The tournament is played on an elimination system, where the opponent is decided by draw, and the winner advances to the next round.

Ten martial arts halls, each martial arts hall sent six disciples, a total of sixty disciples.

On the first day, there were two competitions, the first one eliminated thirty disciples, and the second one eliminated fifteen disciples.

The fifteen disciples who advanced to the next day competed in groups of three, and two-thirds were eliminated.

On the last day, the top five disciples competed and were ranked.

"Come on, everyone, make it to the top five!" Before the draw, Ma Xue'e said so.

"It's not the top five, it's the first." This sentence was said by Luo Changning.

Sixty disciples went to the ring in order to draw wooden sticks, and the wooden sticks had numbers on them. The disciple of number one competes with the disciple of number sixty, the disciple of number two competes with the disciple of number fifty-nine, and so on.

The number on the wooden lottery drawn by Mo Feng is four, and he is the first of the six to play.

Next is Xiang Yinglong, Chen Xiangru, Mao Ruolin, Luo Changning, Ma Qingyun.

"Senior brothers, junior brothers, and Sister Xue'e, I'm going up!" Mo Feng's face was full of confidence, and he waved at everyone in the martial arts hall and smiled.

"Uh-huh, go ahead and beat that big guy to the ground." Ma Xue'e cheered him on.

"That's for sure!"

Mo Feng winked at her, smiled and put the two flying knives in his hand into his arms, and went to the ring to compete.

The flying knife was a relic left to him by his mother, he had never seen blood, and the competition required that the point should be stopped, so he could not hurt people's lives, so he could not use the flying knife.

Mo Feng was facing the disciple of the Double Fist Martial Arts Gym, Chen Chao.

Chen Chao was born tall and strong, full of meat. Mo Feng on the other side compared to him, like a child who has not yet grown up.

"Senior Brother Mo Feng, I have conceded." Chen Chao hugged his fists.

"Senior Brother Chen Chao is polite, Senior Brother, I won't show mercy to my subordinates!" Mo Feng said with a grin.

One makes a fist, the other uses a palm.

One is strong and vigorous, and the other is flexible and lightweight.

Chen Chao used a fist, and Mo Feng used a palm.

After dozens of rounds, Chen Chao fell behind. In the end, Mo Feng slapped him from behind to the edge of the ring, spit out a mouthful of blood, and the victory was divided.

Judge: "In this game, Mo Feng, a disciple of the Luoyang Martial Arts Hall, wins." ”

"I conceded." Mo Feng finished with a smile and flew away. Got out of the ring.

Xiang Yinglong, as the young master of the Luoyang Martial Arts Hall, was only in the first round of the competition, so he naturally passed the test easily and won effortlessly.

Then, it was Chen Xiangru's turn to play.

In the first round of the competition, weapons are not allowed, and the fight is external kung fu and internal strength. Therefore, Chen Xiangru did not bring his halberd more than seven feet long to the ring, but handed it over to his senior brother Liang Zhenyun for safekeeping.

Chen Xiangru spat at the mouth, rubbed his palms vigorously, and said to another disciple in the ring stupidly: "Boy, let the horse come!" ”

Competing with him was Bo Er of the Baishui Martial Arts Hall in Qingyin County.

Bo Er was born thin and small, but his muscles were strong and strong, exuding a charming luster of bronze. is obviously a thin and undressed figure, but in the eyes of others, it is a stunted appearance.

At this moment, he looked at Chen Xiangru in front of him, who was taking care of himself, and felt speechless for a while, twitched the corner of his mouth and said, "Hehe, then accept it." ”

While talking, he secretly complained in his heart: People who don't know still think that the two of us are fighting! Teenager, can you be a little more mature!

After the two fought against each other for more than a dozen moves.

Chen Xiangru had a confident smile on his face, and it seemed that he had won the battle. The luck dantian fist was like the wind, and a fierce move attacked Bo Er's chest.

Bo Er's eyes flashed, and he dodged away.

Seeing that his attack was dodged by his opponent, Chen Xiangru turned around and attacked Bo Er's calf with a sweeping leg.

Hehe, I'm going to be able to kick you out this time. Chen Xiangru thought like this, his body was lowered, his hands were clenched into fists, and he smashed Bo Er's abdomen vigorously.

In this way, even if he dodged the attack below, he couldn't avoid the iron fist in his abdomen. Just when Chen Xiangru felt that Bo Er would definitely be knocked down by himself, the people sitting up and down the ring also thought so.

Especially Bo Er, who looks very thin compared to Chen Xiangru. In front of such a thick leg and a big, powerful fist, there seemed to be no other possibility than to fall.

"Hey, needless to say, this competition must be won by Chen Xiangru of the Luoyang Martial Arts Hall." One of the disciples sitting under the ring said.

"Isn't it, look at that thin and short, full malnutrition, where will be the opponent of the tall Chen Xiangru!" The companion beside him chimed in.

"I heard that Bo Er used to be a beggar, sleeping in the open air, and all he ate all day was leftovers from other people's alms, without a little oil and water."

"Oh, I see, no wonder he looks like a child, he turns out to be a beggar!"

"Hahahaha, a small broken martial arts hall in a poor place like Qingyin County can only accept some beggars as disciples!"

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The people at the bottom have not stopped the ridicule since Bo Er came on the field, and they are obviously very optimistic about Bo Er.

In other words, the warriors who don't want to see the entire Qingyin County.

Although the Yaohua Continent is martial and respects strength, this does not mean that money and status are not important. Poor people who don't have money will not be treated anywhere unless you can prove your ability and worth.

Qingyin County is notoriously poor and chaotic, after all, its geographical location is there. Surrounded by two thief mountains, Baishuiyu and Tianmen Mountain, there is a miasma of black smoke all day long, and robberies and thefts occur from time to time.

Slightly wealthier families have been "patronized", and ordinary people who cannot afford to hire guards are frequently harassed because of this.

Baishuiyu is in the easternmost part of Fushan County, and Tianmen Mountain is in the southernmost part of Qingyang County, both bordering the southeast of Qingyin County. The two thief mountains are separated by only a short sea area.

The bandits and pirates of Annam Province are very disciplined and generally do not touch the people of their territory, unless someone has stepped into their territory without knowing how to do it.

The people of Qingyang County and Fushan County are peaceful, but the people of Qingyin County have suffered, and they have been dragged down by the two thief mountains, and they can't get rich if they want to.

Therefore, it is the poorest and most backward of the five counties in Autumn River Province, although it is located in the center of the five counties and has very convenient transportation. Beishan County, which has the most inconvenient transportation, is richer than Qingyin County.

In order not to encounter bandits, the traders in Annan Province would rather take a long detour to Heishui County to purchase goods through Beishan County, and it is better to spend more money on carriages and horses than to be targeted by bandits.

Even the warriors of Qingyin County were looked down upon by everyone, thinking that they were poor and sour goods from a small place, and if it weren't for the subsidy from the government, they wouldn't even be able to pay the silver two for a night in the Evergreen Inn. It is also rare for a warrior from there to buy another dish out of his own pocket.

There are more warriors in Qingyin County who are beggars, and the poor don't even have a few brothels, but there are a lot of private jobs.

Bo Er is one of the many beggars, and he is also one of the luckier ones.

When he was eight years old, he was accepted as a disciple by the white hall master of the White Water Martial Arts Pavilion on the street, and he was still the kind of disciple he brought with him to personally guide and cultivate. You must know that most of the disciples practiced the basic skills with the senior brothers who entered the hall first, rather than being taught by the hall owner.

Bai Yuliang, the owner of the Baishui Martial Arts Museum, has a relationship with Bai Longhu, the head of Baishuiyu, and is a cousin. It's just a professor apprentice who opens the museum, and a minions who occupy the mountain.

Bai Yuliang was a decent person, and most of the disciples he accepted were beggars, orphans, or children who had been abused by their relatives at home. In other words, as long as it is a child with a miserable background who is healthy and has no brain disease, it is possible to become a member of the White Water Martial Arts Hall.

Therefore, Bai Yuliang is very respected by his own disciples, and he is also a master and a father, which is not ordinary. The martial arts hall next to it all has intrigues between disciples and fights for favor, but only the Baishui martial arts hall does not have those bad things, and the brothers get along harmoniously and are very united.

It is said that the owner of the White Pavilion named his martial arts hall "Baishui", hoping that his cousin Bai Longhu, the owner of the village, could abandon the darkness and turn to the light, change the evil and return to the right, and return Baishuiyu and Qingyin County to a peaceful and quiet place.

It is precisely because of Bai Yuliang's behavior that the people of Qingyin County are not angry with him because he is related to the owner of the white village, but have many words of praise.

In addition to opening a martial arts hall, Bai Yuliang also did some business of reselling local products to other places, so even if there were many disciples in the martial arts hall, they were raised with big fish and meat every day, and the clothes worn by the disciples were all cotton, and he never treated them badly.