Wei Fang looked at Zhang Ming's surging momentum, his face did not show the panic that Zhang Ming expected, the more indifferent Wei Fang became, the more angry Zhang Ming became!

Zhang Ming roared angrily, clenched his fists and rushed towards Wei Fang! Wei Fang raised the wooden sword and pointed it directly at Zhang Ming, squinting at the four real people watching the battle from a distance, with a trace of hesitation on his face, and the speed of lifting the sword was unnaturally slow. Zhang Ming's eyes lit up, and he secretly said that there was a good opportunity! A punch was thrown towards Wei Fang's chest! Wei Fang hurriedly came back to his senses, but Zhang Ming's fist was already close at hand, and Wei Fang held his sword in front of his chest with both hands.

All I heard was a "click!"

Wei Fang's wooden sword was broken in two, but Zhang Ming's fist did not stop because of the broken wooden sword, the force of this blow was too great! Zhang Ming's fist slammed into Wei Fang's heart, Wei Fang's body did not move but spurted out a mouthful of blood! This mouthful of blood spilled all over Zhang Ming's sleeve robe, Zhang Ming coldly withdrew his fist, shook off the blood on his hand, and looked at Wei Fang with disdain.

Wei Fang raised his head to look at Zhang Ming's disdainful eyes, chuckled, and reached out to wipe the blood from the corners of his mouth, "It's a little painful! Senior Brother Shijing, my wooden sword is broken, can you give me another one." Shijing frowned and asked lightly, "Are you sure you want to continue the competition?"

Wei Fang didn't answer, just smiled and stretched out his hand. Seeing that he had made up his mind, Shi Jing didn't say anything more, and took a wooden sword from the side and threw it to Wei Fang. As soon as he started with a sword, Wei Fang's eyes turned cold in an instant, exuding a momentum from head to toe that no one should enter! At this moment, Wei Fang gave people the feeling that he was a sharp sword!

"That punch of yours hurt me. Wei Fang said lightly.

"Oh, don't worry, there is more pain in the back!" Zhang Ming showed a cruel smile on his face.

Wei Fang shook his head gently, "I blame that Li Yichen provoked me with his words, making it difficult for me to ride a horse at the moment!" After speaking, Wei Fang's index finger and middle finger gently brushed the sword body, and his figure gave people a sense of fluctuation on the stage.

"Hmph! It's useless for me to use these bells and whistles! I'll break them all with one punch!" Zhang Ming shouted, the power in his body was working, and he punched Wei Fang.

"The first style of the sword technique with the wind, where does the wind come from!" Wei Fang read, a sword stabbed out, the angle of this sword was extremely tricky, Zhang Ming had no choice but to resist! Zhang Ming's shoulder immediately appeared a blood mark, although it was not deep, but it also shed a lot of blood.

Zhang Ming didn't care about the wound on his shoulder, and shouted: "Come again!" "The second style of the sword technique with the wind, the wind is swept away!" Wei Fang's figure was almost to the extreme, constantly appearing around Zhang Ming, and every time Zhang Ming's body appeared, there would be one more wound on his body, and these wounds were as thin as spring rain but as many as cow's hair!

Zhang Ming missed two punches in a row, which also made his heart feel bloody, "This kind of swordsmanship doesn't hurt or itch on your body, do you usually practice swords with childishness!

"What you learned is the most fierce fist technique of the Tianquan Sect, why let Wei Fang face you head-on! It's good if you can win, Wei Fang, don't listen to him! Continue to sharpen him with swordsmanship!" The disciples of Shouchang Zhenren, who were watching the battle, raised their voices.

"That's it, why is it unfair to face you head-on!"

"Wei Fang, he still uses a sword! Zhang Ming is bare-handed, is this called fairness!" On the other side, the disciples under the Chongfa Zhenren sect also felt resentful.

The disciples on both sides actually quarreled, and there was a tendency to get worse. It was also the first time for Shijing to see this kind of scene, and it was inevitable that he felt helpless, and the four real people knew that they could only come forward at this time, and the Xuxuan real people shocked the panicked crowd with a loud roar containing internal force. "In the competition of the sect, you can talk to your opponent about fairness, in the rivers and lakes, who will tell you about fairness! Whoever has a fast sword and a big fist can survive! This is fairness! The competition continues!" After speaking, he stopped making a sound and looked at the two people on the stage lightly.

Wei Fang sighed and said softly: "Even the real person is alarmed, don't play, as you wish, one move will determine the winner, I will give you time to recharge." Wei Fang put the wooden sword behind his back and waited quietly for Zhang Ming.

Zhang Ming knew that Wei Fang said that one move would determine the outcome with one move, and he didn't care about it, so he hurriedly ran his martial arts to absorb the strength of the force, this time his strength was even stronger than the previous one! After a while, Zhang Ming said solemnly to Wei Fang: "Come on!" Wei Fang smiled and nodded, "You're so slow!"

"Don't talk nonsense, eat me with a punch!" Zhang Ming shouted, twisting his body sharply, and even the impact of his body was contained in this punch!

"The third style of the sword technique with the wind, the wind is surging!"

Wei Fang's sword was pressed against Zhang Ming's throat, if he moved forward an inch, Zhang Ming would be killed! None of the outer disciples watching the battle in the audience could see how Wei Fang made a move, and in the blink of an eye, the tip of the wooden sword was resisted! Zhang Ming felt the wooden sword in his throat, swallowed his saliva lightly, and put down his right fist in the air, "I lost..."

Wei Fang withdrew the wooden sword, smiled, and walked indifferently towards Li Yichen under the stage.

Li Yichen looked at Wei Fang, who had stepped down from the stage, and patted him on the shoulder, "You are really hidden! What kind of swordsmanship did you just make, it feels very powerful, take the time to teach me." ”

Wei Fang glanced at Li Yichen, "I originally planned to go up and sell a flaw at will, and it would be over if I lost, you have to provoke me with words and let me avenge Gao Fu's fat man, I somehow agreed as soon as my brain was hot, now I think about it, I really regret it!"

Li Yichen asked puzzledly: "Wei Fang, you obviously have such good kung fu, why do you hide it so deeply, even if you want to keep a low profile, it won't be like this!"

Wei Fang just shook his head and said lightly, "I don't want to be a head bird." And he said no more. Li Yichen could only sigh, the others wished that they were extremely talented and then guarded by four real people as true disciples, this Wei Fang was good, desperately trying to hide his talent, but everyone has their own ambitions, and he can't force anything.

"Who is this Wei Fang, why have you never heard the disciples below mention it before?" asked Xuxuan Zhenren.

Shouchang Zhenren thought for a while and said: "This Wei Fang is my disciple, he is extremely low-key on weekdays, his qualifications are mediocre, his cultivation is mediocre, he is mediocre, and I don't know much about him. ”

"Mediocre? How can a mediocre person use such a crisp and neat sword move to outperform a person who has learned the martial art of absorbing qi and strength? I'm afraid that the final sword technique with the wind can't even be so perfect in the world! There must be some secret hidden here!" said Miao Wei Zhenren.

Shouchang Zhenren nodded, "I will pay more attention to this kid in the future, if it is a spy sent by other sects, I will definitely abolish his martial arts! If he is okay, I plan to accept him as a personal disciple, such a genius, I can't bury it!"

"By the way, Senior Brother Shouchang, the kid you said last time who could feel Tiangang's sword intent, did he worship you?" asked Xuxuan Zhenren.

Shouchang Zhenren snorted annoyedly, "I will be angry when I mention this kid, he has come to my door next time, the talent of kendo is rare in ancient and modern times, and you can never forget the sword moves you can see once you see them!

"What?!That kid has such qualifications?!Can he fight with Ling'er's girl when he first learns swordsmanship!" Miaowei Zhenren exclaimed.

"Yes! Later, it was Ling'er who used the Bibo swordsmanship to defeat him, I thought that this kid was full of sword bones, Ning Gang would not break, and after being defeated by Ling'er, he would fight with Ling'er to the death, I was going to make a move, after all, these two children are geniuses, and I feel sorry for which one I lost......!

"Go on, but what's wrong?" Chongfa Zhenren also asked curiously.

Shouchang Zhenren said with an ugly face: "But that kid actually shook his sword and ran away!"