sit in his seat, with his legs crossed and leisurely. He was not worried at all that Wan Yunting would lose...
"yes."
Meng Jingwu, who was on the ring, responded, then looked directly at Wan Yunting in front of him. He immediately gritted his teeth, no longer holding back, and rushed out. His inner energy was transferred to the long sword, and he stabbed directly at Wan Yunting.
Wan Yunting's eyes narrowed slightly, and a green light flashed. He looked at the powerful energy contained in Meng Jingwu's straight sword. It was so fast that it was like an electric snake flashing past. If it were someone else, it would be impossible to avoid it.
and resist.
But in an instant, Wan Yunting's eyes widened. He also rushed towards Meng Jingwu who was charging towards him with a sword. He saw that the iron sword in his right hand was also blessed by a force of energy. The two sword tips collided, making a clanging sound.
With a sound, two sharp sword energy burst out and hit him like a hurricane, hitting Meng Jingwu's face, causing his vision to blur for a few times...
But in an instant, the iron sword in Wan Yunting's hand cut through the air, and a clear sword sound resounded, like a white lightning, the sword energy was like a rainbow, and it was already slashing forward...
Meng Jingwu, who was suddenly frightened, didn't have time to think too much, and quickly raised the iron sword in his hand to block...
when!
A crisp sound came to the ears of everyone under the ring, and everyone could not help but widen their eyes. As the iron sword in Meng Jingwu's hand was cut off by Wan Yunting's sword, the tip of the sword clanged.
With a sound, he landed on the wooden platform...
For a moment, Meng Jingwu's expression froze, and he stared blankly at the broken sword tip lying on the ground. He seemed to be in disbelief. Unbearable emotions surged into his heart like a tide, and even his breathing became rapid...
Swish
The tip of Wan Yunting's sword was already an inch away from his throat, and the corner of his mouth was raised with a smile: "You lose!"
Immediately, the disciples of various sects and the disciples of Wuliang Taoist Temple under the arena reacted, and there was an uproar.
Even the heads and sect leaders of various sects, Elder Zhang Qing, Master Huikong and Master Yunbai couldn’t help but nod and praise Wan Yunting’s strong inner energy: “This son’s energy is so powerful and domineering that it’s even astonishing.
ah."
"yes."
Head Shi Yizhen nodded, then turned to Sima Boyong and asked: "Brother Boyong, is this disciple of yours practicing the Nine Seal Internal Skills and Heart Methods of your Wuliang Taoist Temple?"
"That's not right."
The leader of Lu Chenzi said: "The Jiuyin Internal Skills and Mental Techniques do not have such overbearing energy. This boy should practice other internal skills!"
"Um…"
Master Huikong, Master Yunbai and Elder Zhang Qing also nodded. They had learned about Wuliang Taoist Temple's Nine Seal Internal Skills and Mental Techniques. Unlike Wan Yunting's powerful and domineering internal energy just now, it should be two types.
Internal exercises.
Even Sima Boyong and Wu Weizi were surprised by the domineering internal strength displayed by Wan Yunting. They turned to Chang Wude and asked: "Senior Brother Chang, the skill he practices should not be from our Wuliang Taoist Temple, right?"
"Who says it's not?"
Chang Wude's eyes widened, he turned to glance at Sima Boyong and Wu Weizi, and said: "He is a disciple of my teaching, why is he not a Kung Fu of our Wuliang Taoist Temple?"
Wuweizi said: "However, those inner skills and mental methods of our Wuliang Taoist Temple focus on cultivating the mind and cultivating one's nature, but there has never been such a domineering inner skill and mental method."
"Haha, I'll tell you later."
Chang Wude laughed evilly, but then betrayed him.
This made Wuweizi and Sima Boyong look at each other, and also aroused the curiosity of other sect leaders...
"I don't accept it, I haven't lost yet!"
As a result, Meng Jingwu came to his senses on the ring and glared at Wan Yunting in front of him. He threw the broken sword in his hand emotionally and roared: "It's the quality of this iron sword. I didn't lose."
"Jingwu, come down here."
Seeing his disciple being embarrassed in public, Head Liu Bing couldn't sit still and stood up and shouted angrily at him.
After all, everyone can see that it was Wan Yunting's internal martial arts that was stronger, so he broke the iron sword in Meng Jingwu's hand. This is no longer a question of the quality of the iron sword, but a question of whose skills are stronger and more advanced.
.
"Master, I..."
"Shut up. If you lose, you lose. There's nothing to say. It's not like our Qingcheng faction can't afford to lose."
Boss Liu's eyes widened as he scolded Meng Jingwu on the stage.
In this way, Meng Jingwu glared at Wan Yunting fiercely. He did not dare to refute his master, so he could only turn around and get off the ring in anger...
Wan Yunting also put away his sword, smiled disapprovingly, and walked directly off the ring. Then he threw the sword to a young disciple aside and returned directly to Chang Wude.
Wei Ping, Zeng Yongchang, Qi Wu and others looked at him with eyes that changed again.
I didn't expect that this guy's kung fu was so unpredictable. Even if he was in the early stage of Dan Jin, he couldn't beat him.
"Infinite Taoist temples, thousands of clouds are victorious."
Sima Wentang walked onto the ring. Although he really didn't want Wan Yunting to win, he still announced it. Then he asked the person who drew No. 9 to continue to compete in the ring...
"Junior Brother Wan is awesome, but we are also curious, which inner skill and mental method of our Infinite Taoist Temple are you practicing?"
Li Zihang came over and asked curiously.
Wei Ping, Zeng Yongchang, Qi Wu and other disciples also looked at him, hoping that he could answer, but Wan Yunting chuckled: "Keep it secret, we will talk about it later."
"whispering sound."
Li Zihang immediately rolled his eyes...
The ninth competition was between Cao Yang, a disciple of the Kongtong Sect, and Liao Qi of the Huashan Sect. Both of them were in the late stages of martial arts, so they were evenly matched on the ring, and there was no difference between you and me...
After twenty minutes of fighting, Cao Yang finally won by a narrow margin.
The person who drew the tenth lottery was the young master Luo Wenguang of the Shaolin School. He was only 24 years old and was already in the middle stage of martial arts. The disciple of the Eagle Claw Sect this time was fighting, but he was only in the early stage of turning strength.
In the ring, after Luo Wenguang and he exchanged dozens of moves, they won the tenth contest without any suspense.
"Next, please come to the stage with the number 11 lottery."
Following Sima Wentang's shout, the last martial arts competition was between the disciples of Dadaomen and Bajimen. In the end, Niu Xuewu, a disciple of Dadaomen, won.
"The first round of competition is over. Now I will announce the name of the winner."
Sima Wentang stepped onto the stage, took the microphone and began to announce: "Pan Yulong from the Qingcheng School! Zhou Ruoxi from the Emei School! Xu Hai from the Shaolin School! Xu Lingwei from the Wuliang Taoist Temple! Guan Feipeng from the Kunlun School! Mu Zhiming from the Huashan School!
Wei Ping from Wuliang Taoist Temple! Wan Yunting from Wuliang Taoist Temple! Cao Yang from Kongtong Sect! Luo Wenguang from Shaolin Sect! Niu Xuewu from Dadao Sect!"
As these names were read out, people from various sects began to talk. Especially the leaders and sect masters of the losing disciples sects shook their heads and sighed. They all said that their disciples were not living up to expectations, and at the same time they praised the rival sects.
sharp…
All in all, even if you lose the competition, you still need to maintain good relations with other sects. After all, this is just a friendly competition, and the main purpose is communication.
"Everyone, it's almost six o'clock in the afternoon. Today's competition is here first. We will continue with the top eleven competition tomorrow."
Sima Wentang looked at the people from various sects in the audience and said with a smile: "Then I would like to invite everyone to move to the dining hall and have dinner first."
"Master Liu, Master Lu, and Master Huikong, let's go to the dining hall."
Sima Boyong and Wuweizi also stood up one after another and called the heads of various sects and sect masters to go to the dining hall. Wuweizi also turned to Chang Wude and said: "Senior Brother Chang, let's go to eat too. I'm looking for you right now."
You talk..."
"Well, let's go."
Chang Wude nodded, stood up and walked with Wuweizi. Wan Yunting, Kang Nolan, Xu Lingwei and Li Zihang followed behind them.
Wuweizi chatted with Chang Wude about old things along the way, and the group came to the dining hall, where they also held a banquet to entertain people from various sects.
It has to be said that Sima Boyong also spent a lot of money, setting up a banquet with big fish and meat, such as mutton pot, sheep hooves, soy sauce beef, Xifeng wine and other good wine and food. Wan Yunting was naturally not polite, and took a
He drank half of the bottle of Xifeng wine, and was immediately glared at by Chang Wude, who scolded him: "Drink less, leave some for me."
When Wan Yunting looked at him, he clearly said that he had other things to do tonight, so don't miss it by drinking.
"Okay, I will honor you with the rest..."
Wan Yunting understood and gave the half bottle of wine to Chang Wude. He could only drink a few bowls of mutton soup to warm himself up...