Zhao Yuqiang was still thinking about how to knock Luo Feng out of the ring, he was not prepared to defend at all, and he didn't expect Luo Feng to suddenly attack him, and when he found out, the tip of the stick was only a few inches away from his chest.

His face turned pale with fright, and he moved his body violently to the side, intending to dodge Luo Feng's sharp blow, which was also Luo Feng's first blow after getting into the ring.

He flashed Luo Feng's stab in the chest, but Luo Feng knew what he would do, and the tip of the stick was lightly picked up, and it was under his armpit.

He felt like an electric shock all over his body, starting from the armpits, his whole body was numb, and the nunchucks in his hands also fell to the ring, and the whole person fell to the ring like wood.

Luo Feng stepped on his chest, pointed the stick in his hand at his forehead, and said: "I told you to confess honestly a long time ago, but you chose to resist, confess leniently, resist strictly, this time you don't want to run." ”

With a clanging sound, Elder Lu, who was in charge of the referee, made a judgment with a gloomy face: "Zhao Yuqiang failed, Luo Feng won." ”

Elder Lu glared at Zhao Yuqiang fiercely again: "You kid is too anxious, if you can do both offense and defense, you won't be easily defeated by him." ”

Zhao Yuqiang hung his head in shame and obediently left the ring.

The disciples of Taiyi's disciples lost the first battle, and Yue Zhuoqun's face immediately pulled, and he could squeeze out the water gloomily, and his eyes flickered.

Elder Lu comforted: "Sect Master, don't worry, even if we lose the first battle, there are still three disciples on the field, and our chances of winning are one percent more than those of other sects." ”

Yue Zhuoqun's face looked good: "Then let the second group of players play." ”

The second group of two ancient warriors, Xuanqing Daoist of Shangqing Gate and Liu Zhi of Taiyi Gate, boarded the No. 2 ring together, and their game was more intense and exciting than the first one.

The two of them have one thing in common, they are good at using hidden weapons.

Xuanqing Daoist is holding a long sword, but he likes to use arrows in his sleeves, sharp and sharp arrows in his sleeves, which suddenly shoot out of his sleeves, which is unguardable.

Liu Zhi uses a three-leaf dart, just like if three willow-leaf flying knives are welded together, the dart body is small, the edge is sharp, and after throwing it out, it will rotate in a roundabout way.

Not only can you attack the front of the enemy, but you can also attack the side in a roundabout way, and in the back, a three-leaf dart is shot, only to feel that in all directions, there are all shadows of three-leaf darts, making it impossible to judge the attack route.

The second group of battles is a battle of hidden weapons, and whoever uses a powerful hidden weapon, accurate eyesight, and ingenious techniques will win this game.

In more than ten minutes, Liu Zhi of Taiyi Gate played a three-leaf dart, at least more than twenty, and each three-leaf dart was dyed in a different color.

For a while, it was like being surrounded by colorful butterflies in the ring, which was dazzling.

Daoist Xuanqing didn't feel that those colorful three-leaf darts looked like butterflies, he felt that they were more like the ropes of death, and they were about to be put on his head.

He struggled to resist, and the long sword danced into a halo, knocking out the three-leaf dart that was shot, but he was so dense that he was hit in the shoulder by a three-leaf dart, and he couldn't use the arrow in his sleeve.

Not being able to cast an arrow in the sleeve is like a tiger that has been pulled out of its claws, and suddenly loses its combat effectiveness and loses the game.

Seeing that his disciples had won, Yue Zhuoqun began to dance again, but as soon as he saw Ye Feng, he was like a deflated ball, and he quickly restrained his smile, afraid that Ye Feng would scold him again.

The third and fourth groups are the duel between Fang Cun Mountain and Taiyi Gate, and two disciples of Fang Cun Mountain and two disciples of Taiyi Gate meet together.

Yue Zhuoqun looked very nervous, while Mr. Mo Da was still expressionless and calm, the result of the game was acceptable to both sides, and they each won the game.

In the third game, Fang Cunshan's Ge Ming won, and in the fourth game, Zhou Taiyin of Taiyimen won.

Yue Zhuoqun smiled and said to Mr. Mo Da: "It seems that our two factions are evenly divided." ”

It was said that it was evenly divided, but Yue Zhuoqun was very proud, because there were still two disciples in Taiyimen on the field, and there was only one person left in Fangcunshan, relatively speaking, Taiyimen had the upper hand.

Chongxu Daoist looked depressed, after Xuanqing Daoist lost the game, they missed the championship of the Xuanqing group, he could only hope for the prefecture-level group competition.

Finally, it was the final battle of the second round, and the fifth game was played by the martial arts monk of Xuankong Temple against Jiang Yixue.

Wu Xin walked to the ring with the demon pestle, and he simply took off his shirt, revealing the stone-like muscles of his upper body and thick black chest hair.

He was tall and burly, and he stood there like a towering black tower.

And Jiang Yixue is small and exquisite, with a petite appearance, standing face-to-face with the martial monk, like a close-up of Beauty and the Beast.

Wu Xin sneered: "Amitabha, the monks are merciful, little sister, you might as well admit defeat, otherwise you will fight, and you will have no eyes for your fists and feet, and I am afraid of hurting you." ”

Jiang Yixue's big eyes looked at Monk Wuxin, feeling that compared to him, he was weak in body proportion, but after the first round of competition, Jiang Yixue's self-confidence was extremely inflated.

He has a flying sword, a swordsmanship that Ye Feng has worked hard to teach, and a powerful natal Gu.

A trace of cold sweat oozed from Ye Feng's forehead on the rostrum in the distance, he felt Wu Xin's strong killing intent towards Jiang Yixue, and only then did he understand that Monk Wu Xin was Mingxin's senior brother, and Yue Zhuoqun was grouped like this in order to facilitate Monk Wu Xin's revenge.

When he was first grouped, he only considered the comparison of the strength of the two sides, no matter how powerful Wu Xin's demon pestle was, it couldn't be stronger than his flying sword, but he didn't expect that Wu Xin would regard Jiang Yixue as an enemy, and this hatred brought Jiang Yixue a greater danger.

He almost knocked down the martial arts monk with his mind right now, so that Jiang Yixue didn't have to compete in martial arts, but excessive protection was also a kind of injury, so he had to wait and see, ready to shoot in time to protect Jiang Yixue.

Ye Feng's voice came from Jiang Yixue's mind: "Don't worry, baby, I will protect you, don't look at that monk is strong, holding a demon pestle is so scary, our little flying sword will cut his weapon like cutting tofu." ”

Jiang Yixue threw a grateful glance at Ye Feng.

Seeing Jiang Yixue looking around and ignoring herself, Monk Wuxin was even more angry, thinking that Jiang Yixue looked down on her.

He snorted coldly: "Girl, I'm talking to you, what are you looking at?"

Jiang Yixue showed a row of bright bright teeth and said with a smile: "Great monk, why don't you retire, I'm afraid that I will accidentally hurt you." ”

Monk Wuxin laughed angrily, and the laughter was like thunder, which shook Jiang Yixue's eardrums.

"Little girl, you are so arrogant, I originally wanted to spare your life, but now I can't blame me. ”

This great monk is really fierce, Jiang Yixue corrected with a smile: "You are wrong, I am not arrogant, I am confident." ”

"Excessive confidence is arrogance, and I will let you know if you are confident or arrogant. ”

(End of chapter)