"Isn't this tantamount to a petty fight?" Wei Feng asked. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"That is, there is no need for martial arts exchanges between first-level disciples. "Circumferential passage.

"Haha, if only it were my turn to compete on stage. "Meng Yao is very yearning for this, and he has been practicing martial arts with Wei Feng very much recently, and he can't even fight for a while.

The competition between the two sects had nothing to do with the Dharma Palace, and after chatting for a while, the matter was over.

Three days later, the tournament was officially held, and Kan Ze personally came over and asked Wei Feng and Meng Yao to come over to watch, because they were both martial artists.

"Deacon Kan, the Dharma Palace is very busy, so don't go to join in the fun. Zhou Fatong resigned.

"The head of the sect has an order, all martial artists must participate, observe and learn, and improve the level of fighting. Kan Ze said.

"How many days is it going to be?"

"One day!"

"Okay, bring them back early. Zhou Fatong nodded, and if he didn't agree, it would inevitably arouse suspicion.

After a little preparation, Wei Feng took Meng Yao to participate in the event. The high platform of the competition is set up on the martial arts training ground, the visual measurement is more than five meters high, the pure wooden structure, quite strong, more than 100 martial artists of Qingyunmen, all present at the scene, the voice of the people is boiling, and the excitement is extraordinary.

Meng Yao wanted to go to the front row, but was stopped by Wei Feng, a first-class martial artist, still a girl, what kind of fun, just take a look at the outermost stage.

On both sides of the high platform of the martial arts, there are ten people seated, all wearing neat warrior costumes, representing the Suzaku Gate and the Qingyun Gate.

The warrior costume of the Suzaku Gate is very distinctive, the overall vermilion, a big bird embroidered on the back, and the deacon at the lead, thin and withered, with a black face, and two eyes that turn straight.

This side is led by Kan Ze, and among the nine selected martial artists of each stage, there is Xu Meng who is sitting in danger, representing the first-level and first-stage martial artists to participate in the battle.

Wei Feng couldn't help but smile, but he really wanted to see what kind of bear Xu Meng would be beaten into.

On one side of the competition platform, there is a small platform, the same height, long shape, with more than a dozen chairs on it, and the chair in the middle is obviously one size larger.

With a loud whistle, the scene quieted down, and Qiao Ran slowly came to the scene with the deacons in the door.

Sure enough, the small high platform was prepared for them, and the group jumped up and landed on the platform silently, Qiao Ran lifted the hem of his clothes, his face sank like water, and sat steadily in the middle.

The rest of the deacons sat down according to their positions, and the chair on the far right was still empty.

It's not Kan Ze's position, he is the master who leads the team, besides, Kan Ze is deeply valued by Qiao Ran, and he will never be ranked last.

Qiao Ran looked around at the disciples below, and suddenly said, "Is Deacon Wei here?"

Everyone below was stunned, where was another deacon, Meng Yao reacted quickly, and whispered to Wei Feng: "The head is calling you!"

"I'm a named deacon, and I'm not qualified to sit on it. Wei Feng waved his hand.

"I'm talking about Deacon Wei, our Qingyunmen is the only one with your surname Wei!" Meng Yao muttered quietly, she was looking forward to Wei Feng sitting on it majestically, thinking about it, she would have face.

"You heard me wrong!"

"Wei Feng, why don't you make a sound?" Qiao Ran directly called out his name.

"Master, I'm just named, how dare I agree casually. Wei Feng said.

"The named deacon is also a deacon, come up!" Qiao Ran was unquestionable.

In the envious eyes of everyone, Wei Feng passed through the crowd and came to the bottom of the high platform, there was a ladder on the competition platform, but there was no place for the small high platform to step on, Wei Feng looked up and made a difficulty, and he couldn't go up at all.

Qiao Ran looked down at Wei Feng like this for ten seconds, and then he instructed a deacon beside him, "Bring Deacon Wei up." ”

The deacon immediately flew down, grabbed Wei Feng's arm, and dragged him to the platform.

There was no laughter, Wei Feng was just a third-level martial artist, and it was normal for him not to be able to jump, but it was a young man with this kind of cultivation who sat in a row with a group of second-level martial artists over thirty years old, and it seemed out of place.

Wei Feng sat down and looked at the rows of heads below, feeling very unhappy, and felt like he was being teased.

"Everyone is here, let's start the competition!" Qiao Ran said in a loud voice.

A long table was moved, Kan Ze and the deacon of the Suzaku Gate immediately stepped forward, each took out a bag of spirit stones and put them on it, and the head of the accounting room came, opened the spirit stones, and counted them publicly.

In the middle grade spirit stone, each side gave 900 yuan, Wei Feng suddenly realized, this is not only a competition, but also a gamble between the two sects.

After confirming that the spirit stone was correct, the competition officially began, and a female disciple who had just entered the second-level martial artist swept onto the high platform and loudly announced the rules of the competition.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this competition is a rare opportunity for exchange between Qingyunmen and Suzaku Gate, in line with the principle of meeting friends with martial arts, the two sides point to the end, do not hurt people, fall off the high platform, that is, failure. ”

After the woman finished speaking, she immediately got off the field, and two first-level nine-stage martial artists swept onto the high platform, because the colors of their clothes were different, it was easy to distinguish the sects.

This kind of martial arts rules from high to low made Wei Feng quite speechless, which was completely inconsistent with the audience's habits.

The two warriors bowed to each other, and soon opened the stance, you come and go, fighting together.

In the end, it is the first level and the ninth stage, and the qi released between each other is already quite violent, and the two are not fighting in close combat, they are completely competing with the palm wind.

Bang bang bang!

A muffled sound kept coming from the stage, and the figures of the two were extremely fast, their feet drifting, palm after palm, violently docking, dazzling.

Wei Feng swept away the unhappiness just now, and looked at it with relish, because the position was parallel, it was unique, and it was extremely clear, and the disciples below were boiling, gearing up, eager to try, and constantly sending out bursts of applause.

The participants of the Vermilion Bird Gate were gradually forced to the edge of the high platform, however, the figure of this person suddenly fluttered, passed through the oncoming several palm winds, and with the help of force, swept a palm, and knocked the participants of the Qingyun Gate off the high platform.

The alien wins, wins first.

The disciples of Qingyun Sect felt that their faces were dull and sighed constantly, and the leader and deacon of the Vermilion Bird Sect smiled widely, and the nine hundred spirit stones were in hand.

Qiao Ran's face was unwavering, and he didn't react, but Kan Ze was displeased, as the host, he lost the battle above, which was really embarrassing.

The game continued, and the two sides each handed over 800 medium-grade spirit stones as a bet, and two first-level and eight-stage martial artists came on the field.

After a fierce battle, the participants of Qingyunmen lost again, and the bet was taken away by Suzaku Gate.

Wei Feng frowned slightly, these two martial artists of the Vermilion Bird Gate were neat and strong, especially the kung fu of moving under their feet, far above the contestants of the Qingyun Gate.

In such a game, it's no wonder if you don't lose, didn't Qiao Rancheng estimate this situation?

The game continued, and in the seven-dan martial arts competition, Qingyunmen finally pulled back a game and knocked the opponent off the high platform, which boosted morale, but the sixth-dan and fifth-dan games continued to lose.

Wei Feng calculated, at this moment, Qingyunmen had already lost two thousand one hundred medium-grade spirit stones, and he couldn't win it back no matter what.