The man was eighteen or nineteen years old, and when he saw the young man standing opposite him, his face could not help but change, and his heart was very surprised.

Looking Qin Fengming up and down a few times, his face showed a look of doubt, and he asked curiously: "You are a disciple who was selected last time, and you can't participate in this competition, don't you know?"

Hearing this, Qin Fengming grinned and said: "What this senior brother said is good, I have not been in Luoxia Valley for three years, and I am mainly here to increase my knowledge when I participate in the competition this time, and I hope that this senior brother will be merciful when he competes for a while." ”

The disciple nodded and said no more. His hands and weapons were crossed in front of his chest, and then he stared at Qin Fengming with blazing eyes.

Qin Fengming took out the sword given by his master, and the first style of the Thirteen Floating Willows came out like flowing water, and he did not show the slightest timidity when he appeared on the stage for the first time.

At the beginning, he was engrossed in eight or nine successes. But within a few rounds of the battle between the two sides, they found that although the disciple's skills were not weak, and the strange weapon tricks were also very exquisite, it was not difficult for him to win.

The disciple was more and more frightened, the twelve or thirteen-year-old boy in front of him, the tricks were so old, the sword moves were erratic, unpredictable, and the layers of sword light surrounded him, only to feel that there were sword shadows everywhere around, if it wasn't for the stability of his own defense, he would have been defeated.

In a moment, the two of them fought with each other for dozens of moves, and while fighting, Qin Fengming secretly thought to himself, if he was too outstanding, would it be a good thing?

He has always been cautious, he is so young, if he will win every battle, he will inevitably provoke all his disciples to fight against the enemy, which will not be a good thing for him to gain a foothold in Luoxia Valley in the future.

When I thought of this, I made up my mind: lose to the person in front of me first, and then win again in the lower bracket.

At this moment, Qin Fengming saw that the disciple's two-handed weapon was holding the long sword in his hand, so he took advantage of the situation to touch the sword on the opponent's weapon.

With a 'bang', the sword came out and fell to the side of the tournament platform.

Qin Fengming jumped out of the way, bowed down and said: "Senior brother, I am not good at learning, and my skills are not as good as others, thank you for your mercy." As he spoke, he walked over, picked up the sword, and floated off the stage.

The disciple stood there in a daze, his face was blank, he didn't know why for a while, he didn't know why the other party's long sword came out of his hand.

When Qin Fengming came to the stage, he was surrounded by Duan Meng and others.

Duan Meng walked up to him, with a look of pity on his face, and asked curiously, "Feng Ming, I see that you are on par with that person, why did you suddenly fail?"

Qin Fengming grinned and didn't care: "It's just that if you don't pay attention, it doesn't matter, isn't there still a loser's group?" If you win the following competition, you can also enter the next round." After that, he meditated and rested.

The other disciples all talked about it, and they all regretted his sudden failure.

At this moment, the young man in the brown shirt who presided over the competition shouted on the stage: "Zhang Feng, Wei Zhihu is on stage to compete." ”

Qin Fengming opened his eyes and recognized that it was the two failed disciples just now, so he didn't look at it anymore, and told Duan Meng to wake him up when he was ready, and then closed his eyes and recuperated.

When Duan Meng reminded Qin Fengming, he had already tried two groups. One is Wei Zhihu, who was about twenty years old and was qualified to challenge. One is Cui Liang, who also has about twenty, and directly advances to the next round.

When Qin Fengming came to the stage again, he saw that it was the seventeen or eighteen-year-old disciple who used a sword. I have seen each other compete before, and I know that the other party's martial arts have some skills, but it is only not weak, compared with myself, but there is a lot of difference.

He bowed to the other party, but did not answer, and fought with the man. When the fight reached the eighty rounds, he used a clever move to pick the opponent's long sword into the air, and Qin Fengming obtained the qualification to challenge.

After the Zuihou group competition, it is time for the winner of the lower bracket to challenge the loser of the upper bracket.

Qin Fengming has watched everyone's competition, and knows that everyone's skills are deep, no matter who he touches, it should be easy to win, so he doesn't care about it.

When Duan Meng woke him up again, Wei Zhihu had already defeated the disciple who used the strange weapon, and he needed to challenge a disciple who used a stick.

When Qin Fengming reached the high platform, he bowed to the disciple with a stick and said hello, senior brother.

That disciple also watched Qin Fengming's martial arts competition, and knew that although the other party was young, his sword moves were exquisite. But in his mind, the other party is small, and his strength must be inferior to his own.

Therefore, as soon as the two sides fought, the disciple with the stick fiercely used the stick to find Qin Fengming's long sword, wanting to knock the sword away with all his strength. But Qin Fengming's body is light and agile, and his swordsmanship is erratic, so he just doesn't touch the opponent's weapon. It's just going around each other, making the other party dizzy, and there's no way at all.

When he reached about seventy rounds, Qin Fengming found the opportunity and slashed lightly on the opponent's arm with the tip of his sword, causing his arm to be injured, and the wound was not deep, but it also made the opponent have to admit defeat.

The No. 6 high platform has decided all the disciples who have entered the next round, namely: Hu Yanzhuo, a disciple with a knife, Wei Zhihu, Cui Liang with fists and feet, and Zuihou are Qin Fengming.

The young man who presided over the No. 6 high platform said: "That's all for today's competition, and the four people who will enter the next round of the competition tomorrow will continue to compete," and after speaking, he walked to the high platform in the middle of the valley with the number plate.

Duan Meng and the others were overjoyed to see that Qin Fengming had actually qualified for the second round of the competition, and they hugged Qin Fengming back to the courtyard where he lived, which was very lively.

Arriving late, Qin Fengming had dinner and came to Baizhang Cliff alone.

When the little senior sister saw Qin Fengming, she had a sweet smile on her face and was very happy. Holding Qin Fengming's hand, he said:

"My mother and I stood in the middle of the mountain next to me, and after watching all your competitions, my mother kept praising you on the side, saying that it is not easy for you to be so young, and it will be even more amazing when you grow up. ”

When Qin Fengming heard this, he didn't feel a little embarrassed, and looked at Shi Niang with a flushed face, and Shi Niang also smiled with a pampering look.

Master Zhang Zhang was also very happy, and Haha said with a smile:

"Feng Ming, I, all the hall masters, and the elders have all watched your competition. They were amazed at how you behaved and were very interested in you, asking me where you came from. They all want to take you as a disciple. ”