The next day, the decennial martial arts conference officially began.

At this moment, the sky has just been polished, and Xue Zichen and the others are already sitting in the contestants' rest area with many people.

Since Su Qing was not a martial arts practitioner, she did not participate and could only sit in the audience.

This year's martial arts conference, like the previous ones, was held in the Great Light Palace. The Great Guangming Palace is the largest faction in Zhongzhou, with countless masters, and it has also been a genius who has walked out of countless places to become the supreme.

The current palace master of the Great Bright Palace is named Feng Wuyin, the peak of the middle-level emperor realm, and he is only one step away from the high-level emperor realm.

Seeing that the time was almost now, Feng Wuyin first said a few polite words as usual, and then said the purpose of the martial arts conference again, and then waved his hand to indicate that the martial arts conference had officially begun.

In the huge open space, there are fifty hexagonal fighting platforms, and the surrounding high platforms are full of spectators. There are a full hundred stone steps due east, on which sit some big figures of the gate faction, and Feng Wuyin is sitting in the middle.

After the referee read out the rules of the competition, the contestants began to draw the stacked cards, and decided the order of appearance with head to tail, small to large. Due to the large number of participants, the competition is divided into several days.

Xue Zichen was looking at the number plate of the three sixes in his hand, and he couldn't help but smile slightly, this number is quite auspicious.

Qiu Shaowen was squatting on the ground and was tying his shoes, when suddenly one foot suddenly stepped on his boots.

For this martial arts conference, Qiu Shaowen deliberately asked someone to spend half a month customizing this pair of black high-top boots, looking at the original black and shiny boots stained with dust, Qiu Shaowen couldn't help but be a little angry.

He got up and looked at the backs of the people who were far away, and his voice was cold, "You want to leave after stepping on my shoes?"

The man paused, turned around, glanced at Qiu Shaowen casually, and then walked straight over, made a gesture of listening, and asked in a flirtatious tone, "What did you say? I didn't hear clearly, hmm—please say it again." ”

Chu Tianze walked over at this time, first glanced at the young man who was talking, and then said, "Qiu Shao, don't make trouble here, otherwise you will make others laugh." ”

Qiu Shaowen smiled at Chu Tianze, indicating that he understood, and then when he looked at the young man, his face immediately sank again, "Hmph! Don't let me meet you on stage." ”

The young man smiled contemptuously and watched Qiu Shaowen leave.

Qiu Shaowen came to Chu Tianze and Xue Zichen's side and spat on it, obviously still haunting what happened just now.

Chu Tianze patted him on the shoulder, "Looking at what he is wearing, he looks like a person from Yandu." Don't make a fuss now, and when the conference is over, if that person is still like today, it's not too late to pay attention to it. ”

Qiu Shaowen nodded and sat down as well, but his expression was still a little depressed.

Xue Zichen began to doze off with his eyes closed, after all, it was still very early for his turn, after all, his number was in the upper middle position.

And Chu Tianze and the three of them are different, because the numbers are randomly drawn, so Han Mingxiu No. 1198, Qiu Shaowen No. 55, Chu Tianze No. 244, in short, it will definitely be the turn within two hours.

The first round ended after just over half an hour and the second round began.

Qiu Shaowen jumped into the fifth ring in a flash, and he was competing with a young man wearing a black robe and a black mask, with a flowing word on the chest of his clothes.

Qiu Shaowen knew that this was the symbol of the first Ten Thousand Weapons Sect in Bailian Mountain, his eyes narrowed, and he put away his cynical appearance on weekdays, he still knew how to respect his opponent, not to mention that this opponent was not weak.

"Wanqi Sect Liu Chengfeng, please advise. ”

"Fanyu Qiu Shaowen, please. ”

After the two of them reported to their homes, the referee gave an order and the competition began.

Qiu Shaowen's right leg moved back half a step, and his mind moved, and the Meteor Spear had already appeared in his hand.

Meteorite Gun, artifact. Forged by extraterrestrial meteorite iron after six months of sleepless work, the whole body is silvery, the light of the stars, and the gun is like electricity.

The young man in black held a pair of flying rings of demigod weapons in his hand and rushed towards Qiu Shaowen. During this period, I saw a flying ring flying towards Qiu Shaowen's front door and flew towards him, smashing his front door.

Qiu Shaowen's eyes were sharp, the head of the gun was thrown by his backhand, inserted into the ground, Qiu Shaowen held the other end of the gun handle, and directly took advantage of it to take off in the air, taking the opportunity to dodge the flying ring that came at great speed, the flying ring flew by the handle of the gun, rubbing a spark, and then bounced on the wall, making a loud bang, and then a burst of dust and smoke floated.

As soon as Qiu Shaowen landed, the flying ring rushed from behind him again. Qiu Shaowen kicked the head of the gun buried deep in the ground unhurriedly, and with a movement of his hands, one gun and one ring kept colliding. The man in black stood not far away, constantly changing his gestures to control the flying ring, and another flying ring flew out of his hand.

Seeing that the flying ring couldn't help Qiu Shaowen, the young man in black made a move with both hands, and the flying ring flew back and steadily put it into his left and right arms.

Then I saw two large iron rings flashing, and more than a dozen small iron rings in the shape of bracelets appeared on each arm.

"Hmm?Ten Thousand Weapons Sect's Iron Fist?" Chu Tianze said in some surprise.

I can't help but look like this, although this Ten Thousand Weapons Sect is famous for refining weapons, it is also good at fists and feet, weapons and kung fu, the so-called tools are different, and what they learn is also different. Chu Tianze had faintly felt that this person was by no means simple when the young man in black showed the flying ring, but now he didn't expect him to know how to punch with iron wire.

Iron fist, whether in fiction or in reality, is a kind of boxing method that wins with pure strength, and there are very few skills. Practiced to the extreme, he can even smash thousands of high walls without much effort.

Qiu Shang Shaowen naturally knew these things, and he was a little stressed when he saw the young man in black in front of him change his previous mediocrity and exude a violent momentum.

Qiu Shaowen's eyes moved, and he rushed forward directly, and at the same time, the head of the gun swept towards Liu Chengfeng's legs, so as to attack Liu Chengfeng's lower three roads.

Unexpectedly, Liu Chengfeng's right leg moved back, and he instantly clamped the handle of the meteorite spear head with his two feet.

Qiu Shaowen frowned, feeling that he still underestimated Liu Chengfeng.

As soon as Liu Chengfeng's legs took advantage of the situation, Qiu Shaowen reversed horizontally and rose into the air. Liu Chengfeng took advantage of the momentum of jumping, and with a wave of his fist, he smashed it towards Qiu Shaowen's chest.

Qiu Shaowen saw the situation and raised his gun to block horizontally, and with a loud bang, the two of them retreated separately, and landed a few steps back.

Qiu Shaowen only felt that the tiger's mouth was numb, and when he looked down, a little blood was oozing from his thumb and index finger. Sure enough, he still can't resist the iron fist, if it weren't for the meteor gun blocking most of the strength for himself, wouldn't he be dead if he was punched in the chest like this?

Thinking like this, Qiu Shaowen took a deep breath, and a white light suddenly lit up around the Meteorite Spear, and his momentum began to gradually rise.

There was silence in the stands, although the competition just now was very exciting, but everyone knew that this last moment was coming, everyone watched with bated breath at the No. 5 competition platform, while the other forty-nine were not interested, which also made the other competitors quite depressed.

Qiu Shaowen's clothes were blown by the strong wind, and I saw him holding the meteor spear in his hand, and after running forward for seven or eight steps, he jumped high and stabbed towards Liu Chengfeng.

Liu Chengfeng squinted his eyes, he felt that he was alone in the starry sky, and meteorites kept falling in front of him, making loud noises that shook his eardrums.

"Seven-step meteor thorn?"

Xue Zichen shook his head, then smiled slightly, "It seems that he is going to move seriously." ”

Seven-step meteor thorn, the first of Qiu Shaowen's seven spears of the meteorite, is a combination of ingenuity and strength, and everything is destroyed with one shot.

Liu Chengfeng shook his arms, and those iron rings instantly squeezed together, making a crisp sound. After accumulating power in an instant, it is a sudden punch,

Everyone saw a giant in the air stabbing forward with a silver spear in his hand, and a huge fist appeared on the opposite side, and the two collided with each other.

Rumble!

The huge wave of air and dust exploded from the competition platform in an instant, and everyone subconsciously covered their faces with their hands, even so, the audience in the first few rows were choked and coughed.

When he opened his eyes, he saw Qiu Shaowen standing with a gun on the platform, while Liu Chengfeng was half-kneeling on the ground with blood at the corner of his mouth.

Qiu Shaowen walked over and helped Liu Chengfeng up, and then arched his hand and said, "Accept." ”

Liu Chengfeng also returned the salute and walked down without saying a word, watching him walk hard, as if he was not lightly injured.

And in the stands, Su Qing was happy, don't look at this product on weekdays, it's still very powerful, otherwise how can he call Xue Zichen a brother?

If Qiu Shaowen knew that Su Qing thought so, he would definitely die of depression!