Zhao Yuqiang was still thinking about how to knock Luo Feng off the ring. He was not prepared for defense at all, and he did not expect Luo Feng to suddenly attack him. When he found out, the tip of the stick was only a few inches away from his chest.
He turned pale with fright and suddenly moved to the side, trying to dodge Luo Feng's fierce attack, which was also Luo Feng's first attack after he entered the ring.
He dodged Luo Feng's stab in the chest, but Luo Feng knew what he would do, and he gently raised the tip of the stick and hit him right under the armpit.
He felt as if he was electrocuted, starting from his armpits, his entire body went numb, the nunchakus in his hands fell onto the stage, and he fell onto the stage like a piece of wood.
Luo Feng stepped on his chest, pointed the baton in his hand at his forehead, and taught him a lesson: "I told you to confess honestly, but you chose to resist. Leniency to those who confess, severity to those who resist. Don't even think about running away this time."
With a ding, Elder Lu, who was in charge of the refereeing, made a gloomy decision: "Zhao Yuqiang loses, Luo Feng wins."
Elder Lu glared at Zhao Yuqiang fiercely again: "You are too impatient, if you can attack and defend at the same time, you will not be defeated by him so easily."
Zhao Yuqiang hung his head in shame and left the ring obediently.
Taiyi's disciple lost the first battle, and Yue Zhuoqun's face immediately became gloomy, so gloomy that water could be squeezed out of it, and his eyes flickered.
Elder Lu consoled him, "Master, don't worry. Even if we lose the first battle, we still have three disciples on the field. Our chance of winning is 10% higher than that of other sects."
Yue Zhuoqun's expression finally looked better: "Then let the second group of players go on stage."
The second group of two ancient warriors, Taoist Xuanqing from Shangqing Sect and Liu Zhi from Taiyi Sect, went onto stage No. 2 together. Their match was more intense and exciting than the first one.
They both have one thing in common: they are good at using hidden weapons.
Taoist Priest Xuanqing holds a long sword, but he likes to use arrows from his sleeves. The sharp arrows from his sleeves suddenly shoot out, making it impossible to defend against them.
Liu Zhi used a three-leaf dart, which was like three willow-leaf throwing knives welded together. The dart had a small body and a sharp blade, and it would spin around after being thrown out.
Not only can you attack the enemy from the front, but you can also attack from the side in a roundabout way. From behind, a three-leaf dart is thrown out, and you will feel that there are shadows of the three-leaf dart in all directions, making it impossible to judge the attack route.
The second group's battle is a battle of hidden weapons. Whoever uses the most powerful hidden weapon, has accurate eyesight, and skillful techniques will win the game.
After more than ten minutes, Liu Zhi of Taiyi Sect fired a handful of three-leaf darts, at least more than twenty of them, and each three-leaf dart was dyed a different color.
For a moment, the ring seemed to be surrounded by colorful butterflies, which was dazzling.
Taoist Xuanqing did not feel that those colorful three-leaf darts were like butterflies. Instead, he felt that they were more like the rope of the god of death that was about to be put over his head.
He fought back with all his might, his sword dancing into a halo and knocking away the three-leaf darts that were shot at him. However, he was careless and was hit in the shoulder by a three-leaf dart, making it impossible for him to use his sleeve to attack.
Not being able to use the arrow in the sleeve is like a tiger having its claws and fangs pulled out. It immediately loses its fighting power and loses the game.
Seeing that his disciple won a game, Yue Zhuoqun began to be delighted again. However, when he saw Ye Feng, he was like a deflated ball and quickly restrained his smile, fearing that Ye Feng would scold him again.
The third and fourth groups are the duel between Fangcun Mountain and Taiyi Sect. Two disciples from Fangcun Mountain meet two disciples from Taiyi Sect.
Yue Zhuoqun looked very nervous, but Mr. Mo Da remained expressionless and calm. The result of the game was acceptable to both sides, as they each won one game.
In the third game, Ge Ming from Fangcun Mountain won, and in the fourth game, Zhou Taiyin from Taiyi Sect won.
Yue Zhuoqun smiled and said to Mr. Mo Da: "It seems that our two factions are evenly matched."
Although it was said that the two were evenly matched, Yue Zhuoqun was very proud because Taiyi Sect still had two disciples on the field, while Fangcun Mountain had only one left. Relatively speaking, Taiyi Sect had the upper hand.
Taoist Chongxu looked depressed. After Taoist Xuanqing lost the game, their Shangqing Sect had no chance of winning the championship of the Xuan level group. He could only pin his hopes on the Di level group competition.
Finally, it was time for the last battle of the second round. The fifth match was between Monk Wu Xin from Xuankong Temple and Jiang Yixue.
Wu Xin walked to the ring carrying the demon-subduing pestle. He simply took off his shirt, revealing his stone-like muscles and thick black chest hair.
He was tall and strong, and standing there, he looked like a towering black tower.
Jiang Yixue is petite and has a delicate face. Standing face to face with Monk Wu Xin, it is like a close-up of Beauty and the Beast.
Wu Xin sneered and said, "Amitabha, monks are compassionate. Little sister, you might as well admit defeat. Otherwise, if we fight, I'm afraid I'll hurt you."
Jiang Yixue looked at Monk Wu Xin with her big, watery eyes and felt that she was at a disadvantage in terms of body proportions compared to him. However, after the first round of competition, Jiang Yixue's self-confidence swelled greatly.
He has a flying sword, the Misty Rain Sword Technique that Ye Feng had worked so hard to teach him, and a powerful natal Gu.
Ye Feng, who was sitting on the rostrum in the distance, broke out in a cold sweat. He felt Wu Xin's strong murderous intent towards Jiang Yixiu, and then he realized that Monk Wu Xin was Ming Xin's senior brother. Yue Zhuoqun had grouped them like this to make it easier for Monk Wu Xin to take revenge.
When forming the groups, he only considered the strength comparison between the two sides. No matter how powerful Wu Xin's Demon Subduing Pestle was, it was not stronger than his flying sword. However, he did not expect that Wu Xin would regard Jiang Yixiu as an enemy. This hatred brought greater danger to Jiang Yixiu.
He almost wanted to knock down Monk Wu Xin with his mind so that Jiang Yixiu wouldn't have to compete, but over-protection is also a kind of harm. He had no choice but to watch from afar and be ready to take action in time to protect Jiang Yixiu.
Ye Feng's voice came into Jiang Yixue's mind: "Don't worry, baby, I will protect you. Don't look at that monk who is strong and scary with the demon pestle. Our little flying sword will cut his weapon like tofu."
Jiang Yixue gave Ye Feng a grateful glance.
Seeing Jiang Yixue looking around and ignoring him, Monk Wu Xin became even angrier, thinking that Jiang Yixue looked down on him.
He snorted coldly: "Girl, I'm talking to you, what are you looking at?"
Jiang Yixue showed a row of bright white teeth and smiled: "Master, why don't you withdraw from the competition? I'm afraid I might hurt you by accident."
Monk Wu Xin was so angry that he laughed. His laughter was like thunder, which made Jiang Yixiu's eardrums swell.
"Little girl, you are so arrogant. I wanted to spare your life, but now you can't blame me."
This big monk is really fierce. Jiang Yixue corrected him with a smile: "You are wrong. I am not arrogant. I am confident."
"Excessive confidence is arrogance. I will let you know whether you are confident or arrogant."
(End of this chapter)