In the venue, the game continues at the moment. Because Yang Qiu's unexpected competition methods made more and more monks look at each other differently, soon, Yang Qiu's popularity accumulated unconsciously, but many people still held a consistent hostile attitude towards Yang Qiu.

Even after seeing Yang Qiu win again and again, his estimated strength for Yang Qiu has become higher and higher unconsciously, and no one thinks that Yang Qiu can go too far. For today's martial arts competition where the big families of the empire gather, no one thinks that a waste like Yang Qiu who has no magic weapons, no magical powers, and three has been famous for a long time can go far.

Especially those disciples of the big family who had despised Yang Qiu from the beginning, although the possibility of fighting Yang Qiu was becoming more and more likely, no one was afraid of running into Yang Qiu, on the contrary, everyone was eager to try it, eager to bump into Yang Qiu immediately.

These people were all extremely confident, thinking that it was impossible for a cultivator like Yang Qiu, who had long been famous, to win against him. Now, Yang Qiu can advance all the way and defeat one opponent after another, all because Yang Qiu has not met a real master, like that kind of opponent whose strength is not even in the middle of the foundation building period, naturally anyone can easily win it.

"Now I declare the next opponent. Song Wen, the young master of the Song family, faced Yuan Ruofei, the young master of the Yuan family. Both players are invited to enter, and the match starts when both players enter the ring. ”

At this time, suddenly the referee's voice came, Yang Qiu turned his head to look at his opponent, it was one of the people who made fun of him before and sneered at him the most, nodded silently, and a strong sense of disgust suddenly surged in his heart. Walking into the ring with a length and width of a thousand meters, he bowed his hand slightly to the opponent in the distance, and directly flashed his sword and pointed it at the opponent.

"This kid is so anxious to find guilt? It's really a waste! Although he can win so far, he ran into Song Gongzi and is dead!"

"That's right. Although Song Gongzi's cultivation is only in the middle of the foundation building period, it is only one step away from the late stage of the foundation building period, not to mention that Song Gongzi has a magic weapon that the monks in the foundation building period can't resist, and his black gold spear is said to have been refined by his old father in the Yudan period. Yuan Ruofei, this kid is finished!"

Hearing the familiar discussions in his ears sounding one after another, Yang Qiu smiled coldly, not paying attention to it at all, just paying attention to Song Wen, who had not yet entered the venue. Seeing a hint of arrogance on Song Wen's face, his body moved, and he suddenly entered the venue in a flashy posture, Yang Qiu immediately attacked Song Wen with a sword like lightning, not intending to give the other party any chance to make a move.

The Yuan family's fast swordsmanship focuses on a fast word, and the essence of fast is that the other party has no time to make a move, too late to take out a magic weapon, too late to use magical powers, and even too late to dodge.

"I don't look at who I am, and I dare to attack with such a move. I'm really looking for death!

At this time, Song Wen's sneer suddenly came from front of him, and Yang Qiu looked at it intently.

I saw that Song Wen was less than ten meters away from him in an instant, and the other party saw that he was making moves so fast, but he didn't dodge anything, he was too conceited, Yang Qiu smiled coldly, a cold light appeared in his eyes, and the speed under his feet suddenly doubled, "Poof!", and cut off one of the opponent's arms that were pinching the trick.

"How could it be!!I don't believe !!"

Then, Yang Qiu turned around and found that a long spear as black as ink was urged by Song Wen, like a poisonous snake spitting out a letter, and it shot quickly towards his back heart.

Yang Qiu's eyes glanced at it, only to see Song Wen's body staggering, bleeding from the injury he had just made, and at the same time his body shook for a while, the spear flying in mid-air paused for a moment, becoming unstable in the offensive, and there were flaws to be found, and the long sword in his hand suddenly turned around and stabbed at the spear, "Boom!", passed by the spear, and pierced Song Fei's palm with the tip of the sword.

"Ah...... My hand ......"

A moment later, Yang Qiu pulled out his long sword with a "poof", and hurriedly made two moves as fast as lightning, cutting off Seinfeld's kneecap.

Then, I saw Seinfeld screaming and falling to the ground from mid-air, the magic weapon Wujin Gun was still there, but he couldn't stand up anymore like a real waste, he didn't have the ability to make another move, he just covered the wound on his knee and trembled, Yang Qiu looked away, put away his sword, and confirmed the outcome of the game to the referee.

"Yuan Ruofei wins!"

As soon as these words came out, seeing Yang Qiu leave the venue without looking back, and walked out of the crowd directly towards the next competition venue, all the monks who had originally despised Yang Qiu lost any sound for a moment, as if they were frightened, and they didn't dare to speak out one by one.

At this time, looking at Yang Qiu again, although there was only the back of Yang Qiu silently leaving as far as the eye could see, many people suddenly felt a chill in their backs, as if the person who had lost the battle with Yang Qiu just now was not Song Wen, the son of the Song family, but himself.

It is also the most inconspicuous swordsmanship, and it is also not a magical skill, and it is also Yang Qiu who has never flown since the beginning and end of the competition, but the shock brought to these people this time is huge.

Because, at this time, these people gradually felt that Yang Qiu was not simple, and even the son of the Song family could be defeated within one or two moves, and a consensus instantly surged in people's hearts.

Is Yang Qiu really uncultivated, is he really a waste, or is there something wrong with the rumors?

"Impossible! This is absolutely impossible!!It must be that guy Song Wen is too careless, otherwise, how could he let Yuan Ruofei's waste succeed!"

"That's right. Before the power of the Ugin spear could be exerted, Song Wen was defeated. If I had dealt with this kid, I would have beaten him so much that my parents didn't even know him!Hmph!"

However, as time gradually passed, after the match continued for a few more rounds, Yang Qiu's stunning expression gradually faded from people's sight, and when everyone was talking about Yang Qiu, they quickly regained their composure and found the reason for Song Wen's defeat.

So, not long after, when these children of the big family looked at Yang Qiu's problem, they invariably restored their previous judgments.

"What!?it can't be! I ...... Although I have only just stepped into the late stage of the foundation building period, my cultivation has not yet stabilized in the late stage of the foundation building period. However, how could I lose to Yuan Ruofei's waste! impossible! Ah......hh

However, when these people saw that Yang Qiu had easily defeated another of them with a sword in the same way, their confidence suddenly wavered, and many of them began to become unconfident. Worried that his judgment was wrong, this Yang Qiu may not be as wasteful as the rumors, but has been hiding his strength.

"What kind of bullshit strength is hidden! If this kid hides his strength, how can he win Zhang Gongzi so easily! Yuan Ruofei is rumored to have strength only at the beginning of the foundation building period. Even if he is a genius, he can't jump two realms in a row at once, right? I understand, Yuan Ruofei, this kid has a magic weapon, and that inconspicuous sword must be a magic weapon!"

Then, when one person proudly said his judgment, there were immediately three or three people and so on, recalling in detail that Yang Qiu was able to defeat the two princes, and finally, these people finally came to a conclusion that they could accept.

Yang Qiu's simple and unpretentious sword was not only not an ordinary sword, but it must be a magic weapon, just a magic weapon that would not shine. As for why Yang Qiu's strength was suddenly much stronger than the rumors, the result of these people's deliberations was the merit of the sword.

"I see. Yuan Ruofei's cultivation is actually only at the beginning of the foundation building period. He's still that waste, and the reason why he's become so strong is because of that magic weapon, that is, the sword that doesn't look like a magic weapon. I once heard my grandfather mention that if a magic weapon is stored for too long, it may mutate.

Once the magic weapon is mutated, spiritual wisdom is born. The power of that magic weapon will increase by hundreds or thousands of times. Yuan Ruofei was able to win more than 20 consecutive games in one fell swoop, and it must be that sword spirit was born in that sword. Therefore, we seem to be Yuan Ruofei holding the sword against the enemy, but in fact, it is the complete opposite. It was the sword spirit that was manipulating Yuan Ruofei against the enemy. ”

As soon as this conclusion came out, the children of these big families who were frightened before settled down one by one, and were no longer surprised by Yang Qiu's outstanding appearance, but because of this, many people's eyes showed a strong look of greed, and they began to covet how to snatch Yang Qiu's sword.

It's hard not to be impressed by such a special magic weapon.

Even people like Chu Fei who came from famous families were a little moved. The representatives of the big families who were far away in the stands also looked at each other, and a faint light flashed, and the prince was even more interested in this, and called the old eunuch to his ear and asked in detail.

"Report to Your Highness, the old slave has practiced for decades and has never seen any magic weapon that can give birth to his own spiritual wisdom. However, the ancient books do mention that there is such a mysterious thing as the sword spirit.

However, the old slave of the Yuan family is very familiar with it, although the Yuan family has a long history, there has never been a record related to the sword spirit in the past, let alone Yuan Yizheng of this generation. The only magic weapon that was once rumored to have a sword spirit was the sword of the ancestor of the Yuan family, although it was very famous, it was the sword of the ancestor of the Yuan family, but it was never confirmed, it was just a rumor, and it could not be taken seriously. ”

Hearing the old eunuch's categorical answer, the prince's face suddenly flashed with a thick color of dissatisfaction, and he pointed to the venue that was still going on in the distance, and forcibly ordered the old eunuch to confirm.

"Old slave, obey!"

The old eunuch knew what the prince was thinking as soon as he saw the prince's expression, this was not the Yellow River's heart was immortal, and his face suddenly flashed with a trace of embarrassment, but he didn't think much about it, sighed, left his seat and turned into a light, and flew back to the sky above Yang Qiu's competition venue, wanting to take a cursory look and come back to give the prince a certain answer.

"In this game, Yuan Rufei won!"

However, after reading the details of Yang Qiu's game with his own eyes, the old eunuch's gaze suddenly changed, and doubts surged in his heart, and the whole person became more and more confused, and the same was true when he turned back to the prince.

Because, the old eunuch had just witnessed that Yang Qiu didn't use any supernatural powers and didn't expose any cultivation, and with ordinary sword moves, he defeated a master who had been famous for a long time in the late foundation building period. The old eunuch felt that this was the exact opposite result of his expectations, which was really difficult for him to accept for a while, because the old eunuch couldn't understand why Yang Qiu could win.

"How?"

"Your Highness. Forgive the old slave for being clumsy. To be honest, the old slave really didn't see what sword spirit was hidden in that sword just now. But this Yuan Ruofei is really weird, don't ......"

At this time, hearing the prince's question, the old eunuch immediately explained as soon as he lowered his head. But before he finished speaking, he heard the prince interrupt him, and the old eunuch's heart suddenly swelled with a trace of unhappiness.

"What did I just say? Sword Spirit! Didn't you say that Yuan Ruofei was a waste, a person whose strength was only at the beginning of the foundation building period and had no cultivation talent at all, why would he be so weird and win consecutive battles? The answer is that Prince Ben has thought of it, can't you think of it? The sword in his hand definitely has a sword spirit. Can't be wrong!"

As soon as these words came out, a strong look of greed suddenly appeared on the faces of the representatives of the major families around them, and they all smiled silently, but their eyes rolled wildly, and at the same time, the attention of these people slowly shifted from Chu Fei, the biggest attraction of this competition, to Yang Qiu.

Chu Fei turned his head to look and found that the representatives of the major families would turn their heads and smile appreciatively at themselves as soon as they appeared, but suddenly these people turned their heads to the other side, not looking at themselves, the newcomer who was in the spotlight, but invariably paying attention to an unknown monk who couldn't even fly.

Chu Fei raised his eyes to look at Yang Qiu, who was competing, and found that judging from the other party's clothing, Yang Qiu didn't know which old hat ran out of the ravine, and he didn't even know how to fly when he was fighting, and he couldn't see it once, I was afraid that he couldn't use the magic power, Chu Fei's heart suddenly swelled with anger from being favored to being suddenly snubbed, and finally being put aside.