At night, the audience seats on the top floor of the Sky Arena were full of spectators, and Wang Jun's family naturally sat in the box on the top floor to watch the upcoming finals.

The ring on the 108th floor is all made of spirit-level materials, and even if it is a strong person at the Bao Dan level, it is impossible to destroy it.

The commentator stepped on the white clouds and rose into the air, using the "blockbuster" he got from the government, and said loudly: "Cheer everyone to participate in the semi-finals of the martial arts conference, this is by Wudang Zhang Sanfeng against Qiao Feng, the leader of the beggar gang." ”

The narrator's voice was full of magnetism, and the penetrating power also carried a hint of slap in the face, which instantly detonated the audience, and the enthusiastic applause immediately sounded.

Zhang Sanfeng, who was dressed in a Taoist robe, rode a crane and jumped lightly into the ring, and the real martial sword gently swayed with him, like a fairy among the gods.

Qiao Feng was still dressed in a beggar's suit, slowly walked into the ring in a hurry, and walked into the dragon and tiger, full of heroic spirit, which made people sigh that he was a hero.

When Qiao Feng saw Zhang Sanfeng with a childish face, he couldn't help but feel a good feeling in his heart, and he hugged his fists and saluted: "The beggar helped Qiao Feng see Zhang Zhenren." ”

Zhang Sanfeng, as a person born in the late Song Dynasty, naturally heard the reputation of the beggar Qiao Feng, and when he was young, he also fantasized about fighting side by side with Qiao Feng to face the world's heroes, and said: "The old Zhang Sanfeng has seen Qiao Daxia. ”

Wang Shiqi in the box saw this scene, excitedly pointed to the two people in the ring, and shouted: "Father, you can see that it is the white-bearded old man and Uncle Qiao, but why did they get on that stone platform and what are they doing?" ”

"They are all martial artists who have come to participate in the martial arts conference, and they will compete later." Wang Jun explained lightly.

Wang Shiqi looked at the two of them thoughtfully on tiptoe, and asked with a puzzled expression: "Oh, they are martial artists, but how can they compete?" ”

Zhen Mi dragged Wang Shiqi back, lightly touched her nose, and said angrily: "You won't be as well-behaved and obedient as your brother, and sit obediently to watch the game." ”

The commentator saw the two say hello and shouted, "The game begins." ”

"Please."

"Please."

After the two of them arrived at the same time, Qiao Feng pounced violently, and a "group of dragons without a leader" was tentatively discharged, and more than ten dragon-shaped energy roared and crashed into Zhang Sanfeng.

Zhang Sanfeng bent his knees and squatted, slowly playing the Tai Chi starting pose, a round of Tai Chi diagram was formed between his hands, in the face of the roaring dragon-shaped energy, the Tai Chi diagram slowly turned as if sticking to the qi, and even played and dissipated a circle, and pushed Qiao Feng violently, and the dragon-shaped qi became larger out of thin air, and collided with Qiao Feng.

"It's good to come." Qiao Feng laughed, the battle intent on his body erupted, he was very excited to be able to fight with so many masters, after so many games, he had a great momentum of victory, and he scattered his energy between his backhands, and he regretted beating Kang Long when he tried it.

Zhang Sanfeng was also quite pleased, stepping on Tai Chi and walking over, surrounded by the looming Tai Chi diagram, his hands were not yet on Qiao Feng's arms, Qiao Feng relied on his battle intuition, and moved down slightly. can only take advantage of the trend and shake off Qiao Feng.

The two have exchanged more than 100 moves in the blink of an eye, and one offensive is like fire, continuous. A reef guarded, and the occasional counterattack was like thunder for nine days, and for a while, the dragon-shaped qi and the Taijitu qi were flying all over the sky, canceling each other.

The two of them faced each other again and took a few steps back and separated, and the two of them seemed to be just ordinary warm-ups, but their breath was slightly short, and their foreheads were only a little sweaty.

Qiao Feng's eyes were scorching, although he still wanted to continue to fight with Zhang Sanfeng, but he felt that he would take advantage of Zhang Sanfeng's age, with his body, even if he fought for three days and three nights, there would be no problem, but Zhang Sanfeng might not be able to support the winner, and said loudly: "Zhang Zhenren, you and I may not be divided into winners and losers even if we fight for three days and three nights, how about you and I decide to win or lose with one move?" ”

Zhang Sanfeng could naturally see Qiao Feng's thoughts, and said with a smile: "Just follow Qiao's help." ”

"This trick was created by Qiao Mou watching one battle after another recently, called Longba Qiankun, please Zhang Zhenren for guidance." Qiao Feng hugged his fists.

Zhang Sanfeng said with a smile: "Lao Dao has also created a trick recently, the world is peaceful, and I hope that Qiao will help the master to advise." ”

"Dragons dominate the world."

"The world is peaceful."

More than a dozen dragons gathered into a giant dragon and rushed towards Zhang Sanfeng with teeth and claws.

A three-small Taiji diagram slowly rotated, covering Qiao Feng behind the dragon-shaped energy.

I saw the dragon and the Taijitu collide together, the Taijitu slowly wiped out the dragon's strength, and somehow, the Taijitu paused slightly, and died with the dragon, leaving only a dragon's tail to break through the blockade.

Zhang Sanfeng waved his hand to wear off his strength, bowed to Qiao Feng, and said, "It's the old way who lost." ”

"Concession." Qiao Feng naturally saw that Zhang Sanfeng deliberately wanted to let him, so he didn't say anything, he could only express his gratitude from the bottom of his heart.

The commentator immediately shouted: "Qiao Fengsheng." ”

Then the sweeping monk and Wen Yuan competed, proficient in Shaolin 72's stunt between the wave of a move and a style full of Zen, and Wen Yuan was born in a military academy, and the move between the iron and blood, so the competition between the two was wonderful.

The two fought hard, although the sweeping monk had outstanding talents, but it was not worth the military in order not to let the cadets gain nothing, they forced out a few years tower places, and all the participants were able to get a high-level book, which simply lowered the gap between the two, and finally Wen Yuan won with the five elements of the school award.

"Wen Yuansheng." The audience cheered again.

Then the third-place duel began, with Zhang Sanfeng facing the sweeping monk.

A Taoist master, a Buddhist master, the two of them fight without a trace of fireworks, you come and go like two naughty children playing between each other.

The sweeping monk saw that there were more and more Taiji diagrams around Zhang Sanfeng, and every time he attacked, he knew that if he continued, he would lose, and in order to see the realm behind the grandmaster, he could only let go and swear to win the third place.

I saw the sweeping monk take up the horse, run the internal force, and then his whole body turned brass, slammed on the ground, and shouted: "Zhang Sanfeng took the last move of the old man, and saluted the Buddha and heard the law." ”

With his hands folded and raised above his head, he snapped down with a fanatical look on his face, as if he was worshipping the Buddha and listening to the Dharma.

Zhang Sanfeng's complexion changed, and he only felt that the sweeping monk's pair of fleshy palms had become infinite, and everything in the heavens and the earth had disappeared, leaving only these two hands of the city to collapse and crack towards him.

Zhang Sanfeng immediately swept away the distracting thoughts in his mind, his body shook, his hands were slowly raised, and a huge Taiji diagram under his feet rose into the air, blocking the palms of the sweeping monk, slowly turning little by little to wipe out the power of the sweeping monk, and removing the sweeping monk's hands one by one.

Then Zhang Sanfeng's shoulders sank slightly, hit the shoulders of the sweeping monk, and slammed the sweeping monk out of the ring and won the third place.

The narrator shouted: "Wudang Zhang Zhenren won the third place, everyone congratulates him, and also applauds the unlucky monk." ”

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