"Qingyang, do you say that our appearance is a little too stylish" Ouyang Feng said with a smile, in fact, he wanted to relieve Qingyang's nervousness, after all, it was the first time to participate in this kind of competition, and it was inevitable to be nervous.

"Heh, Master Hui, strength is directly proportional to pulling the wind. Qingyang Feng said lightly, without the slightest sense of tension.

"Damn! This newcomer is too arrogant, isn't it! Senior Brother Mu, when you meet him later, you must not leave your hands behind, and beat him!" The obscene disciple behind Mu Changyun heard the words and saliva flew everywhere.

"Hmph, I don't need you to say it! I'll beat everyone too!, including Feng Liancheng!" Mu Changyun flashed with a dangerous look.

Seeing the appearance of Pan Shifeng's representative, the reactions of everyone present were different.

But one thing is the same, and that is that everyone doesn't feel how they appeared, so many people are surprised. This Ouyang Feng itself is a Chong Belt Realm, so that's it. But that Qingyang has only been in the business for half a year, how can it be the same?

Feng Liancheng felt very bad about this, if he really had the strength that was as quiet as just now, then the battle for the laurels of this martial arts conference would be interesting. But when he thought about it, he thought of Lu Xing's fate, and then shook his head and smiled bitterly.

Su Musha also glanced at Qingyang one more time because of this, but at this glance, he found that something was wrong.

Su Musha opened his mouth in surprise: "How can his eyes be so evil? like a black hole?"

Su Chen saw Qingyang coming, but somehow he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

Zhuge Qingqing still shook the feather fan gently, but his eyes were slightly narrow.

"This new little junior brother is interesting!"

After glancing at Pan Shifeng's seat meaningfully, Elder Sima immediately cleared his throat and said, "Okay! The Martial Arts Tournament has officially begun!"

"The conference is dominated by the elimination system and is divided into six battlefields. The opponent is determined by drawing, and after the draw, the major peaks will send the contestants. During the preliminary round, each player has only one chance to play. Ahem, however, due to the small number of people in this plate, there is no limit to its appearance opportunities. Now, please invite the representatives of the major peaks to come out and draw lots!"

After that, representatives of the major peaks came to the draw one after another.

Qingyang also flashed red light under his feet, like a lightning bolt.

"Hehe, Senior Brother Qing, this wind step is really skillful!" Feng Liancheng said to Qingyang with a warm smile.

"Senior Brother Feng smiled!" Qingyang said lightly. I immediately started to draw lots.

Feng Liancheng didn't care about this, and continued to draw lots with a smile.

At this time, Su Chen, who was on the side, blinked his beautiful big eyes and whispered to Qingyang: "Little junior brother, how did you become so powerful? Yes, you have to work hard at the conference! If you face me, I will give you three points!"

Qingyang touched his nose when he heard this, and felt that this Senior Sister Su Chen was really lively and cute, so he smiled and said, "Heh, Senior Sister, Senior Brother is participating in the martial arts conference for the first time, don't put pressure on me."

"Gluck, you're going to be scared! But this time, I think that Ma Long is hopeless!" Su Chen smiled like a flower, and let out a silver bell-like laugh.

Speaking of Ma Long, a sharp light flashed in Qingyang's eyes, and his fists clenched unconsciously!

At this point, it's time to settle accounts with Ma Long!

After a while, the six representatives finished drawing lots, and then announced their respective lots. Qingyang drew a B lot, indicating that its opponent's draw was a lot. In the same way, C to D, E to self!

"Heh, it's really bad luck!Senior Brother Qing, I drew a lot" Feng Liancheng held a first pick in his hand and said to Qingyang with a smile.

Qingyang frowned when he heard this, and then he opened up again, smiled faintly, and said to Feng Liancheng: "Please give me more advice, Senior Brother Feng!"

"You kid really don't know whether to live or die!" Mu Changyun on the side sneered.

"Senior Brother Feng, don't bully Senior Brother Qing!" Su Chen said with bright eyes.

"Hehe, Senior Sister Su Chen, don't worry, how can I bully Senior Brother, we will send Wan Jun to participate!" Feng Liancheng still smiled.

"Wan Jun!

"Yes! Senior Brother!" Wan Jianfeng's side, a big man quickly jumped onto the martial arts platform and bowed to Feng Liancheng.

"Ah, it's Wan Jun! I heard that this guy had already stepped into the Yin Stilt Realm half a year ago! Moreover, you look at his sturdy and heavy body, it is difficult for people of the same class to shake him, not to mention this kid who is estimated to be less than the Yin Stilt Realm! Heh, I think it was Senior Brother Feng who didn't bother to make a move, so he asked Wan Jun to do it for him, after all, this Senior Brother Feng was already a small member of the Yang Wei Pulse Realm!" said a Ziyun disciple.

Qingyang looked at Wan Jun's muscles, but grinned. Immediately, without saying a word, he came to the martial arts platform.

And other martial arts rings are also on the field one after another.

They are Luoshui Peak vs. Tianlei Peak, and Allure Peak vs. Wolong Peak!

Elder Sima stood in the stands and shouted, "Okay!

"Senior Brother Wan Jun, please advise!" Qingyang shook his hands.

"Senior Brother Qing, please advise more!" Wan Jun also nodded in return.

"Senior Brother Qing, then you're welcome!" Wan Jun immediately rushed forward after speaking, sprinting like a heavy giant bull, and even the air made a tooth-aching sound.

"What a speed!" Qingyang exclaimed in his heart when he saw this. Because this Wan Jun looks so strong, then the corresponding speed should be slowed down!

"But, compare speed with me" The corners of Qingyang's mouth raised slightly, and then there was a burst of red on the soles of his feet.

Wan Jun wanted to knock Qingyang off the stage with a single blow, but he didn't expect this Qingyang's speed to be so fast, and the moment his fist fell, Qingyang had disappeared in front of his eyes.

Touch!

The fist that fell straight to the ground fell directly to the ground, and it directly smashed the ground to pieces, setting off a layer of sand fog.

The hiss kept coming from the audience.

"This Wan Jun Senior Brother's punch is so terrifying, if it falls on his body, then it is estimated that half his life will be gone!" said a disciple with palpitations.

"It seems that this Qingyang junior brother is in a bad situation!"

"Hmph, what chance does he have, what waves can a new disciple who has been here for less than a year make!"

said that it was too late, Qingyang's eyes also shrank after dodging the heavy hammer punch, and he quickly moved into position, dangling to Wan Jun's back, wanting to attack from behind. But I didn't expect Wan Jun to come to a back-footed roundabout kick like a long eye behind him!

There was another violent sound of breaking wind!

Qingyang didn't have time to react, so he had to make a fork block with both hands and touch!

Qingyang was knocked back a few meters at once!

"Whew, this foot is really heavy!" Qingyang shook his hand and said in his heart.

"Heh, Senior Brother Qing, you are indeed very fast, but when you are fast, there is also a danger of exposing your tracks, just like just now!" Wan Jun said to Qingyang.

Qingyang didn't reply when he heard this, but his eyes were fierce. Obviously, he was very dissatisfied with such a big loss!

Seeing this, Wan Jun immediately took a step and sprinted again, and the violent sound of breaking wind sounded at the same time as the sound of blasting.

"Deficit three products! Heavy punch!" Wan Jun began to make heavy moves.

A terrifying punch was thrown, like a meteorite heading straight for the planet, bringing fierce fireworks.

Qingyang knew that this move could no longer be blocked, otherwise this hand would be useless.

And he can't choose to dodge, because this heavy punch actually envelops his whole person, that is to say, Qingyang can't move, which is also a situation that will only occur in the battle with a huge disparity in king's spirit.

Yin stilt realm Dacheng vs. Yin stilt realm Xiaocheng, the king is very different, Qingyang is not good!

"This kid is locked!Next, I'll see how you deal with this heavy punch explosion, this move, even if it's the peak of the Yin Stilt Realm, you have to be careful!" Feng Liancheng whispered to the side.

And at this moment, Qingyang's eyes were solemn, and he stretched out his slender and white palm to aim at Wan Jun's punch!

"Thousand Spirit Palms!"