After Zhou Fang and Zhu Ping reported to their homes, a middle-aged man sent by the military who was similar to a fair competition directly announced: The first battle of the first round of the third group begins!

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And Ling Feng was expressionless, staring intently at the two people competing on the field, figuring out the martial arts moves of the two people, and he also had a certain understanding of the strength of these two people in his heart.

Ten minutes passed, Zhou Fang and Zhu Ping actually fought evenly between the two people, Zhou Fang practiced kung fu horizontally, it was simply practiced to the extreme, between one move and one style, they were all tigers and tigers, like tigers pounced on food, and Zhu Ping could be punched to death at any time. And Zhu Ping is extremely flexible, he should have mastered a kind of body martial arts, his body shape is constantly changing, avoiding reality and making it virtual, and he does not give Zhou Fang a chance to hit the hard at all.

The two of them continued to fight for more than a dozen moves, Zhou Fang finally seized an opportunity, one move took the upper hand, pressing step by step, and finally hit Zhu Ping's left arm with a punch, Zhu Ping snorted, and his body was directly knocked out four or five meters away, although when he landed, Zhu Ping's right palm slapped the ground, and the whole body stood up directly, and he had to fight again, but the justice of the military was a step forward, announcing Zhou Fang's victory, and explained: This competition is to the point to the end, if it is a desperate fight, the rest of the game is like this?

After hearing the military's fair words, a look of awakening crossed Zhu Ping's face, and then he hugged his fist towards Zhou Fang and retreated stupidly.

In the first game, Zhou Fang won and accumulated three points, while Zhu Ping lost and only accumulated one point.

In the next few games, there is not much suspense. Several young masters on the field are obviously inferior to Zhou Fang and Zhu Ping, although they are all martial arts level masters, but whether it is in terms of grade or actual combat ability, they are a lot weaker than Zhou Fang Zhu Ping, and the difference in strength between the two sides is also quite large, less than half an hour, the three games are directly divided into winners and losers.

Next, it's time for the fifth competition. No. 7 Ling Feng vs. No. 11 Liu Jiang! Ling Feng calmly walked to the center of the venue, they were relatively unfamiliar with the young masters present with Ling Feng, although Ling Feng's identity at the moment was Zheng Daoke's disciple, and Zheng Daoke was also famous in the martial arts world, but everyone didn't know that Zheng Daoke actually had such a young disciple.

Ling Feng's opponent is a full 1.9 meters tall, twenty-six or seventeen years old, his face is full of beards, the muscles all over his body seem to contain explosive power, and he is also vigorous when he walks. Seeing the emaciated young man in front of him at this moment, this tower-like man grinned widely, and said with a smile: "My name is Liu Jiang, I am a six-rank martial artist, and my master is my father, you are so thin and weak, you actually came to participate in the selection competition, aren't you afraid of being killed by my punch?"

Ling Feng was unmoved in the face of Liu Jiang's provocation, his face remained silent, and he said calmly: "Ling Feng, I studied under Kyoto martial arts master Zheng Daoke, and I have not yet participated in the martial arts test!"

"Gah?" Liu Jiang heard Ling Feng's last few words, his eyes suddenly widened in surprise, and then laughed, "Ling Feng, aren't you kid funny, you don't dare to sign up for the selection competition without participating in the martial arts test, I really don't know how Master Zheng can have a disciple like you! However, you don't have to worry, I won't beat you to death for Master Zheng's sake!" After Liu Jiang finished speaking, a depressed look appeared on his face, and then he actually sighed and said loudly: "Alas...... God is really unfair to me, I originally wanted to find an opponent with similar strength to fight well, but I was actually drawn such a kid, what is the difference between this and a bye, it's really boring!"

Liu Jiang, a tower-like man, actually shouted loudly in a pretended posture, which immediately caused a burst of laughter around. Someone even shouted: "Liu Jiang, you are stunned, since Ling Feng is a disciple of Master Zheng Daoke, his natural strength will not be too weak, you can win the battle first, don't lose when the time comes, become everyone's laughing stock, hahahaha!"

"That's it, Liu Jiang, don't use this psychological warfare trick anymore, and no one here knows that you like to do this! Alas...... Ling Feng, you don't have to keep your hands, beat this stunned man hard!"

The impartial officer of the military was also frowning at the moment, and said to Liu Jiang: "Needless to say, let's do it directly!"

Liu Jiang's face was red and white at the moment, and under the impartial urging of the military, he roared, a dragon groan sounded, and the muscles of his body kept crackling!

"Long Yin Iron Cloth Shirt!" Ling Feng felt a pang in his heart, knowing that this Liu Jiang's defensive power must have reached an extremely strong level, "Since this is the case, then let's compete in defense!"

After a dragon roar, there was actually another tiger roar on Ling Feng's side!

"Haha, this one is interesting, this Liu Jiang is a difficult character among the younger generation with his iron cloth kung fu, but I didn't expect to meet the master of cultivating the Golden Bell Jar in the first game!"

"Yes, there is a saying that 'the dragon roars in the iron cloth shirt, and the tiger roars in the golden bell jar', this one can be described as a dragon fight. However, looking at Ling Feng's size and momentum, Heng Lian Xiu should be under Liu Jiang, it is estimated that if he really fights hard, after ten moves, he will be defeated by Liu Jiang!"

"Good boy, you actually dare to fight Lao Tzu!" Liu Jiang saw that Ling Feng actually used the martial arts golden bell jar, with a posture of wanting to fight with himself, and immediately looked disdainful, waving his fist, and attacking Ling Feng like Mount Tai pressing the top.

Ling Feng didn't dodge either, facing Liu Jiang's fist, it was also a punch.

Although Ling Feng's fist was obviously one punch smaller than Liu Jiang's, but the two fists were on top of each other, and the dark energy exploded, Ling Feng's body shook slightly, and Liu Jiang was as steady as Mount Tai, with a look of disdain on his face, and then withdrew his fist and punched out again. However, just before the second punch was struck, Liu Jiang's face changed color, and then his body shook, and he took three steps back, showing a strange and painful complex expression on his face.

At this time, Ling Feng was unforgiving, his figure flashed, and it was another punch, Liu Jiang gritted his teeth and stubbornly punched him, but this time, Liu Jiang directly took six steps back, and his arms began to tremble constantly.

Seeing this, the military took a step forward to stop Ling Feng from making another move, and then announced: "In the fifth game, Ling Feng wins!"