Jiang Jian was standing in the yard, looking at the door impatiently.
In less than an hour, the ancient martial arts competition started.
But Jiang Rubing hasn't come out yet.
Not only did Jiang Rubing not show up, but Qin Feng also didn't show up until now.
He was extremely anxious. He was not afraid of delaying today's match, but he was just afraid that something would go wrong with his sister's injury and she would not be able to recover.
"What are you in a hurry for?"
Zhang Biao stood aside and frowned:
"Brother Qin, when did something go wrong?"
"If you say you can fight today, you will definitely be able to fight today."
"Isn't there still another hour?"
"Except for the forty minutes on the road, we can still have breakfast."
He picked up the phone and said, "Whatever do you want to eat? I'll order it now."
Jiang Jian was speechless. What time was it and you still wanted to order takeout?
"Click."
The door was pushed open, and Wen Wan appeared elegantly in a uniform and skirt.
"What are you doing standing there?"
Her beautiful eyes were confused: "Why haven't you set off yet?"
She brought people to clean the mansion, but she hadn't gotten to this point yet, and these people hadn't left yet.
Jiang Jian's face froze.
With a "squeak" sound, the door of the villa was pushed open.
Qin Feng appeared in everyone's sight wearing a black robe.
"teacher!"
Jiang Jian's face lit up: "How is my sister? Can she get up?"
He looked behind the door, but Jiang Rubing was nowhere to be seen.
His face suddenly became startled.
"Ru Bing has left."
Qin Feng smiled: "It's getting late, let's go."
Three pieces of Qilin were taken orally in water. Jiang Rubing recovered from her injuries last night and left overnight.
She told Qin Feng not to tell Jiang Jian that she had her own things to do and would go to the competition at dawn.
Qin Feng didn't ask any questions and asked her to be more careful before continuing to practice.
Half an hour later, the convoy arrived at the ancient martial arts field of Nan Province.
The venue is luxurious, covers an area of several thousand square meters, and is in the shape of a semi-ellipsoid upside down on the ground.
Looking from a distance, it looks like water drops falling to the ground, and the shape is satisfying, which coincides with the meaning of martial arts self-cultivation and external fighting.
Security has already been put around the venue, and the organizers have deployed a large number of manpower to not only check that the venue is watertight, but also strictly verify the identity of every entrant.
After passing several checkpoints, Qin Feng entered along the main road.
The venue is under clear skies, and six arenas divide the thousands of square meters of venue.
Each arena is made entirely of marble, is three meters high, and covers an area of hundreds of square meters.
There are iron fences around, and each venue is guarded by several strong men in black with a calm aura, and there is also a white-haired old man to supervise the fairness of the competition.
Six large LED screens broadcast the live conditions of the six arenas in real time.
The surrounding seats were filled with tens of thousands of people. In addition to the various ancient martial arts families participating in the competition, there were people related to ancient martial arts. In addition, there were the rich and powerful people from the upper class who were interested in ancient martial arts.
This is the most grand event in southern martial arts.
Admission.
As Qin Feng looked, each camp in the packed audience stage had a flag, with the names of each ancient martial arts family written on the flag:
"Jinling Yuan Family."
"Nanguang Huo Family."
"Liangjiang Wumen."
"Jinling Wanluo."
"..."
With a quick glance, Qin Feng found the camp with the "Southern Capital Jiang Family" flag.
"They are there, let's go there."
Jiang Jian greeted and led Qin Feng through quickly.
"Mr. Qin."
Seeing Qin Feng appear, everyone in the Jiang family stood up one after another.
They were all treated by Qin Feng before they could sit here intact.
So when they saw Qin Feng, they respected him very much.
"Everyone, please sit down."
Qin Feng nodded and turned his attention to Jiang Rubing in the Group B arena.
The ponytail is tied high and the red ribbon hangs down from the waist.
The tall figure, wrapped in a black military uniform, shows flawless curves.
Her eyes were calm, and she was fighting with a burly two-meter-tall man.
His movements are smooth and fluid, and all his moves are aimed directly at the opponent's vital points.
The strong man he killed was just defensive and had no power to fight back.
There is no look like his body was crippled and unable to move before.
"Come on sister!"
Seeing that his sister was back as good as ever, Jiang Jian shouted excitedly.
The Jiang family looked nervous and stared at the ring intently, obviously worried about Jiang Rubing's injury.
However, Qin Feng just glanced at it and moved away. Now Jiang Rubing, few of the younger generation of the Jinling Martial League can compete with him.
She is just practicing with the opponent now, otherwise the two-meter strong man would have lost long ago.
His eyes fell on the stands not far away.
In the lower camp with the "Wanluo" flag flying, millions of Luomen disciples were sitting.
Among them was Elder Xiu, whom Qin Feng had met just the day before yesterday.
Elder Xiu was sitting on the left side of the front row, with another old man sandwiching a middle-aged man in the middle.
Their attention was not on Group A, but their eyes fell on Group B from time to time, indicating that they were very concerned about Jiang Rubing's situation.
"Qin Feng."
Just when Qin Feng was about to withdraw his gaze, a beautiful figure walked through the crowd.
She has delicate facial features and short hair reaching her shoulders.
Shen Lingwei was wearing a black short skirt and walked up to Qin Feng with her slender legs.
"You are here too."
Qin Feng smiled: "Come to see the excitement?"
Jiangmen has been gaining momentum recently, and it looks like it will emerge as a new force in the Jinling Martial League.
"No."
Shen Lingwei shook her head: "I'm here to stop you."
"Stop me?"
Qin Feng was stunned: "Why stop me?"
"Let Jiang Rubing withdraw from the competition."
Shen Lingwei's eyes were serious: "Otherwise, she will be killed by you in the ring."
"To retire?"
Qin Feng frowned: "Why?"
"What have you done that you don't know about?"
Shen Lingwei raised her eyebrows:
"You crippled Tyrannosaurus and hurt Elder Xiu."
"Wanluomen regards you as a mortal enemy and will kill Jiang Rubing in the ring today."
Her eyes were complicated: "You have superb medical skills, but you don't know how powerful Wanluomen is."
"Today, the three young powerful men from the Blood Hall sent by the Wanluo Sect will take turns fighting Jiang Rubing."
"Everyone is a leader of the younger generation."
"In the end, Song Tianyang is the leader."
"They can make countless mistakes, but Jiang Rubing only needs to make one mistake, and he will be doomed and the arena will be stained with blood."
"I've been waiting for you here all morning just to ask you to persuade Jiang Rubing to withdraw from the competition."
Shen Lingwei glanced at the ring: "After this game is over, you let her announce her voluntary withdrawal."
"Although it's embarrassing, at least I can save my life."
She didn't finish her sentence.
There was a muffled "bang" sound.
A figure flew out from the Group B arena.
The two-meter-tall strong man fell off the field, clutching his chest and vomiting blood.
Jiang Rubing is tall and has a calm gaze.
Won again.
Thirteen consecutive wins.
"The next battle will be between Jiang Rubing and Lone Wolf."
On the big screen No. 2, the battle information is updated.
In the Wanluomen camp, a young man with yellow hair and white clothes stood up, jumped dozens of meters, and landed firmly on the Group B ring.