Feng Ping didn't hear the discussion of everyone in the audience. He was completely shocked now. Among the inner disciples, there is actually someone who can not lose to him in lightness kung fu.
"It's urgent!"
As soon as Feng Ping pointed out, there were finger lights all over the void, the finger lights split the air, and the sound of chi chi continued.
Puff puff puff puff...
Ye Chen's figure was shattered all of a sudden, and it turned out to be an afterimage.
"Your qinggong is nothing more than that." Ye Chen's voice came from behind Feng Ping.
Feng Ping became angry from embarrassment, his body spun violently like a whirlwind, countless finger rays shot in all directions, and some finger rays pierced through the stone pillars on the edge of the platform.
Ye Chen's eyes were sharp, his body flashed, and he shuttled between countless finger lights. These finger lights were not fired at the same time. There was always front and back, fast and slow. With his strong body control ability and speed, Ye Chen In order to enter the space without the gap, he saw the stitches, and abruptly swayed five steps in front of Feng Ping.
"How is it possible, you can't beat him like this."
Including Xiao Ye and Zhou Ruo, all the inner disciples in the audience froze, their mouths slightly opened.
People with discerning eyes know that it is impossible to avoid all the fingers with speed alone. After all, the gap between each finger is so small that it can be ignored. Moreover, these fingers have not been arranged and are disordered. There is no way to find the law at all. If you want to pass through it, your eyesight, mental strength, physical strength, speed, reaction and overall situation must reach the upper level.
At the elders' table, the Great Elder smiled and said: "This kid is not bad, there are not many people who can surpass Feng Ping in lightness kung fu."
The second elder nodded, "Feng Ping's body skills should not be underestimated, but after all, he is not as sophisticated as the other party, and he is not as good in terms of proficiency."
"Haha, it's a blessing for my Liuyun Sect to have three potential disciples in succession!" The third elder couldn't help laughing.
On the stage, Ye Chen punched Feng Ping with a punch.
"Ye Chen wins!"
The lottery deacon was stunned, and shouted loudly.
Ye Chen wasn't too complacent, his body slipped, and he landed next to Wu Zongming in an instant.
Wu Zongming's blood boiled with excitement just now, and he said excitedly: "It's amazing, even Senior Brother Feng Ping's lightness kung fu is not as good as yours."
"He still can't comprehend the true meaning of the wind, it's just the speed of the wind." The wind has no form or shape, if Feng Ping can comprehend it, Ye Chen will naturally be inferior to him in lightness kung fu.
Feng Ping stepped down from the stage in a daze, and lost to others in Qinggong, which hit him hard. After all, he was full of confidence before, thinking that he could easily deal with Ye Chen.
The tenth round is over.
The lottery deacon reported the score.
"The seventh group, the first place is Ye Chen, with twenty points; the second place is Feng Ping, with eighteen points, the third place..."
The top three teams in the group stage are eligible for the final, and Feng Ping was not eliminated.
Soon, the other teams ranked in the top three.
Wu Zongming lost too many games and lost the qualification for the finals. Zhang Haoran only lost one game and ranked second. As for Li Yun and Tie Feng, they both advanced to the first place in the group.
No matter how exciting the game is, we still have to eat, and it is already noon.
The Great Elder stood up and announced that the final will be held in the afternoon.
The cafeteria for inner disciples of Liuyun Sect.
"It's really unexpected that three strong men emerged from this year's inner disciples, one is Li Yun, one is Tie Feng, and one is Ye Chen."
"Li Yun's swordsmanship is too powerful. I haven't figured out how he defeated Senior Brother Dong Haohua until now."
"Tie Feng is not bad either. He can take down Senior Brother Seinfeld with three legs. It is as stable as a mountain."
"You said, besides Ye Chen's lightness skill, how about other aspects?"
"I guess it's because of his lightness kung fu! But if you want to defeat him, you must be the top six of the top ten disciples in the inner sect."
"Well, no matter how good your lightness kung fu is, if you don't have enough attack power, you won't be able to defeat senior brother Li Kuang and the others."
"That's right! Except for Feng Ping, Dong Haohua and Sein Fei, the other seven have not revealed their full strength, not even 70% of their strength. It is very difficult to win against them. They must not be too bad in every aspect."
"Don't talk about it. Besides, I'm going to be so excited that I can't eat. I really want to see the final soon. At that time, the top ten disciples of the inner sect will definitely go all out. The peak duel of the inner sect disciples!"
afternoon.
Martial arts square was boiling again, several times more lively than in the morning.
On the central platform, the Great Elder raised his voice: "The finals are divided into knockout rounds and ranking rounds. Twenty people will be eliminated in the knockout rounds, leaving only ten. The ranking rounds will determine the ranking of the ten inner sect disciples this year,..."
Below, Ye Chen heard clearly that there are ten rounds in the knockout round, which are divided into three platforms, but each platform has no fixed personnel, that is to say, whoever is drawn will win, and it may be on any platform.
After ten rounds, the top ten players with points will become the top ten inner sect disciples of this session.
After becoming one of the top ten disciples of the inner sect, there will be a ranking match. The ranking match is the most complicated and requires many rounds, so I won't mention it for now.
"Now, the finals officially begin." The Great Elder summoned up his true energy and raised his voice.
boom!
The audience was full of voices, everyone was supporting their favorite inner disciple.
"First platform, Seinfeld vs. Jiang Hao!"
"Second platform, Li Yun vs. Wu Yuan!"
"The third platform, Meng Chong vs Feng Ping!"
The match between the first platform and the second platform was without any suspense, while the third platform was a bit interesting. After all, it was a duel between the top ten disciples of the inner sect last year, which immediately aroused a tsunami of applause.
Six people came to the stage one after another.
Not surprisingly, Seinfeld and Li Yun easily defeated their opponents and scored two points.
And the battle for the third platform has not yet begun.
Feng Ping looked at Meng Chong very solemnly. As one of the top ten inner sect disciples, there were two people he least wanted to meet, one was Ghost Sword Li Kuang, and the other was Blood Shadow Saber Meng Chong.
Ghost Sword Li Kuang's swordsmanship is unpredictable, hard to guard against, weaker in strength, almost no way to threaten him, but Meng Chong is even more terrifying, his advantages are overwhelming, and all aspects of quality are top-notch. When you meet him , is almost impossible to hope for.
It's just that Feng Ping still wanted to take a stab at Meng Chong's hand. After all, he was one of the top ten disciples of the inner sect.
Meng Chong grinned and said: "Feng Ping, are you thinking about how to get a knife from my hand?"
"Give up this plan! Your strength is too far from mine."
Pushing towards Feng Ping step by step, Meng Chong put his right hand on the handle of the knife.
flash!
Feng Ping's scalp was numb, and he hurriedly swept aside, his body disappeared in an instant.
"I can't escape!"
Almost no one saw how Meng Chong drew the knife, only saw the blood-red light flashing away.
The next moment, Feng Ping's figure was revealed, and the clothes on his chest were split with a long and narrow knife mark, extending all the way to his waist.
Ha ha!
After laughing a few times, Meng Chong turned and walked off the stage.