"Qingyunzong, He Xiangtian, please fight." He Xiangtian made a high-profile appearance on stage, and wanted to take advantage of the victory to secure the third victory for Qingyunzong.
But as soon as he got on his front foot, Han Qianye sneered: "Stupid!"
Ding Dian laughed: "It's a bit."
"What do you two mean?" He Xiangtian turned his head, his face was unkind.
"Look for yourself." Ding Dian pointed to the opposite side of the martial arts stage, a disciple of Tiandaozong appeared on the stage, a girl in Tsing Yi, but her breath was very fierce: "Tiandaozong, Leng Wenqing, let's fight."
Mu Cheng and the others all glanced at He Xiangtian, speechless towards him! Can't use your brain? Qingyun Sect has just won two games in a row, and the limelight is in full swing. Will the other sects just sit back and watch? The third game will definitely send some top successors. It is best for our side not to rush into battle, or send a Jin Ling disciple to the stage. You are fine, what are you trying to do
The five elders of Qingyun Sect frowned, why did they send He Xiangtian up? Even if no disciple of Jin Ling was sent, Ling Xue should be arranged.
He Xiangtian's expression changed when he saw the person coming. He had known Tiandaozong before, and this Leng Wenqing's status in Tiandaozong was equivalent to that of Qingyunzong's Jin Ling disciple.
But it's all up, can I still return
"Fight!" He Xiangtian rushed towards Leng Wenqing, my martial art is 'poison', I have a chance of winning!
result…
In just over ten rounds, He Xiangtian was knocked off the stage by Leng Wenqing and fell into a coma!
The defeat was too miserable, and the defeat was too direct.
The elders of Qingyun Sect couldn't stand it any longer, they were sombre and speechless for a long time.
"The third battle, Tiandaozong, Leng Wenqing, win!" The guarding general announced in a high-profile manner.
"Who's going?" Mu Cheng said with a sullen face.
"Hold on, don't worry." Zhang Lan and the others were very calm.
Next, the atmosphere in the Martial Arts Arena continued to be hot and was ignited again and again. The disciples of each sect took turns to appear on the stage, fighting with martial arts and perseverance, and they worked hard to show their own splendor.
There is a battle to determine the outcome, there is a voluntary surrender after a wonderful duel, and there are continuous fierce battles until both losers.
The disciples of all sects were all ignited with passion, no one flinched, and no one embarrassed the sect.
One game, two games... seven games... ten games...
Each has its own splendor, each has its own characteristics, the suzerain and the elders nodded frequently, very satisfied with the performance of the disciples, and from time to time would privately comment a few words because of some exciting battles.
These disciples are the pride of each sect and also the hope of the sect.
The disciples of Qingyun Sect judged the situation and stepped onto the stage one by one.
In the tenth match, Ling Xue took the stage and fought against the disciples of the Hundred Flowers Sect, winning!
In the thirteenth round, Han Qianye took the stage and faced off against the disciples of the Star River Sect. A fierce battle lasted for nearly half an hour, and finally barely won, but was seriously injured!
In the fifteenth match, Ding Dian took the stage and fought against the disciples of the Blood Evil Sect, but unfortunately lost miserably!
'You Huo' Zhang Lan, 'Su Yi' Li Nian, and 'Illusive Sea' Murong Chong, the three disciples of Jin Ling appeared on stage in turn, inviting the elite successors of each sect to fight.
result…
Murong Chong was violently blocked by the Earth Spirit Sect. A fierce battle lasted for two sticks of incense.
Li Nian challenged on the stage, but was unfortunately met by the legendary girl of Hundred Flowers Sect, Fan Xin, who has stayed in Jiuchongtian for a year at the age of fifteen, and is the youngest disciple of this year.
In the end, Fan Xin won and Li Nian conceded defeat and left.
Of the three Jin Ling disciples, only Zhang Lan defeated Ning Long, a disciple of Tianshui Sect!
It's not that the three of them are not strong, but that they are too famous, and they have been targeted by strong men from various sects, and the disciples they are fighting against are also extremely strong figures.
The fierce battle lasted from the morning to the evening. A total of 34 duels were held, and 34 people won. One of them was lucky enough to get a bye, but the other eight were seriously injured and lost the opportunity to participate in tomorrow's challenge.
In the evening of the same day, the city government announced the list of those who are eligible to participate in tomorrow's competition. Twenty-seven disciples from the Spiritual Martial Realm and eleven disciples from the Black Martial Realm made a total of 38 people!
On the first day of the Eight Schools Tea Party, the martial arts competition officially ended.
But the fiery atmosphere in the City Lord's Mansion lasted for a long time.
Today's Huiwu did not disappoint anyone, nor did it live up to the reputation of 'the highest level of the new generation in the Northern Territory'.
The wonderful performances of the disciples of the various sects made the guards of the city mansion sigh and admire, and also made the ladies and gentlemen of the various families in the city feel inferior.
He is worthy of being the genius descendant of the Eight Sects, and he lives up to his name. Compared with this group of geniuses, the gap between them is too great.
After the match, the young ladies and gentlemen of the noble families in Wuling City left the city mansion, but they were very excited and discussed in full swing.
With their departure, the specific situation of today's tea party event quickly spread to the whole city.
That night, the city government held a grand banquet for the disciples of the eight sects.
After all, the Eight Sects Tea Party is a friendly competition. On the stage, you can fight to the death, but the audience must be harmonious, at least on the surface.
All the elders of the various sects were present. On the surface, they were close to the disciples, but in fact they were watching over them, for fear of trouble. These little guys are holding back their energy, don't fight tonight.
Qin Ming really didn't want to participate, but had to go, it was Zongli's death order. Unless they are seriously injured disciples in the competition, they must participate.
Simply put, Qin Ming and Tieshanhe, two people who are not good at sociability, sat in the corner, got some food, and drank some wine.
Ling Xue was born with aloofness, and she didn't like excitement, so she even joined their small circle.
The three of them didn't speak, Qin Ming ate on his own, Tieshanhe drank on his own, and they bumped each other with the jug from time to time.
Ling Xue closed her eyes and sat behind the two of them wearing a veil.
"How will we fight tomorrow?" Tieshanhe raised his head and drank a bowl of strong wine.
Qin Ming took a sip of the drink, mouth full of spicy: "I'm thinking about it."
"Playing hard?"
"I have this idea."
"How hard can you play?" Tie Shanhe asked again, raising his head and taking another sip of strong wine.
Qin Ming raised his eyebrows and looked at the Earth Spirit Sect, thinking silently. If you want to prove yourself, it is definitely not enough to play step by step. If you want to fight, you must fight fiercely. If you want to be crazy, you must be crazy so that everyone is caught off guard, and you can't let people touch your own routines.
"Young Master Qin, congratulations, you have successfully passed the first round." Several handsome young men came over and greeted them proactively.
"Hello, nice to meet you." Qin Ming smiled lightly and nodded.
"Mr. Qin, how sure are you of tomorrow's martial arts meeting?" They looked at Qin Ming carefully and were very curious about him. A Yachongtian disciple actually tortured and defeated a Jiuchongtian disciple, which had never happened in previous tea parties, because there were no disciples who had been to the Yachongtian. He won today, but tomorrow, will there be any surprises
"I want to win." Qin Ming said tactfully.
"Who do you want to challenge?"
"I am the lowest level, I have no choice, I will fight whoever comes on stage."
"I heard that someone is very interested in you."
Qin Ming said with a smile: "There should be quite a few people who are interested in me."
"Hundred Flower Sect, Fan Xin. The youngest one in this tea party."
"Girls? I don't fight with women." Qin Ming shook his head.
"Hey, I'm afraid you don't have a choice." A boy 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 Hundred Flowers Sect, all of them are female, which may have something to do with practicing martial arts. They are all pink and handsome, and they are lovable, but after the first round of martial arts today, there are really not many people who dare to underestimate them. 5 contestants, 5 winners, the winning rate is astonishing.
There is a little girl among the disciples of the Hundred Flowers Sect, who is a little more immature than the other sisters, and she is squinting at this place.
Fan Xin! The legendary figure of Hundred Flowers Sect defeated Li Nian, the Jin Ling disciple of Qing Yun Sect today.
"Her body and sword skills don't follow common sense. Today's martial arts competition may not even use 80% of her strength. Be careful tomorrow." Tieshanhe lay on the side drunkenly, lazily reminding Qin Ming.
Qin Ming clinked glasses with Tieshanhe: "I'm 30% useless, 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 Tiandaozong. I wonder if I am lucky enough to invite you to sit with us?"
Ye Zhuifeng, one of the three Xuanwu Realm disciples of Tiandaozong, is a man of influence and a romantic figure. He is very interested in iceberg beauties like Ling Xue, which can arouse his enthusiasm for conquest.
Ling Xue lightly raised her eyes, the light in her eyes was like water, cool and rippling, beautiful but also very cold.
Ye Zhuifeng leaned forward and smiled, gentle and polite, reaching out to pick up Lingxue.
Qin Ming moved aside to make way. Don't make trouble, you guys play.
But Ling Xue pointed at Qin Ming, ignored Ye Zhuifeng, and continued to close her eyes and adjust her breath.
"Huh?" Ye Zhuifeng was surprised and glanced at Qin Ming.
Qin Ming shrugged, didn't understand, and was innocent.
"Miss Lingxue means..."
"Ask him." Ling Xue's red lips parted slightly, her tone cold.
"Him??" Ye Zhuifeng's eyes shifted, and he suddenly understood: "Sorry, I took the liberty. Brother Qin, you are very lucky."
"What do you mean?" Qin Ming touched Tieshanhe.
"Her, yours." Tieshanhe narrowed his eyes, half asleep and half awake.
"..."