The drizzle continued, and a sea of umbrellas was erected in the audience, and the conference continued.

Standing on the wet stone platform were Wu Ji of the Kongtong faction and Shi Feiguang of the Shaolin faction, the former of which was the chief player of the Kongtong faction. The first few battles with the same sect were all lost without exception, and he glanced at the junior brothers who were demoralized, thinking that it was finally his turn and he could find a place.

Shi Feiguang was wearing an earthy yellow monk's robe and holding a long wooden stick, his expression looked indifferent, but there was occasionally a hint of solemnity in his eyes.

He secretly said in his heart, this Wu Ji deserves the title of "martial idiot", and when he faced this guy, the oppression made him feel like he was facing a senior brother.

Wu Ji was obviously a stuffy oil bottle who didn't like to talk, and he attacked his opponent directly without saying a word, without using any moves, in his eyes, this little monk was not qualified to let him take it seriously.

Shi Feiguang changed the single-handed stick to a two-handed stick, and used his best close-quarters defensive stick method, Qi Mei stick. The long stick strikes back and forth, sparse and dense, and the tip handle is used both, interspersing points, collapses, pokes, grids, and diao into it, forming a circle of impermeable stick nets around him.

A flash of surprise flashed in Wu Ji's eyes, thinking that he had underestimated this little monk. He draws a circle with both palms, which has the shape of yin and yang, and the two endless energies are reversed in the circle.

"That's the Yin and Yang Mill, Shi Feiguang can let Wu Ji use this move, and he has already proved his strength. An old man who didn't know where he came from commented.

"Yes, it's a pity that there is a gap between him and Wu Ji's cultivation, otherwise this battle will be more exciting. Someone sighed after the old man's words.

Laugh at!

In the field, the many stick shadows that formed the stick net were dissipated by the energy, and they were rapidly decreasing, and finally turned into the actual long stick.

Wu Ji grabbed the long stick in his hand, Shi Feiguang was shocked, he wanted to withdraw the long stick, but he twisted it a few times but found that it couldn't be twisted at all, but he didn't want to abandon the stick and retreat, when he hesitated, Wu Jige opened the long stick and slapped him with a palm to vomit blood and retreat.

In this way, the Kongtong faction finally won their first victory in the last game of the first round, sweeping away the haze.

In the second and third rounds, there was no one who was expected to be the top player, but the young people were asked by their elders to watch more seriously.

Although the ultimate purpose of this conference is to decide the ownership of the treasure, the process is equally important.

It can even be said that the existence of the chief contestant in the conference is to compete for the top prize, and unlike the other contestants, each sect selects them carefully so that they can experience the exchange in the conference.

The chief disciple's shots were shocking, and many of them were instant kills, but the grappling of other players was even more meaningful to the young juniors who came to watch.

Finally in the fifth round, it was Ye Yinan's turn to compete on stage.

The opponent is Zhang Yuan of the Kongtong faction, it seems that the previous battle between Ye Yinan and Liu Feiyan gave him a lot of pressure, as soon as he came up, he used the Seven Injuries Fist, and suddenly seven different forces roared away, or fierce, or feminine, or horizontal, or straight, or crossed, or inward, or expanded, which was unguardable.

Ye Yinan didn't dodge, but used his body to catch the blow head-on, he closed his eyes, feeling the different forces of the seven forces that collided in his body, and he realized.

Zhang Yuan looked at his opponent dumbfounded, he didn't think that he could win with this blow, but at least he could force something out, right? However, the fact in front of him now was that the seven-wound punch hit the opponent like a mud cow into the sea, and disappeared without a trace.

This scene shocked him in place, and after a long time, he spit out the words "I admit defeat" with a lost face.

"Obediently, this Nan Yi eats the Seven Wounds Fist, and there is nothing wrong with it, I don't think Yin Zi'an dares to do this, right?"

Hearing this, Yin Zi'an's female supporters immediately jumped out: "Senior Brother Yin is a swordsman, of course he is not good at defense, I don't believe that Nan Yi dares to let Senior Brother Yin stab a sword, hum!"

"Yes, yes, yes. ”

Ye Yinan returned to the seat and sat back beside the two women, Na Hai Jing was wearing her long hair, and she was holding her knees and sobbing quietly, and Hai Sheng was caressing her back on the side.

In the previous battle, she was knocked off the stage by Yin Zi'an with a palm, her posture was not very elegant, and even her hat flew. When she thought of Fang Cai's embarrassed appearance, she felt both embarrassed and embarrassed.

"Tsk, I'm going to win again, the strength of these chief players is really amazing, I'm afraid they can catch up with some of the older generations in the sect!"

The discussion brought Ye Yinan's attention back to the stage, and the monk wearing a robe and holding a Zen staff was Shi Feichen, the chief player of the Shaolin faction, and the name of "Little King Kong" was spread among the various sects.

Completely contrary to Yin Zi'an's deep concealment, he has been performing various moves since the first battle before, such as Prajna Palm, Mighty King Kong Finger and the like, and he looks like he is not afraid of revealing his hole cards.

He seems to really regard the Asking Dao Conference as an exchange meeting, and generously instructs his opponents, and this Buddhist bearing is admirable, so even if his opponents fail, they have a cheerful expression of being taught.

I saw that the disciple of the Emei faction was working hard to use the Falling Snow Folding Plum Fist, and under the imperial envoy of Qi, one after another fists were in the air, turning around the bend and blasting towards Shi Feichen, faintly forming a branch of plum blossoms that were proud of the cold and independent in the flying snow.

Shi Feichen smiled indifferently, the faint golden light around his body became a little richer, and the powerful and beautiful punches hit him, only brushing the robe slightly.

After practicing with the famous "Little King Kong" for a while, the Emei disciples gradually realized something, and after holding their fists and grateful, they happily admitted defeat and stepped down, seeing everyone shake their heads and laugh, and those who didn't know thought he had won.

When the intermission time came, the Zhengyi faction prepared a meal for everyone, but Miss Ye Hongying disliked that the meal was too unpalatable, so she pulled Ye Yinan and Ye Dieyi out of the canteen, shouting that they wanted to eat well, and I don't know who taught her cousin not to spend money lavishly on the day she went up the mountain.

Looking at Ye Hongying's puffing out pink cheeks, Ye Yinan couldn't help laughing, and teased: "Longhu Mountain is so high, which takeaway brother will bring it to you, sure enough, the woman's brain and ...... is inversely proportional. ”

Not surprisingly, Ye Hongying jumped on his back all of a sudden, hugged his neck, and leaned to his ear and began to bite.

Ye Dieyi lowered her head slightly and saw a slightly undulating hill, but this hill was much shorter than Ye Hongying's.

Thinking of Ye Yinan's faintly floating eyes, she felt inexplicably annoyed, and she couldn't wait to join the one-sided battle in front of her and fall into the well.

Originally, the three of them could only obediently return to the cafeteria to eat food, but suddenly she remembered something, left a sentence and disappeared in place.

"You wait here for me for a while. ”

PS: Ahhhh