Battle platform number seven.
Lu Fan wandered around with a relaxed expression. After the opponent's violent attack, he was a little out of breath and exhausted.
"It's almost time to end."
Lu Fan's footwork changed, shrinking to an inch, and blinking before his opponent.
"Clang..."
In the next moment, he flicked his finger, and the long knife in the opponent's hand suddenly flew out.
"I, I lost..."
The disciple sat slumped on the ground with a wry smile on his face.
"Wow..."
I couldn't see this scene, and there was a boil outside, everyone was impressed by Lu Fan's skills.
"Senior Brother Lu Fan is simply too strong. With just one finger, he flew the opponent's weapon."
"Senior Brother Lu Fan's'Wind and Cloud Footwork' has reached the realm of Dacheng, no wonder the opponent can't even touch the corners of his clothes."
"Looking at this, Meng Yunhan wants to compete for the top spot in the group, isn't it a small thing."
On the battle stage, that disciple was greatly frustrated.
"You have just started for a year, and you have a lot to do. You have performed well."
Lu Fan smiled faintly and comforted his opponent.
Hearing what Lu Fan said, the young man's expression improved a lot, and he was convinced of Lu Fan.
"Senior Brother Lu is so handsome, with a strong cultivation base and good character. I really want to marry him..."
Off the court, the girl disciple became a nymphomaniac.
"In the first round of the first round, Lu Fan won and scored one point."
At this time, the white deacon walked in and announced the result.
The group competition is a round-robin system, with a total of six disciples participating, and each of them has to compete in five matches, and then according to the number of points, the group's first position is determined.
Generally speaking, only five wins can win the group first.
"In the second round of the first round, Meng Yunhan confronted Jiang Feng."
Soon, the second competition began.
Meng Yunhan walked quickly onto the battlefield, his eyes were flat, without joy or sorrow, and he could not see any emotional changes, as if it were a cold machine.
Opposite him, a rough-eyed teenager came onto the stage.
This young man was holding a pair of knives and his eyes were fierce. He didn't seem to be stage fright, but rather excited.
"Jiang Feng is also a figure in the top 20 of the outer door, I don't know how long it can last?"
In the audience, some disciples started talking.
"This person's strength should not be much worse than Wang Ying. Let's see how Meng Yunhan dealt with him?"
Qin Feng secretly observed.
"Junior Brother Meng, although you are a genius in the outer sect, everyone agrees that you are a figure who can stand side by side with the duo of the outer sect. However, Jiang Feng is not a soft persimmon. Even if I lose, I will make you suffer."
Jiang Feng sneered, his inner breath was full, and the whole person descended like a tiger, and directly pounced on the opponent.
"Death Cross!"
During the journey, Jiang Feng shouted violently, and the double knives in his hands interlaced, forming a "ten" character, splitting out two domineering sword-gang airs.
"Death Sword Art" is Jiang Feng's fame stunt. He once used this technique to kill an eighth-tier Jiang Yang thieves with a single blow.
Facing this tyrant's fierce stab, Meng Yunhan was actually unmoved.
When Jiang Feng's two swords were about to strike Meng Yunhan, the latter just chuckled, "Small bugs."
boom!
Suddenly, a violent inner breath gushed out of Meng Yunhan's body. With a wave of his palm, the terrifying energy gushed out and directly blew his opponent out.
Alas…
On the entire battle arena, strong wind swiftly moved, rolling in all directions.
The disciples who watched all around were shaken by this powerful palm wind, and their footing was unstable.
"Give me defeat."
As everyone stabilized their bodies, they only heard a low drink from the station.
boom!
Immediately, a muffled sound came, and Jiang Feng flew high and threw him out of the battle platform.
"Chang..."
At the same time, Jiang Feng's double knives also fell on the ground, and the blade made of stainless steel was already bent out of shape.
"What a strong palm."
Qin Feng was secretly surprised.
Others might not have seen the blow just now, but he saw it clearly.
Meng Yunhan slapped Jiang Feng with a palm. The latter hurriedly put his hands against his chest. Unexpectedly, the blade was bent.
If it hadn't been for the blade to bear most of the palm strength, Jiang Feng would definitely be shattered.
"Hiss..."
In the crowd, there was a burst of air-conditioning sound.
Meng Yunhan's strength is more exaggerated than Lu Fan, and it is even more jaw-dropping.
After all, this Jiang Feng is also a figure in the top twenty of the outer door, and his cultivation is on the edge of the ninth step of the forging body.
"If you don't have the ability, don't talk wildly."
Meng Yunhan snorted and walked off the platform slowly.
It is said that when Meng Yunhan had just started, he was often bullied because of his weak cultivation base, which also caused his withdrawn character.
After Meng Yunhan becomes stronger, anyone who is too arrogant in front of him will definitely not end well.
"Puff..."
On the other side, Jiang Feng spouted blood and passed out on the spot.
"Come on, send him down to heal."
The deacon in white quickly ordered.
In a situation like Jiang Feng, it must be impossible to participate in the following competitions. Therefore, the next person who confronts Jiang Feng will win without a fight and automatically get a point.
zWO~Starting 7*
In fact, this situation is very common. In a certain group, there are two absolute powerhouses who stand out from the crowd, and the rest have basically withdrawn from the competition.
What's more, the seventh group is a three-power struggle for hegemony, and the other disciples have no hope at all.
"In the third round of the first round, Qin Feng played against Zhou Yi."
As soon as the white deacon's voice fell, he attracted the attention of many disciples.
Compared to the absolute advantages of Lu Fan and Meng Yunhan, Qin Feng was obviously shorter, at least in everyone's eyes.
Therefore, getting points from Qin Feng is relatively the most practical.
"That Zhou Yi was also very strong, also in the top twenty of the outer door."
"Zhou Yi's preliminaries seem to be more than 7,000 catties, which is not much worse than Qin Feng. It's really hard to say in this battle."
"These two are about the same strength, just see who performs well."
…
Compared with the first two groups, the matchup in this group is obviously more interesting.
"It's my turn."
Qin Feng smiled and walked onto the battle arena with a calm expression on his face.
Qin Feng's opponent was a tall and burly man with a giant axe in his hand.
Zhou Yi stared at Qin Feng, with a sneer at the corner of his mouth, "I heard that you dare to challenge Li Xingyao. I admire your courage. Unfortunately, you are not lucky. You met me here. I am afraid I will stay. My heart will be overshadowed in the next life."
Zhou Yi is full of confidence, and his goal is to enter the finals.
Unfortunately, his luck was too bad and he was assigned to the seventh group. This made him depressed for a long time, and there was a fire in his heart, and there was nowhere to vent.
This was his first game again. Naturally, when his anger was at his peak, Qin Feng also became the target of venting in his eyes.
"Zhou Yi, right? Very good, I hope your strength is more powerful than your mouth."
Qin Feng sneered lightly and hooked his finger towards the other party.