Cao Haotian took out a piece of tissue paper from his long sleeves, and everyone around the high platform fell silent, and everyone didn't want to leave a name. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info "Qingcheng Sect Disciple Mu Ning", Cao Haotian began to read it according to the list on the thin paper.

"The disciple is here," Mu Ning replied loudly on the competition platform.

"Fighting against the Haisha Gang Qin Mingjian," Cao Haotian's eyes flashed over the man in blue standing in the last row of the competition platform.

The man lowered his head slightly, and Mu Ning glanced back at the man in blue, his gaze resting on the jade flute on his waist, emitting a breathtaking faint green light.

"Emei faction Xia Qingyi against Tang Gate Tang Yuebai, Hengshan faction Yexing against Savage Valley Lu Haitian, Huashan faction Yue Menghan against Dongting Shuizhai Batian, Hengshan faction Lan Jing against the beggar gang to solve the wind, Songshan Yingluo against Jindaomen Yuyin, Shaolin Temple Yuankong against Wanhua Valley Gu Shaoqing...."Cao Haotian slowly finished reading the names in the tissue paper, then looked up at everyone on the field, "Do you still have any questions?"

"Nope. Everyone said in unison, as long as Qian Duoduo, who was standing at the front, was stunned for a moment, he didn't hear his name from beginning to end, and hurriedly jumped up and shouted, "Cao Daxia, I!" He pointed to himself and shouted.

Cao Haotian put the tissue paper back in his sleeve, glanced at Qian Duoduo, and said with a smile, "You have a bye directly, and the winner of the next round will compete with you,"

"I see, thank you Cao Daxia. Qian Duoduo patted his chest, looked at the crowd on the competition platform proudly, and grinned. Carrying everyone greeted each other, they retreated from the competition platform one after another, leaving only Mu Ning and Qin Mingjian two, and the rest of the disciples of various factions stood around the competition platform, staring at the two people on the stage, and the knights of the rivers and lakes around the high platform also looked at the two with bated breath, one dressed as green as a forest, and the other dressed in blue like the sea.

"Please!" Mu Ning stepped forward and said respectfully.

Qin Mingjian stood with his hands in his hands, his left hand tightly clenched on the jade flute at his waist, and his eyes were always fixed on Mu Ning, who was wearing a green robe in front of him. Mu Ning slowly took a step forward, Qin Mingjian took a step back, and in a moment, Mu Ning threw out the long sword in his hand, leaped forward, and his whole body turned into a green light and flew towards Qin Mingjian on the edge of the martial arts platform.

Yu Qingyun, who was sitting on the main seat, had a smile in his eyes, looking at the disciple on the stage who was so skillful, and his skills were even more unstoppable to the kid opposite.

"Aoki Sword?" Qin Mingjian looked at the cold light in the depths of the green light, his eyebrows were compact, he quickly pulled out his flute and spun it quickly in his hand, and the sound of huge waves and wind formed a barrier one after another, blocking Mu Ning's strong offensive. At this time, the entire competition platform was like a green forest and the wind poured into the turbulent waves, and there was a sudden aura of slaughter.

The green sword light and the turquoise flute shadow collided together, making a tearing roar. Both of their bodies trembled slightly, the green light faded, Mu Ning appeared from the phantom, took a few steps back, and stood firmly with the strength of his palm, and Qin Mingjian who was not far away was shocked and almost fell from the competition platform, but fortunately, his right hand tightly grasped the flagpole on the edge of the competition platform.

Seeing the situation in this situation, Yu Qingyun's eyebrows were slightly furrowed, he looked at Mu Ning's slightly trembling body, and said secretly in his heart, he didn't expect that a little Haisha Gang would have such a good kung fu person. Although Mu Ning is not the chief disciple of his disciple, he is also one of the most proud disciples, but he didn't expect that after a hundred moves, he still couldn't defeat Qin Mingjian, it seems that these small gangs and factions in the rivers and lakes really have masters.

The people around the high platform shouted several times in succession, "Okay", and everyone looked at the two people on the competition platform.

Qin Mingjian jumped forward, returned to the field, and said with a smile on his face, "It is worthy of being a master of the Qingcheng faction, and I have learned it below." As soon as he finished speaking, the flute in his hand flew snow again, and the sound of the flute turned into huge waves one after another and continued to rush towards Mu Ning, although the disciples of all factions in the audience were expressionless, trying their best not to show their expressions, but their hearts were already pounding, and Qian Duoduo, who was standing at the front, let out bursts of exclamations one after another.

Mu Ning hurriedly lifted the Aoki sword, trying his best to block the continuous surging waves, his face showed a trace of embarrassment, and he began to feel that the man in blue in front of him could not be underestimated. The green light of the green wood sword in his hand was magnificent, and the huge waves that surged in him were constantly shattered, and Mu Ning's entire body was once again submerged in the green light.

At this time, Qin Mingjian looked at Mu Ning who disappeared in the green light of the green wood sword, and hurriedly put away the jade flute, his face was full of solemnity, his whole body flew up, hanging in the air, the flute appeared again in his hand, and the huge wave turned into sea water, tilting down from the air, and dialing towards the green light of Dasheng.

Mu Ning and Aoki Jian merged into one, rushed up from the competition platform, and surged towards Qin Mingjian in mid-air, where the sword blade went, the huge waves turned into nothing in an instant, and the strong wind around the two of them rose, and Mu Ning's green robe fluttered in the gale.

At the highest point of the green light, Mu Ning's wind-like figure suddenly appeared, the long sword in his hand broke through the huge waves, and approached Qin Mingjian's vital point, although the green light around the green light of the green wood sword talked about retreating, but the cold air did not decrease at all.

Qin Mingjian's face changed suddenly, his left hand hurriedly pulled out the long sword behind his back, and his left hand moved with both hands, the long sword and flute directly collided with the Aoki Sword, and the blue light of the blue sea instantly rose up, completely covering the green light of the Aoki Sword. Mu Ning was suppressed, and the whole person was submerged in the blue light, and the sound of waves lapping echoed on the entire tournament platform. Mu Ning's screams came from the blue light, "Bang!" Aoki Sword fell from Mu Ning's hand and fell on the tournament platform.

Yu Qingyun's face on the throne changed suddenly, he never expected that his disciples would lose so badly in the first game, and they would be defeated in just a few hundred moves. The blue light receded, and Qin Mingjian stood tremblingly on the competition platform, spurting a stream of blood from his mouth, and fainted on the stage. Cao Haotian, who was standing on the main seat, saw this situation, and hurriedly shouted to Fei Ming on the side, and several disciples of Tianxianglou hurriedly jumped onto the competition platform and helped the two off the stage.

The people around the high platform looked nervous, and everyone let out bursts of shouts. Cao Haotian waved his robe, glanced at Yu Qingyun, and then turned to look at the audience and shouted, "Mu Ning and Qin Mingjian are two of them, their kung fu is comparable, this game is tied, and after they are injured, they will compete again." ”

Yu Qingyun, who was behind him, got up angrily, walked behind the head of the sect, and walked towards the Flying Snow Pavilion. Everyone looked at Yu Qingyun and made a sound of discussion.

Cao Haotian's eyes were like knives, swept over everyone on the field, and said sharply, "The eight factions are martial arts, and they are more martial arts, so everyone must not move to kill." ”

"Yes," the rest of the disciples of the various sects replied one after another.

"In the next game, Xia Qingyi will fight Tang Yuebai. Cao Haotian looked at the people on the stage and said loudly.

Tang Yuebai, who was dressed in a green shirt, and Xia Qingyi, who was wearing a purple robe, jumped onto the competition platform, and the two saluted each other.