The most prosperous place in Qingyang Town, the pennant covers the air, and the crowd is crowded.

On the competition platform in the center, there is a nine-foot-long and three-foot-wide brocade, which reads: Qingyang Town Martial Arts Contest and Selection Conference!

"Today, it is the triennial martial arts competition in Qingyang Town, and the champion of the martial arts competition, as in previous years, will be in charge of the entire commercial income of Qingyang Town until the next competition champion is produced. ”

On the competition platform, the people of the Wen family and the Ye family have all arrived, but the Ximen family has not yet come.

"Master Ye, although our two families had some unhappiness because of Ye Feng before, let's not mention it for the time being, how about we discuss it after the martial arts competition is over?"

Seeing Ye Wentian's cold face, Wen Baili said magnanimously.

"The head of the Wen family is serious, everything that happens, Ye will definitely make a difference, please rest assured that the head of the Wen family will do it. It's just that the Simon family hasn't come yet, so we need to have a temporary countermeasure. ”

"I've already arranged for someone to go to Simon's house, and I'll be back after a while. ”

As he was talking, a middle-aged man rushed over, and the person who came was the person Wen Baili arranged to go to Ximen's house to report the news.

"Master, I have already met the head of Simon, and they are on their way. "Someone came to Wen Baili to report.

"The hour has passed, why hasn't anyone from Simon's family come yet?

"If you abstain, it is estimated that the Wen family will definitely win, Wen Yanji, the genius of the Wen family, heard that he has broken through the middle level of quenching, and he is already a high-level cultivation of quenching. ”

"I also agree, Ye Fei of the Ye family heard that he was still at the peak of the middle level of quenching some time ago, I don't know if he has broken through now?"

The time had passed for the start of the competition, but Simon's family had not yet arrived, and the crowd began to talk.

Just when the crowd was talking about it, a group of people in mourning clothes walked towards the competition platform, it was the people of Simon's family.

"The head of the Wen family, the head of the Ye family, let you wait for a long time, there were some changes in the Ximen family yesterday, so I was late, and I still look at Haihan!"

Ximen Jinhong greeted the two masters on the competition platform from afar, and his voice was high-pitched and loud.

We have all heard about the young master of the Simon family, if there is anything we need help, the head of the Simon family should give orders!"

Wen Baili was the first to echo.

"Since the head of the Simon family is here, please hurry up and preside over it. Ye Wentian said to Ximen Jinhong with an expressionless face.

Since the champion of the last session was the Ximen family, the host was still Ximen Jinhong.

Ximen Jinhong did not speak, and jumped from above the crowd to the competition platform.

"Fellow villagers in Qingyang Town, the Ximen family was attacked by the demon beasts attracted by the demon girl of the Barren Mountain Range yesterday, so I hope you will forgive me. Now, I announce the start of the Qingyang Town martial arts competition, and Ximen Ao, the housekeeper of Ximen's house, will read out the rules of the competition. ”

After speaking, Ximen Jinhong retreated to the viewing area and sat down, and Ximen Ao, the housekeeper accompanying Ximen's family, walked to the front of the stage.

"Now I announce the rules of the martial arts competition, the competition implements a challenge method, and the martial artists of each family participating in the competition must not be more than 17 years old, and the cultivation is above the initial level of quenching. Free to go on stage, the winner advances to the next round, the loser is out, and the champion is finally decided. ”

"Good............ Let's get started. A loud shout from the crowd interrupted Ximenao's speech, and Ximenao's fierce gaze scanned the crowd.

The crowd fell silent instantly.

Ximen Ao continued to announce: "This tournament is the same as in previous years, the champion family will take over the commercial income of Qingyang Town for three years until the next tournament. ”

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"The rules are announced, and the jousting begins. ”

A burst of thunderous applause and shouts announced the official start of the competition.

I saw a young man in a yellow robe flying onto the stage, he clasped his fists and shouted: "Ye Sikong is not talented, come to take the lead." Dare to ask which brother is willing to give advice?"

"In Xia Wen Xiaocheng came to learn!"

Another teenager walked out of the crowd, jumped to the competition platform, and hugged his wrists as his chest.

In the blink of an eye, the two were in a group.

The audience cheered.

"One palm!" Within a few rounds of fighting, Ye Sikong used his gatekeeping skills.

Wen Xiaocheng received a solid slap, and his body flew off the competition platform in the air.

There was a cheer.

"I didn't expect Ye Sikong to be very powerful, and he knocked Wen Xiaocheng out of the martial arts platform in a few rounds, it stands to reason that both of him are at the peak of the initial level of quenching, there shouldn't be such a big disparity, right?"

The crowd was discussing the results of the battle just now, and suddenly heard a shout from the crowd: "Look, Wen Dacheng has come to the stage." ”

With the shouting, people turned their eyes to the jousting platform.

Wen Dacheng swept to the stage and did not stand firm. Ye Sikong raised his hand and used the "One Palm", but Wen Dacheng did not dodge, and also hit it with a palm in the air.

"Bang!" palms face each other.

With a loud bang, Ye Sikong took five or six steps backwards.

As soon as he stabilized his figure, Wen Dacheng slapped another volley in the air, and seeing that there was no way to hide, he struck hard.

There was a loud bang again, and Ye Sikong's body flew out directly, falling on the edge of the competition platform, blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.

"Ye Sikong, stand up! Ye Sikong, stand up!" The audience shouted cheers for Ye Sikong.

In the midst of the chanting, he stood up again, and Wen Dacheng raised his palm again.

"Stop!" a deep voice came.

Wen Dacheng was stunned, and an obese young man, carrying a big hammer on his shoulder, jumped on the competition platform.

"He's already defeated, let me Ye Wuji meet you. Choose a weapon!"

"Dacheng, catch it!" Wen Sicong in the audience shook his hands, and a ghost-headed knife was already caught in Wen Dacheng's hand.

Ye Sikong stood up from the stage and was helped off the competition platform.

And Ye Wuji was no longer polite, and directly smashed at Wen Dacheng with a hammer.

He has reached the realm of the initial level of quenching his body, and this hammer has at least eight hundred catties of strength.

"Overlord Knife!"

Wen Dacheng, who was also at the peak of the initial level of quenching, did not hesitate, first dodged to the side, and then slashed towards Ye Wuji's shoulder.

"Thunderbolt!"

But Ye Wuji was faster, and the hammer hit the opponent's big knife with a "bell".

Wen Dacheng's arm was numb, and the big knife fell to the ground. In his moment's astonishment, Ye Wuji's thick legs had already kicked him in the abdomen.

Hearing Dacheng's scream, he flew off the stage, obviously seriously injured.

Wen Sicong, who was standing on the side, couldn't bear it anymore, swept away lightly, floated up to the middle of the competition platform, and didn't speak, his long sword stabbed straight at Ye Wuji.

Although Wen Sicong is not as good as his brother Wen Yanji, he is already a middle-level cultivator. It seems to be a light and fluttering sword, but its power is thousands of catties, and the power is infinite.

Ye Wuji responded in a hurry, but he didn't want the opponent's sword, and suddenly stabbed himself in the shoulder, his arm was numb, and the thunderbolt hammer also "clanged" to the ground.

"Wen Sicong wins!" Simon shouted proudly.

The fierce battle on the stage drew waves of cheers from the audience.

Wen Sicong turned around and walked to the side, and Ye Fei slowly came to the stage.

"Wait!"

With a clear roar, a stout young man flew up to the stage and said to Wen Sicong: "Sicong, you are not his opponent, let me come!"

Everyone held their breath, and it was the main event. No one thought that two of the four geniuses of Qingyang Town would match each other so quickly.

"It's really unexpected that the two masters are about to face off so soon!" Wen Baili said to Ye Wentian with a sneer.

Ye Wentian didn't speak, but he began to worry in his heart: so quickly, he forced Ye Fei to make a move, and none of the people from the Ximen family came up, and the Ye family's chances of winning were getting smaller and smaller.

On the competition platform, Wen Yanji was bare-handed, staring at Ye Fei with his eyes.

Ye Fei pulled out the long sword in his hand, the tip of the sword shook in the air, and he flew towards Wen Yanji with a loud shout.

I saw that Ye Fei's sword conjured into countless phantoms, stabbing at Wen Yanji with a fierce wind.

Wen Yanji's face was expressionless, and he looked at his opponent's swordsmanship with full attention. Suddenly, he jumped and slapped down with one palm, pressing Ye Fei directly.

Ye Fei's figure flashed, and he stabbed out a sword diagonally like lightning.

"Jin Dunjue!"

Ye Fei's superb sword was dodged by Wen Yanji. Without waiting for Ye Fei to come back to his senses and stand firm, immediately after, Wen Yanji pushed out his palms and slapped at Ye Fei.

Ye Fei only felt that there was an overwhelming force rushing towards him, and by the time he wanted to dodge, it was too late.

With a "bang-" sound, Ye Fei spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his body flew straight towards the crowd. Both of them have already entered the advanced level of quenching, with the strength of 10,000 catties, if they are replaced by a middle-level martial artist who is quenched, I am afraid that they will be killed on the spot.

"Wen Yan Jisheng!" Ximen said with an expressionless face.

There was silence for a while, and everyone didn't realize that the duel between the two masters was over, the duel between the masters, seizing the opportunity, could end the battle in an instant, and if it was on the battlefield, it would kill in an instant.

After a moment of silence, thunderous applause and shouts rang out from the audience again.

Ye Wentian's expression became more and more solemn.

Three years ago, the Ye family was defeated by the Ximen family, and this year it was defeated by the Wen family. Who is capable of turning the tide and helping the Ye family to fall on the verge of collapse?

At this time, Ye Wentian's mind was turning rapidly, among the disciples of the Ye family, who else was outstanding except Ye Fei?

"Is there anyone in the Ye family who has come on stage to compete?" Wen Yanji shouted on the martial arts platform, very arrogant.

I don't know when, there was already a person standing not far behind him, only to hear the other party say coldly: "Guy with no one in his eyes, see how I teach you!"

As soon as the words landed, the figure floated in and punched out. He is Ximen Feng, one of the four geniuses, like Ye Fei and Wen Yanji, they are all high-level martial artists who quench their bodies, and their strength can break 10,000 catties.

Hearing that Yanji was shocked, he hurriedly used the "Golden Escape Trick" to dodge.

"Wind Thunder Fist!"

Ximen Feng pressed step by step, punching like lightning, the momentum was overwhelming, and on the competition platform, the fight between the two aroused a gust of wind.

A bang!

A strong wind stirred up, Wen Yanji's body flew towards the stage like a kite with a broken string, it turned out that under Ximen Feng's heavy hands, Wen Yanji was actually broken a few ribs.

Wen Baili caught Wen Yanji in the air, glanced at the northwest wind on the competition platform, his face was pale, and his beard was open.

"Ximen Fengsheng! Who else has come up to the stage to challenge? Who else has come to the stage to challenge?" Ximen Ao shouted several times in a row, and no one in the audience dared to go on stage.

"Ximen Feng is amazing, at a young age, he is a high-level quenching body, and he is also one of the four geniuses. ”

"I guess no one dares to go up anymore, the wind in Ximen is too strong, whoever goes up is looking for death!"

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There was a heated discussion in the crowd, everyone, you look at me, I look at you, but no one stood up to challenge Ximen Feng.

"There are more than 100 people in the Ye family, can't they find a single person to fight again? Providence, providence! God helps 'Ximen' and doesn't help 'Ye'!"

Ip Man looked up to the sky and sighed......