The next morning, people came to the market.

Compared with yesterday, there are more people under the high platform, many people came from outside the city early, and some even came from afar after hearing the news, and there were obviously many more people in the crowd. Before the major families and the ghosts, snakes, and gods of all walks of life appeared, some well-informed masters of the rivers and lakes came.

Lu Qinghong continued to shout, tricking people into betting, while Qin Yuan became cautious, and at a glance he could see that the situation was much more complicated than yesterday, and he was guarding the sidelines like an iron tower.

Xia Qing sat cross-legged on the futon, waiting quietly, like an old monk entering the meditation.

There are more and more people, and the atmosphere is gradually becoming warmer, looking at Xia Qing sitting on the high platform, and then looking at the silver light flashing 10,000 taels of silver on the table, many people's eyes are hot. But unlike yesterday, no one acted recklessly, and they had to weigh their own skills before appearing. Yesterday, Hong Qishao proved with practical actions that this grandmaster ring is not something that any person can jump on. If it weren't for Xia Qing's mercy, Hong Qishao would not have been so simple as losing face, and his life would be gone.

"I'm coming!"

After watching for a while, a middle-aged caravan guard stepped forward to compete with Xia Qing, but before he could take a few steps, he was stopped by a large caravan guard.

"Brother, don't be impulsive. ”

The big man dragged a heavy sword in his right hand and a heavy shield in his left hand, "The silver reward is not so easy to earn, beware of the life is gone, if you want to go to the ring, win the brother first!"

"Whoever stands in my way, die!"

The middle-aged guard's temper was also hot, and he swung his knife before he could speak, and the people around him quickly retreated to make way for an open space.

Before the ring match began, the two caravan guards were fighting under the high platform.

One game a day, only five days, outdated, Xia Qing's personality and temper have been understood, and they are not the same. That is to say, there are only five places to participate in the ring competition at most, and one place has been wasted by Hong Qishao yesterday, and there are only four left. In order to compete for a spot, the caravan guards did not hesitate to fight!

"Fight! Fight to the death!"

"Only the strongest masters are qualified to take the stage, fight!"

People shouted and cheered loudly, and it was not a big deal to watch the excitement, hoping to select the most powerful master to come on stage to fight against Xia Qing.

Qin Yuan, who was in charge of pressing the formation, frowned, he had never seen such a ring match in so many years, and he was worried that Xia Qing was too flamboyant and high-profile. The tree is a big move, and if you are not careful, you may lead to a super master.

Xia Qing didn't seem to be worried at all, condescendingly watching the battle on the high platform, not only did not stop it, but even shouted and cheered with the people without heart and lungs, as if he was afraid that the cultivation of the people who took the stage to challenge would be too poor and boring.

Steward Zhao shook his head, he couldn't stand it anymore, he closed his eyes and recuperate, and Qin Yuan was also speechless. Only Lu Qinghong is not the same thing, and the shouting is even louder, inducing more people to bet, eager to snatch out the last copper plate on people's bodies, "Bet, everyone hurry up and bet, don't miss it when you pass by." This kid surnamed Xia loses, bet on it......"

Lu Qinghong's loud voice overshadowed people's shouts, and in order to earn more silver taels, it was enough to fight.

The battle under the high platform became more intense, and after a while, the winner was decided, and the big man escort came prepared and armed to the teeth, knocking out the three front teeth of the middle-aged guard and winning.

"Amazing, Han Baizhong of the Qingcheng caravan is really powerful, the peak of the Yuan Shen Realm, only half a step away from the Heaven and Man Realm!"

In the crowd, some people sighed in amazement, the big man is famous among the many caravan guards, and his age is not too big, but he is a guard commander at a young age, he is an old Jianghu, and his cultivation is also amazing. As soon as he stepped forward, the other caravan guards who were about to move couldn't help but fall silent.

"The place in today's game is mine, no one wants to grab it!"

Han Baizhong slowly walked towards the high platform, tall and burly, and the armor, shield, and heavy sword on his body collided as he walked, making a sonorous sound.

The crowd stepped back one after another, making way for them, and was shocked by Han Baizhong's momentum. After a long while, someone jumped out, and another caravan guard gritted his teeth in front of Han Baizhong, and went out for the sake of rewarding silver.

The two fought fiercely, and soon, Han Baizhong won again.

A sonorous sound came, and Han Baizhong strode forward, the heavy armor on his body was a little dazzling under the sunlight.

Another person rushed out, although Han Baizhong was imposing, but no one was willing to give up the number of places to challenge, and the high stage fought again, and people cheered loudly and applauded vigorously from time to time. Before the ring match officially began, the atmosphere became enthusiastic, obviously more enthusiastic than yesterday, and the number of onlookers more than doubled.

Relying on his strong combat power, Han Baizhong fought almost all the way, wielding his shield and heavy sword to move forward. Slowly, getting closer and closer to the high platform, the momentum became more compelling. The onlookers were amazed, but Xia Qing was unmoved, sitting cross-legged on the ground and quietly waiting for Han Baizhong's arrival.

"Yes, finally a decent opponent has arrived. Xia Qing was condescending and saw all of Han Baizhong's moves.

Han Baizhong got closer, slashed away with a sword and flew the last opponent in front of him, and jumped onto the high platform, his battle intent was surging and imposing. Then, he sealed his own skills in public and challenged Xia Qing with the same acquired realm, "Come on, kid, let you see what real martial arts are!"

The applause was like a tide, people applauded vigorously, and Han Baizhong's appearance pushed the warm atmosphere to a new height.

Xia Qing sat cross-legged on the ground and said lightly: "Han Baizhong, right, you are not my opponent, retreat." ”

"What?"

Han Baizhong was surprised, and then angry, his blood was rolling and murderous, and he raised his heavy shield with all his might, like a tiger about to pounce, "Boy, I fought and killed, and I defeated thirteen masters all the way before I came here on the high platform, just to fight with you." Now, you're telling me to go?"

Han Baizhong felt a great shame, in his opinion, Xia Qing was not a kind reminder, but an undisguised humiliation!

Han Baizhong dragged his heavy sword towards Xia Qing, his murderous aura getting heavier and heavier.

"You are really no match for me, I don't want to kill you! ”

Xia Qing paused and said, "You are very stable in the lower plate, but with every step, the calf of your left leg will habitually swing inward." It's okay to meet ordinary people, but meeting powerful masters is enough to become your fatal flaw. ”

Han Baizhong's eyelids jumped and stopped, looking at Xia Qing who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, still murderous, but his face was more dignified. What Xia Qing said, Han Baizhong himself knows best, when he was a child, his family was poor, and his mother had been carrying him to do farm work, and he had broken his leg and developed the habit of walking. Later, Han Baizhong became a master, but he still couldn't completely change it.

After a pause, Han Baizhong continued to press towards Xia Qing. Although my heart was shocked, it took so much effort to get to the high platform, and it was impossible to give up so easily.

Xia Qing's face was as calm as water, "The bad habit of walking is just a small problem, and the old injury on the left shoulder is really fatal." Every time you make a move, your left hand will be half a beat slower than your right, and your left shoulder will habitually shake, obviously with an old injury. Even if ordinary people see your flaw, it is difficult to take advantage of it, and if you don't shoot as fast as you, you will be blocked by the heavy shield in your left hand. But when you meet a powerful master, you are dead, and the shield in your hand is useless. ”

After pointing out a bad habit that Han Baizhong formed when he was a child, Xia Qing pointed out an even more fatal flaw.

Han Baizhong stopped again, and a bead of sweat the size of a bean fell on his forehead. These two flaws, his partners who have been traveling with him for more than ten years have not discovered them, but Xia Qing can see them at a glance.

Could it be that Xia Qing is not only a Danqing genius, but also a martial arts master?

Han Baizhong's heart wavered, and when he cultivated to the peak of martial arts, he could break through from the acquired to the innate one, and then ignite the fire in his heart and officially step into the threshold of cultivation. There are more people who have experienced the pinnacle of martial arts, but not everyone can be called a martial arts master, but anyone who can be crowned with the honorific title of grandmaster must be a peak existence admired by the world!

Under the high stage, people who didn't know how to cultivate were still shouting loudly, urging Han Baizhong to hurry up. The real master was silent, as shocked as Han Baizhong, before the ring match started, Xia Qing was awe-inspiring in just two words!