The Bashu Provincial Martial Arts Competition, because there are five teams in each group, is much more dense than the Youth Cup in each city.

Basically, there will be about three in a day.

Compared with Li Changqing's overwhelming victory, the battles in other groups will be more anxious most of the time.

Each side sends five elite players, so that the time of each game is between one hour and two hours.

After defeating the ferry team in the first round, Li Changqing did not play again, and instead gave up the stage to Sun Sheng.

He chose to play in the fifth finale of each race to avoid the team overturning in the gutter.

After Sun Sheng was strengthened by the second phase of the project, it was difficult for ordinary martial artists to pose a threat to him.

In four consecutive group games, Li Changqing did not have a chance to shoot again.

But with his seclusion, the topic of who is stronger and who is weak in old magic and psionic energy has become more and more hot.

The rising odds of the favourites mean that in the eyes of most viewers and warriors, the status of the old art has gradually surpassed that of psionic energy.

This is something that must not be accepted by the White Day and the Blue Star Martial Arts Association.

Inside the dojo.

"The results of the grouping are out?" Li Changqing took over the schedule of this knockout round from Sun Sheng.

"The top half? The grouping was pretty good this time. ”

There are a total of 16 teams, divided into two halves.

Group A was assigned to play against Group D, and Group B was assigned to Group C.

Among them, the first place in each group will play against the fourth place in the other group, and then the second place will play against the third place.

"Our opponents in the knockout round are not bad, the total points are ranked 13th in the province, and they are okay."

Li Changqing casually put the schedule away, and he shook his head indifferently.

"We won't face any opponents until the semi-finals, so let's warm up."

The provincial schedule is more beneficial for the teams that perform better.

The group finishes first, and the quarter-finals face the fourth place in the next group, so there is basically no pressure.

The five core members took turns to play, and there has not been an upset for so many years.

With this kind of difference in strength levels, it is a fluke to be able to win a wheel battle, not to mention that there are five people on the other side.

The opponents in the quarterfinals are not much of a problem, and the winners of the second and third places, although there is a possibility of upset, still have the winning percentage of the first place in the group.

The only opponent may be the winner of Group D in the quarter-finals.

According to the usual game practice, basically the top four of the provincial competition will be the first of the four groups, and occasionally there will be one or two upsets, but it is basically the second place in the group to enter the top.

Because of this, like provincial martial arts competitions, before and after the quarterfinals, the popularity of the competition will change dramatically, and the degree of discussion will skyrocket several times in an instant.

Evenly matched games are most likely to have unexpected situations, and accidents are usually the most popular images for spectators.

Glancing at the schedule, Li Changqing frowned.

"Oh, it's a game for the ferry team today?"

The ferry team, as the first team to be directly penetrated by Li Changqing, was no longer able to attract his attention.

But what made Li Changqing care was not this, he had already seen the other people in the ferry team.

What Li Changqing cares about the most is a new name that appeared in the knockout squad of the ferry team.

Yang Zhiming's three words are extremely conspicuous.

"Are you going to watch a game?" Sun Sheng asked.

Li Changqing put down the schedule in his hand.

"Of course, I also want to know what will happen when Yang Zhiming completes the second phase of the seed program."

Sun Sheng looked at Li Changqing's side face.

"You're confident?"

Li Changqing smiled lightly.

"In this provincial competition, my goal is to prove to everyone that old magic is no worse than psionic ability."

Bashu Provincial Martial Arts Competition, No. 7 Ring.

There are still countless airships in the sky, and this time the number of media has nearly doubled compared to the group stage.

Basically, the media that can be named in Bashu Province have come, and compared with the past provincial competitions, the attention is much greater.

Unlike the group stage, there are four extremely large airships in the ring.

The shape of these four airships is very unique, with a spherical shape, and if you look closely, you can see that each of the windows under the airship is a large room of its own.

Because of this provincial competition, the No. 7 ring originally prepared for the upper martial artists was chosen.

Because the movement of the battle of the high-ranking martial artists is too terrifying, it is difficult to guarantee that it will not affect the surrounding area at all.

Therefore, when this ring was built, the audience was not considered at all.

In order to keep the audience engaged, airships were used as an alternative.

As a result, the already high ticket prices this year have been made more expensive because of the appearance of Li Changqing.

Commentary seats.

Bai Ci is still firmly seated, but this time, the two commentators beside him, including the host, have all been replaced.

In the eyes of the Blue Star Martial Arts Association, there is no room for anyone who brags about the existence of old arts.

The natives of Bashu, because of Li Changqing's genius performance in the past, are now all old tricks, which is a fact that Bai Bai Ci and others cannot accept.

"Mr. Bai, do you think it is possible to cause an upset in the quarterfinals this time?"

Bai Bai Ci seemed to have completely forgotten the shame of being slapped in the face before, and said as if nothing happened:

"Although the opponent of the ferry team is not low in the province, and the third place in the group is completely unlucky, but there is still a gap compared to them, and it is basically impossible to cause an upset."

If the commentary of his partner this time is still the previous two, it will inevitably follow up immediately.

In the previous group stage, the ferry team lost to the Rongshi team in the same group.

But this time, the commentary is all my own people.

"What Mr. Bai said is very reasonable, the martial arts competition is different from other competitions, the five main players, there is basically no possibility of an upset."

"Yes, after all, if you want to cause an upset, you need to defeat five more powerful martial artists, even if it is Tian Ji's horse racing tactics, there is no room for maneuver."

At this moment, the barrage in the live broadcast room has been frantically swiping.

The words "the Rongshi team is the first in the group" completely occupied the entire screen, but Bai Tianci was unmoved.

Since the last hard mouth was completed, he has been completely shameless.

Looking at the camera, Bai Tianci couldn't see any emotion on his face, he swept the list of Xikang in front of him, and his heart was completely relieved.

"However, although this game will not be an upset, there will definitely be no shortage of highlights, and the audience who bought tickets to come to the scene will be glad that you have made the most correct choice."

"Let's wait and see."

The barrage in the live broadcast room grew wildly again, the repeater disappeared, and the audience began to play freely.

[It's selling off again, right, I remember the last time the group stage was over, he said he would wait and see. 】

[Harm, I think it's a hard mouth. I'm glad to be on the scene, no matter how exciting this game is, can there be Li Changqing's excitement? 】

[Yes, yes, when will the next Chengdu team play, I want to grab tickets!] Li Changqing is so handsome, he feels like a fairy, he wants the wind to come, and he wants the rain to come, which is much better than these muscle stick fights. 】

Completely ignoring the barrage, the corners of his mouth were outlined during the day, and he looked at the list on the table, his mood was very stable.

Seeing this, the two commentators immediately began to hand over topics according to the previously rehearsed script.

"Mr. Bai, can you give us an analysis of the lineup of the ferry team this time?"

"After all, their captain, Yue Tongfeng, was seriously injured in the previous game due to his own reasons, and he has not fully recovered yet."

"Yue Tongfeng, I said last time, he can't." Bai Ji Ci began his performance.

"He has mastered a trace of spiritual energy, and he actually lost to Li Changqing, which is enough to show that his strength is far from being as strong as the outside world estimates."

"But this time, the ferry team is different."

"What's the difference?" The host also began to praise him.

Bai Bai Ci leaned back, leaned back in his chair, and spoke in an extremely confident tone:

"Before, for some reason, their team was not in full condition, but this time, on the first day of the ferry, one of the strongest Tianjiao in the entire Bashu Province, Yang Zhiming returned."

The barrage is starting to change again.

"Is it better than Li Changqing?"

This time, the caliber of all the viewers is quite unified, and the most hated names given during the day frequently appear in front of them.

He took a deep breath and uttered the shocking words in his mouth again.

"I can say that this ferry team, even if it meets the previous Rongshi team, has a great possibility of winning."

"Li Changqing may not be able to compare with Yang Zhiming."

Completely ignoring the barrage, Daytime gave him a look up at the ring.

At this moment, the opponent of the ferry team, the starting player of the Yangcheng team, has already stood in the ring.

"It's actually Feng Xiaohui, Yangcheng sent their captain, it looks like they plan to fight the ferry, this is to play a style, not to fight for the possibility of qualifying?"

The other commentator shook his head.

"I don't think it's right, although the probability of defeating the ferry is too low, but it is impossible for Yangcheng to give up, and now the ferry team still has three median five-star martial artists, one median four-star, and Yang Zhiming, whose strength is not clear."

"And Yangcheng's strength segmentation is too obvious, Feng Xiaohui is also a senior median five-star, but his team strength is too weak, there are only four median three-star left besides him, maybe he wants to replicate Li Changqing's feat?"

"I'm not optimistic."

As the two sang and harmonized, the first contestant of the ferry team also stepped into the ring.

Young face, extremely handsome facial features, plus that elegant temperament.

"Yang Zhiming! Yang Zhiming! Yang Zhiming! ”

On the airships around, there was the shouting of the fan girl.

Not only can he fight, but he is also handsome.

The number of Yang Zhiming's fans, Sun Sheng and Cao Feng both had to be crushed when they were tied up.

Only Li Changqing, who has been called an immortal at this moment, can suppress Yang Zhiming.

The barrage in the live broadcast room has also temporarily become a carnival for Yang Zhiming's fans.

After all, a martial artist with good character, strong strength, and handsome looks will never be bad in popularity.

"Do you have any opinions?"

Two warriors came to the stage, and the host hurriedly asked.

"I feel that Yang Zhiming is not easy to fight." One of the commentators shook his head.

"After all, his opponent is a senior median five-star, and perhaps the best result is to lose both, and then Yang Zhiming lets his teammates harvest."

"What does Mr. Bai think?" The host looked at Bai Shi again.

The latter chuckled.

"There is no doubt that Yang Zhiming will win."

"Really?" The host made a surprised expression.

"Then let's wait and see, I hope Mr. Bai's vision can be as sharp as before."

In the ring.

Yang Zhiming's face was light, and he looked at Feng Xiaofeng who was standing in front of him.

Suddenly, under the gaze of the other party, he bowed slightly.

Well?

Feng Xiaohui frowned, he didn't understand what Yang Zhiming meant.

The latter straightened his waist, remembering that when he left the research institute before, as the second stage, the three high-ranking martial artists gave themselves the exchange of customized supernatural power prototypes.

Yang Zhiming sighed.

"I'm sorry, Senior Feng, I'm going to be rude today."

He had now fully understood that he had become a pawn in the confrontation between the old art sect and the psionic faction.

But Yang Zhiming couldn't resist, as a player in the seed plan, he naturally stood on the side of psionic energy.

Although for Li Changqing, he only has admiration and catch-up in his heart.

But at this moment, he also had to make a move.

And Feng Xiaohui is the victim of all this.

He wants to step on the other party's upper position.

He actually didn't like letting Yang Zhiming do such a thing, but the road of martial arts was originally a competition from all walks of life.

The prototype of supernatural powers, no warrior can refuse.

Neither can he, Yang Zhiming.

The referee came between the two.

"Need a blade?"

Feng Xiaohui took it upon himself to pull out a ring-headed knife directly.

Under the gaze of countless cameras, Yang Zhiming smiled, and then shook his head slightly.

"I don't need to."

The audience was in an uproar.

Exclamations of surprise came from the four giant airships.

Commentary seats.

Both commentators were taken aback by Yang Zhiming's reaction.

"Well, why didn't he choose the blade? I remember that Yang Zhiming is not bad at blades. ”

"Yes, Feng Xiaofeng's realm is already higher than him, and he also chose the blade, under the advantages of one and the other, Yang Zhiming's chances of winning are too low."

In the live broadcast room, the audience also climaxed.

"Glass, huh?"

"Did he think he was Li Changqing? Others can use spells, but he can't, what is he pretending? ”

"I think he was stimulated by Li Changqing, but although everyone is a genius, the gap between geniuses and geniuses is sometimes bigger than that of people and dogs."

"Someone else is a martial arts master, what is your identity?"

Not only the audience, but Feng Xiaohui's face also swelled with anger.

He was underestimated by a junior.

Thinking of Yang Zhiming's inexplicable apology just now, Feng Xiaohui's face completely darkened.

Do you think you're Li Changqing?

The same thought welled up in his mind.

Only, given by day.

Looking at the boiling barrage, he was not in a hurry.

"Guys, did you say what I just said?" During the day, he gave a look of victory.

"Yang Zhiming is the same genius as Li Changqing, what the latter can do, the former can do better."

"Yang Zhiming doesn't use weapons, it's not arrogant."

"Rather, self-confidence!"

In the ring.

The referee also gave Yang Zhiming a strange look, and they quickly pushed the weapon rack away from the field.

Then raise your right hand.

"Eighth-of-elimination."

"Ferry to Yangcheng, first round."

"Game on!"

With the referee's order, the anger in Feng Xiaohui's heart exploded instantly.

A strong and tenacious will gathers all the mental power and visualizes the artistic conception.

Driven by anger, the qi and blood soared, and with the visualization of the artistic conception scroll, the limit was broken in an instant.

Came to a higher level.

Rumble!!!

The wind was torn apart in an instant, like a sonic boom, spreading in all directions.

A median five-star martial artist with a full force attack that contains anger.

Countless media pointed their cameras at Yang Zhiming, who stood leisurely in the ring.

The knife light is here.

Quickly enlarged in his child's hole.

The qi and blood are still strong, and the spiritual power is entrenched in the spiritual platform.

A new force that is incompatible with heaven and earth is entrenched in Yang Zhiming's heart.

Psionics!

The upper part is connected to the spirit, and the lower part is connected to the qi and blood.

The specific trajectory resonated instantly under the outline of Yang Zhiming's qi and blood and spiritual power.

In just an instant, his qi, blood, and spiritual power disappeared directly.

The psionic energy beating in the heart is a little sluggish.

Whew-

The wind is howling.

Blow the whole ring.

At the top of the mountain, Yang Zhiming's figure suddenly exchanged places with Feng Xiaohui.

Nothing seems to have happened.

But Feng Xiaohui Tong Kong was shocked, he lowered his head in disbelief, unable to accept the facts in front of him.

His hands were empty, and a line of blood spread down his throat, cutting through the skin of his entire midline.

Feng Xiaofeng still couldn't believe it, he slowly turned around.

At the same time, Yang Zhiming behind him also moved, his clothes and robes flew all over him, and he was originally unarmed, but at this moment he was holding a ring-headed knife.

This is the knife in Feng Xiaohui's hand!

"I'm ......" Feng Xiaohui's lips trembled, he looked at Yang Zhiming in front of him, and spit out those three words with difficulty.

"I, admit defeat."

！！！

In the commentary seat, the two commentators were dumbfounded, including the host, all of whom were stunned.

The barrage in the live broadcast room is only full of question marks.

Only Bai Tianci clasped his hands on his chest, he leaned back in the chair, and looked confidently at the camera in front of him.

After suppressing the anger of several days of aggrievedness, it was finally released perfectly at this moment.

Crush!

This is a pure dimensionality reduction blow!

"As I said, even if Li Changqing is standing in the ring, he can only be slaughtered in the face of the current Yang Zhiming."

Compared with before, Bai Tian Ci was even more bold in his statement.

From not necessarily winning, to being slaughtered by others.

But in the live broadcast room of the original mockery blockbuster, the barrage was only sporadic and a large area of pitch-black silence.

"Mr. Bai, that was ...... just now" The other two commentators couldn't imagine the scene in front of them.

Although they had already given the manuscript to Bai Bai before, they didn't expect that the opponent's hole cards were so strong.

"Yes, that's what you think." During the day, the corners of his mouth hooked a rampant smile.

"This is the prototype of supernatural powers!"

"It's still the best of them, a powerful ability to influence the laws of the world."

"Time, stop!"

When these words came out, the barrage flowed wildly again.

", Platinum Star. World! ”

"Yang Zhiming is actually a stand-in messenger?"

Compared with these spectators who played stalks, the martial artists who watched the game more, the balance in their hearts shook again.

"Can Li Changqing's Dao Yun be beaten?"

"It's hard to say, it's too perverted to stop time, I don't know how many seconds it is."

"Even if it's a second, it's against the sky, everyone is in the middle position, there is no essential difference in the body, Li Changqing is not defensive, Yang Zhiming can kill him three times in a second!"

"This, so the day gives no hard mouth?"

"It's really Yue Tongfeng, can't you?"

"Indeed, it should be Yue Tongfeng."

The Psionic Sect's counterattack came so quickly that in an instant, the martial artists who originally supported the old art disappeared visibly.

In less than two minutes, the barrage has all become.

"Magical powers!"

"Psionic awesome!"

"What kind of stinky fish and rotten shrimp are old techniques!"

This is martial arts.

Victory is greater than all sophistry, and it is enough to overwhelm all disadvantages.

Yang Zhiming won, time stopped invincible, and people couldn't think of how to defeat the supernatural power.

Reversed the tide in an instant.

No one will bother with whether Bai Tian Ci has a hard mouth, even if someone mentions it at the moment, it will only become Bai Tian Ci is far-sighted and sees through the bottoms of the old technique in advance.

Seeing the reversal of the offensive and defensive momentum, the day was very happy to smile, but it was not over yet.

In front of countless people in the live broadcast room, he took out his mobile phone and opened the official Wucai website in a grand manner.

Pointing to the real-time soaring above, the odds of the ferry team winning the championship.

"Guys, it looks like everyone knows how to make money."

"But in fact, there is another one that can be bought besides the ferry."

Daytime smiled and added another fire.

"Cao Feng of Xikang will not be much weaker than Yang Zhiming of the ferry."

"As I said, from now on, psionic energy is no longer the exclusive domain of high-ranking martial artists and psionic people."

"Slowly, the middle and even lower level martial artists will master spiritual energy, and the old art will be completely swept into the dustbin of history."

"Including him, Li Changqing!"