"Qingyun Sect, He Xiangtian, please fight." He Xiangtian took the stage in a high-profile manner, intending to take advantage of the victory and secure the third victory for the Qingyun Sect.
But as soon as he stepped forward, Han Qianye sneered: "Stupid!"
Ding Dian chuckled: "It's a bit."
"What do you two mean?" He Xiangtian turned back with a bad look on his face.
"See for yourself." Ding Dian pointed to the opposite side of the martial arts stage, where a Tiandao Sect disciple appeared. She was a girl in green, but her aura was very fierce: "Tiandao Sect, Leng Wenqing, engage in the battle."
Mucheng and the others glanced at He Xiangtian and were speechless at him! Don't you know how to use your brain? Qingyun Sect has just won two games in a row and is in the limelight. Will other sects just sit back and watch? In the third game, some top players will definitely be sent out. It would be best for us here not to rush into battle, or to send a Jin Ling disciple to the stage. You're good, why are you trying to be strong
The five elders of Qingyun Sect all frowned. Why did He Xiangtian be sent up? Even if Jin Ling's disciples are not sent, Ling Xue should still be arranged.
He Xiangtian's expression changed when he saw the person coming. He knew about Tiandao Sect, and Leng Wenqing's status in Tiandao Sect was equivalent to that of Qingyun Sect's Jin Ling disciple.
But now that we have come up, can we still retreat
"Fight!" He Xiangtian took the initiative and rushed towards Leng Wenqing. My martial arts is 'poison', I have a chance of winning!
result…
In just a dozen rounds, He Xiangtian was knocked off the martial arts stage by Leng Wenqing and fell into a coma!
The defeat was too tragic, the defeat was too direct.
The elders of the Qingyun Sect couldn't stand it, and they were sullen and speechless for a long time.
"In the third battle, Tiandao Sect and Leng Wenqing won!" the guarding military commander announced in a high-profile manner.
"Who's coming?" Mucheng said with a sullen face.
"Just hold on, don't be in a hurry." Zhang Lan and others were very calm.
Next, the atmosphere in the martial arts arena continued to be heated, being ignited again and again. Disciples from each sect took turns to appear on the stage, competing in martial arts and perseverance. They worked hard to show their respective splendor.
There is a battle that determines the outcome, there is a voluntary surrender after a wonderful showdown, there is also a fierce battle that continues until both sides suffer.
The disciples of all sects were aroused, no one backed down, no one brought shame to the sect.
One game, two games... seven games... ten games...
Each has its own splendor and characteristics. The sect masters and elders nodded frequently and were very satisfied with the performance of the disciples. From time to time, they would privately comment on some exciting battles.
These disciples are the pride of each sect and the hope of the sect.
The Qingyun Sect disciples judged the situation and took the stage one by one.
In the tenth game, Ling Xue went on stage to fight against the Hundred Flowers Sect disciples and won!
In the thirteenth game, Han Qianye took the stage and faced off against a disciple of the Galaxy Sect. A fierce battle lasted for nearly half an hour, and he finally barely won, but was seriously injured!
In the fifteenth game, Ding Dian took the stage to fight against the disciples of the Blood Evil Sect, but was unfortunately defeated!
'Youhuo' Zhang Lan, 'Suyi' Li Nian, and 'Huanhai' Murong Chong, three Jin Ling disciples took turns to appear on the stage, inviting the elite successors of each sect to fight.
result…
Murong Chong was brutally blocked by the Tu Ling Sect. A fierce battle lasted for two sticks of incense. The fight was heated and the audience burst into applause. In the end, Murong Chong was exhausted by the Tu Ling Sect's powerful physical skills and was knocked off the martial arts platform.
Li Nian took the stage to challenge, but unfortunately he was met by the legendary girl of Baihua Sect, Fan Xin. At the age of fifteen, she had stayed in Jiuchongtian for a year and was the youngest disciple in this class.
In the end, Fanxin won, and Li Nian resigned.
Among the three Jin Ling disciples, only Zhang Lan defeated Tianshui Sect disciple Ning Long!
It's not that the three of them are not strong, it's that their reputations are too great and they have long been targeted by strong men from various sects. The disciples they faced are also very strong figures.
The fierce battle lasted from morning to evening, with a total of thirty-four duels, and thirty-four people won. One person got a bye, but the other eight people were seriously injured and lost the chance to participate in tomorrow's challenge.
In the evening of that day, the city government announced the list of those qualified to participate in tomorrow's competition. There were twenty-seven Lingwu Realm disciples and eleven Xuanwu Realm disciples, a total of thirty-eight people!
The first day of the Eight Sects Tea Party's martial arts competition officially ended.
But the heated atmosphere in the City Lord's Mansion never went out for a long time.
Today's martial arts competition did not disappoint anyone, nor did it live up to its reputation as 'the highest level of the new generation in the Northern Territory'.
The wonderful performances of the disciples of each sect made the city guards sigh with emotion and admiration, and also made the young ladies and gentlemen from various aristocratic families in the city feel inferior to them.
He is indeed a genius successor of the Eight Sects and lives up to his name. Compared with this group of geniuses, they are far behind.
After the game, the ladies and gentlemen from Wuling City's aristocratic families left the city, but they were all very excited and talking animatedly.
As they left, the details about today's tea party event quickly spread throughout the city.
That night, the city government held a grand banquet to entertain eight disciples.
After all, the Bazong Tea Party is a friendly event. They can fight to the death on stage, but they must be harmonious off stage, at least on the surface.
The elders of each sect were all present. On the surface they were getting close to the disciples, but in fact they were keeping an eye on them for fear of causing trouble. These little guys are holding back their energy. Please don’t get into a fight tonight.
Qin Ming really didn't want to participate, but he had to go. It was the death order from the clan. Unless the disciple is seriously injured in the competition, everyone must participate.
Simply, Qin Ming and Tieshanhe, two unsociable people, sat in the corner, got some food and drank some wine.
Ling Xue was aloof by nature and didn't like the excitement, so she actually joined their small circle.
The three of them didn't speak. Qin Ming was eating and Tieshanhe was drinking. The two of them touched each other with wine bottles from time to time.
Ling Xue closed her eyes and concentrated, wearing a veil and sitting behind them.
"How will we fight tomorrow?" Tieshanhe raised his head and downed a bowl of strong wine.
Qin Ming took a sip, his mouth full of spicy food: "I'm just thinking about it."
"Playing hard?"
"I have this idea."
"How hard can you play?" Tieshanhe asked again, raising his head and taking another sip of strong wine.
Qin Ming raised his eyebrows and looked towards Tu Lingzong, silently calculating. If you want to prove yourself, you won't be able to compete step-by-step. If you want to fight, fight fiercely. If you want to go crazy, go crazy and catch everyone off guard. Don't let others find out your routine.
"Master Qin, congratulations on successfully passing the first round." Several handsome young men came over and took the initiative to say hello.
"Hello, nice to meet you." Qin Ming smiled lightly and nodded.
"How confident is Mr. Qin about tomorrow's martial arts competition?" They looked at Qin Ming seriously and were curious about him. An eighth-level disciple actually defeated a ninth-level disciple. This had never happened before at previous tea parties, because there were no disciples who had ever been to the eighth level. He won today, but will there be any surprises tomorrow
"I want to win." Qin Ming said tactfully.
"Who do you want to challenge?"
"I am at the lowest level. I have no choice. I will fight whoever comes on stage."
"I heard someone is interested in you."
Qin Ming said with a smile: "There should be a lot of people interested in me."
"Fanxin, Baihua Sect. The youngest person in this tea party."
"Girl? I don't fight with women." Qin Ming shook his head.
"Hey, I'm afraid you don't have a choice." A young man pointed to the lively crowd in the distance. Many handsome men were chatting happily around a group of young girls. They are disciples of the Baihua Sect. All the sects are female. It may be related to the practice of martial arts. They are all pink and handsome, and lovable. But after today's first round of martial arts competition, not many people dare to look down on them. Nine 5 people participated, and 5 people won. The winning rate is amazing.
There is a little girl among the disciples of Baihua Sect, who is a little more immature than the other sisters, and she is squinting here.
Ordinary heart! The legendary figure of Baihua Sect was defeated by Li Nian, a disciple of Jin Ling of Qingyun Sect today.
"She doesn't follow common sense in body and sword skills. She may not even use 80% of her strength in today's martial arts competition. You should be careful tomorrow." Tieshanhe drunkenly lay beside him and lazily reminded Qin Ming.
Qin Ming clinked glasses with Tieshanhe: "I didn't use 30%, do you believe it?"
"Okay, I believe it." Tieshanhe burped.
At this time, a handsome young man walked towards them, smiled slightly, and bowed to Ling Xue. "Miss Lingxue, I am Ye Zhuifeng of the Tiandao Sect. I wonder if I would be lucky enough to invite you to sit with us?"
Ye Zhuifeng, one of the three Xuanwu Realm disciples of Tiandao Sect, is a man of great influence and a romantic figure. He is very interested in iceberg beauties like Ling Xue, which can arouse his passion for conquest.
Ling Xue raised her eyes lightly, her eyes were like water, cool and flowing, very beautiful, but also very cold.
Ye Zhuifeng leaned over and smiled, gently and politely, and stretched out his hand to pick up Ling Xue.
Qin Ming moved to the side to get out of the way. Don't cause trouble, just have fun.
But Ling Xue raised her finger and pointed at Qin Ming, ignored Ye Zhuifeng, and continued to adjust her breathing with her eyes closed.
"Huh?" Ye Zhuifeng was surprised and glanced at Qin Ming.
Qin Ming shrugged, not understanding and innocent.
"What Miss Ling Xue means is..."
"Ask him." Ling Xue's red lips parted slightly, her tone cold.
"Him??" Ye Zhuifeng's eyes changed, and he suddenly understood: "Sorry, I was presumptuous. Junior Brother Qin, you are so lucky."
"What do you mean?" Qin Ming touched Tieshanhe.
"She's yours." Tieshanhe squinted his eyes, half asleep.
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