Under the stone platform, a slightly lonely figure sat quietly, he did not look at the wonderful competition on the stone platform, but stared at the sky, his eyes were full of unyielding fighting spirit. After suffering from discrimination and insults from his peers, he cultivated harder than ordinary people. This young man's name is Zhou Qian, and he has already won the top 16, but his goal is far more than that.

A red figure and a black figure on the stone platform were rapidly staggering. It's clear that the two are having a match. The name of the woman in red is He Jingru, the woman's appearance is extremely good, but between the slender willow eyebrows, there is a trace of heroism, and with that fiery red suit, it looks heroic and cool, and others have a strange charm. Many men in the audience also looked at this woman with burning eyes, and even her opponent's eyes were revealing strange colors at this moment.

This is a competition between the young disciples of the Martial Spirit Sect every three years. Every time this kind of competition not only attracts the active participation of young disciples, but even some elders and even elders attach great importance to it. In each competition, some disciples who are usually unknown stand out. They are now in the race for the top eight.

Hundreds of figures sat quietly under the stone platform, this was a group of slightly young boys and girls, and at this time, they were all serious and tightly wide-eyed, staring intently at the two figures on the stone platform that were quickly staggered. The breeze blew quietly, and the clothes fluttered, but it was a little spectacular.

The man in black in the field looked at the woman in red with a hint of admiration, but now was obviously not the time for him to show his love. He took a deep breath, and then said, "Senior Sister He, be careful!" "Senior Brother Shen, please give me advice. ”

The man in black used all his strength and slashed at his opponent with a sword. It was a martial art often used by the young disciples of the Martial Spirit Sect, and the power was extremely not weak. But a sneer appeared on He Jingru's little face, and a sword skillfully picked up the long sword in the opponent's hand, and a palm was fiercely imprinted on the opponent's body. The man immediately fell to the ground, and a mouthful of blood could not help but spurt out from his mouth. The man sighed helplessly: "I lost this battle, Senior Sister He really got it, admire and admire!" "Senior Brother Shen is humble, Senior Sister, I'm just lucky." ”

A referee judged the entry and said lightly: "He Jingru won this battle." In the next competition, Wang Qing fought against Zhou Qian. ”

It's a race with a mismatched reputation. Wang Qing ranked ninth in the last competition, and he is also very famous among the younger generation. And Zhou Qian was quite low-key, and he didn't even participate in the last competition, and the only thing that made him famous was his identity - the only person in the sect who was born as the son of a Jiangyang thief. At present, this competition has not yet begun, and almost everyone is not optimistic about Zhou Qian.

"This son of a thief is so lucky, he has been encountering waste, but this time he was not so lucky. ”

"When he met Senior Brother Wang Qing, he was bound to lose. ”

"It's already his honor to be able to teach Senior Brother Wang Qing, what is his identity, and what is Senior Brother Wang Qing's identity!"

Some noble-born disciples commented unscrupulously, and there was no lack of contempt for Zhou Qian in their eyes.

Some of the disciples from civilian backgrounds were indignant.

"Senior Brother Zhou Qian, come on, defeat that guy. ”

"Down with him and see how arrogant those guys are in the future. ’

There are many contradictions between noble disciples and commoner disciples in the Martial Spirit Sect, and many noble disciples look down on commoner disciples. Due to the profound background and rich resources of noble disciples, their strength is often higher than that of commoner disciples. Civilian disciples are not less discriminated against and bullied by them.

In this competition, Zhou Gan's opponents were not strong, and he successfully entered the top 16 all the way. Many people think that he is lucky, including Wang Qing.

Wang Qing glanced at Zhou Qian lightly at this moment, and the disdain in his eyes was undisguised. He has decided that this battle will be resolved quickly, without any suspense, and he will win overwhelmingly.

As the sound of the start of the competition sounded, Wang Qing rushed out like a sharp sword and launched a fierce attack on Zhou Gan. And Zhou Qian had a calm face, defending against dripping water. At present, I have fought more than 100 moves, and I still can't see the winner. Wang Qing's face was gloomy, Zhou Qian took so many tricks from him, and he still didn't show defeat, which was simply an insult to him. Wang Qing took a deep breath and decided to use a trick to clean him up.

I saw that Wang Qing held the long sword with both hands in the field, and stabbed out with the strength of his whole body, and the power of the sword made the people in the audience can't help but shout "good". Not only were the young disciples impressed, but even the elders sitting in the seats nodded slightly.

"I didn't expect Senior Brother Wang's cultivation to have reached the seventh level of the Qi cultivation period, and he really deserves to be one of the top ten existences among the younger generation. ”

"Yes, Senior Brother Wang is amazing. ”

"Now, the boy is going to be unlucky that week. ”

The people in the audience looked at Wang Qing with admiration, but no one looked at the man surnamed Zhou in green clothes.

However, the unlucky boy in their mouths had a calm face, and the long sword in his hand gently blocked everything, not only taking Wang Qing's attack, but also forcing him to scramble with that counterattack. Everyone on and off the stage looked at the scene on the stage with a surprised expression, obviously they didn't expect this.

Wang Qing's face was gloomy, he thought that this move would solve the opponent, but he didn't expect the other party to follow easily. "It seems that Senior Brother Zhou has made a lot of progress in the past few years. It seems that you can't win without a trick. ”

"Senior Brother Wang, please!" the man in Tsing Yi smiled lightly.

Wang Qing slashed his sword horizontally, all the breath in his body converged, and then he slashed out with all his strength. "The big jade sword technique, a sword breaks through the clouds. ”

The man in Tsing Yi frowned, and then the long sword slashed out, drawing out five sword lights, which made it extremely beautiful.

I saw that the big jade sword technique barely blocked the three sword lights, the fourth sword light knocked the long sword in his hand away, and the fifth sword light stopped on his forehead. Cold sweat broke out on Wang Qing's face, he knew that if the other party didn't stop, he would be dead. "I lost, Senior Brother Zhou is really extraordinary, admire and admire. ”

"Senior Brother Wang has won the prize, Senior Brother, I just won by luck. ”

A referee hurriedly swept down, glanced at the two people in the field with strange eyes, and then said: "Zhou Qiansheng won this competition." ”

The people in the audience were also shocked, obviously they didn't expect this result at all. Wang Qing ranked ninth among the young disciples, although he was not at the peak, but he was also outstanding, but this time he was defeated by the discredited Zhou Qian.

"I didn't expect Senior Brother Zhou's Moonlight Spirit Splitting Sword to be able to emit five sword lights, but I can only emit three. And every one of his sword lights is more powerful than mine. ”

"Yes, Senior Brother Zhou is really the big dark horse in this competition. ”

But there were also people who were dissatisfied and disdainful of his performance.

"Hmph! The thief's son really has two hits. ”

"He's just lucky, what can he do. ”

"It's better not to run into me in the next game, or don't blame me for being ruthless. ’

It turned out that this Zhou Qian was the son of Zhou Kui, a Jiangyang thief. After Zhou Kui's death, he was rescued by an elder of the Wuling Sect, and then bowed to his subordinates. And the children of the wealthy families in the Martial Spirit Sect all looked down on the son of this big thief, and only some civilian disciples had some friendship with him.

Wang Qing, who walked off the stone platform, glanced at Zhou Qian with a gloomy face, and then withdrew his gaze. This defeat to Zhou Gan, who he had always looked down on, hit him hard, and he hated him completely because he was not broad-minded.

At the moment, Zhou Qian obviously didn't care about the comments of these people, he knew that he had entered the top eight in this competition, and he had begun to emerge among the younger generation, and this top eight was not his real goal, and what he played today was not his real strength. He looked up at his teacher, who smiled and nodded at him. Then Zhou Qian slowly withdrew from the venue.