Seeing Qi Feihong's modesty, Jin Min smiled and said: "If the Iron Monkey Fist is not an earth-level combat skill, then your own strength is too strong. I am very surprised, how do you practice it, and why are you so powerful? Strong? Your attack power, which is obviously far superior to that of an immortal cultivator of the same level, is probably comparable to that of Daluo Jinxian, right?"
Qi Feihong smiled and said: "If Brother Jin is interested, we can discuss it together later. Maybe it will be beneficial to both of us."
Jin Min nodded: "After today's competition is over, I will go to your room to find you. Let's discuss it together and see if we can get what we need."
Qi Feihong smiled and nodded, watching Jin Min turn around and leave to compete with other contestants. Qi Feihong was idle again for the time being. After this competition, he would at least be in the top eight, and he would be one step closer to getting the first place, becoming the lord of Feihu City, and the manager of the alchemy room.
There were only a small number of participants in this discussion, and the results were available quickly. What surprised Qi Feihong was that in this competition, someone consumed too much because they wanted to defeat their opponent, and directly lost the ability to continue the competition. As a result, only six people can continue to compete, and the number of ranking battles has also been reduced a lot.
As expected, Jin Min entered the next round of competition, waiting for the draw like Qi Feihong, and seemed to be at ease.
This time, Nalan Xi met her opponent. She was defeated by her opponent in two consecutive games, and the competition was terminated. This was expected by everyone. Although Nalanxi's poisonous miasma was powerful, there were still some magic weapons or special methods that could resist it. Without other means of attack, she was able to reach this point, which was already her limit.
Of the first six people, four were from the Red Dragon Kingdom, and those outside the Red Dragon Kingdom were Qi Feihong and Jin Min. The six people continued to draw lots. This time Jin Min and Qi Feihong both drew lots. Their opponents were not their own, but people from the Red Dragon Kingdom.
Unfortunately, the opponent Jin Min drew was Zheng Xiao, who had fought with him for half an hour without a winner. When the two met again, their expressions were very exciting, and even the steward of Feilong Pavilion showed a hint of have no choice.
There are still some flaws in the competition rules, otherwise opponents who have competed before will not meet again.
After Yu Wenchao learned about this, he smiled and discussed with Jin Min and Zheng Xiao, and finally gave them half an hour to compete. If they still couldn't decide the winner within half an hour, then they would move on to the next step together. wheel.
Everyone had seen the previous competition between Jin Min and Zheng Xiao, and had no objections to Yu Wenchao's arrangement. They all had the attitude of watching a good show and crowded in the place where Jin Min and Zheng Xiao competed to watch the fun. A competition between people of equal strength may be more exciting than a competition between people with a large gap in strength, so everyone is willing to watch the battle.
Qi Feihong's opponent is a member of the Yuwen family of the Red Dragon Kingdom's royal family, named Master Yuwen. This person is a master who has been in the late stage of Fusion God Realm for a long time, and is only one step away from becoming a Daluo Golden Immortal. However, for some unknown reason, he has stayed in this realm for thousands of years and has never truly become the Daluo Golden Immortal.
In terms of seniority, Master Yuwen is still the uncle of His Highness the Third Prince Yu Wenchao. However, Master Yuwen is not a direct descendant of the Yuwen family. He is not close to Yuwen Chao and has not received any care from Yuwen Chao.
Among the royal family, only direct descendants are often qualified to receive royal care. Although other people wear the hat of royal family, to put it bluntly, they are no different from ordinary people.
Qi Feihong competed with Master Yuwen. Master Yuwen had a look of despair on his face, cupped his fists and said: "Brother Qi, I know I am no match for you, but because I have a heavy responsibility, I have to fight Brother Qi with all my strength. I hope Brother Qi, please show mercy."
Qi Feihong smiled: "It's just a competition. I won't really care about the consequences. Brother Yuwen doesn't have anything to worry about."
The two called each other "brother". When Yu Wenchao heard this, his face was full of embarrassment, but he couldn't say much. He knew clearly that Master Yuwen was an uncle, but he had never shouted a word before. It was even worse to tell Master Yuwen not to call Qi Feihong brother in front of everyone, as that would only make people think that he, Yuwen Chao, was rude.
Qi Feihong and Master Yuwen exchanged a few polite words and then started to compete with each other. Qi Feihong really gave Master Yuwen enough face. At the beginning, he only used an attack power of 130,000 kilograms, and only used the Iron Monkey Fist, without using any magic weapons.
Master Yuwen took out his magic weapon, a big gun. Master Yuwen's marksmanship was very exquisite, and his body skills were even faster and more flexible. He cleverly avoided Qi Feihong's first punch and returned a shot. The spear he thrust out was like a flying dragon coming into the world. It was extremely fast and powerful, and its strength instantly reached an astonishing 180,000 kilograms.
Master Yuwen probably went all out from the beginning, and the power of this shot was much stronger than the entire attack power of many people participating in the competition. He is worthy of being a veteran cultivator in the late stage of Fusion God Realm, and his strength is no different from that of Daluo Jinxian.
Qi Feihong didn't expect Master Yuwen's attack power to be so powerful and so fast. He was a little flustered and hurriedly stepped aside and punched again at the same time.
Qi Feihong took action in the middle of his busy schedule and was not sure about the power of his fist. When he punched out, his power instantly increased to an astonishing two hundred thousand kilograms, which was much stronger than Master Yuwen's attack power.
Some of the onlookers couldn't help but scream. Qi Feihong then remembered that his punch was too heavy and he wanted to withdraw some of his punch power, but found that it was too late. He hurriedly struck back, punching hard and trying to take it back, but it was too late.
Qi Feihong's fist collided with Master Yuwen's big gun, and an astonishing wave of air spread. People around the competition stage fell down one after another, screaming and screaming.
The formation on the competition stage was activated immediately, instantly imprisoning Qi Feihong and Master Yuwen, preventing them from taking action again. The formation responded quickly, but it was still a step too late, causing many onlookers to be injured by the scattered force.
There was blood at the corner of Master Yuwen's mouth, and he was obviously injured by Qi Feihong's punch. But seeing as his injuries were not serious, he should be fine.
Although Qi Feihong couldn't move, he was intact and should have won.
Yu Wenchao was very surprised and stood up and said: "You two, please stop the competition!" He saw clearly that the people around him were only knocked down by the released power. Many people were injured, but no one died as a result, so he breathed a sigh of relief. He continued: "Remove the formation."
The people from Feilong Pavilion withdrew their formations, and Qi Feihong and Master Yuwen regained their freedom. Yuwen Chaocai said: "Both of them have amazing attack power and strong strength. They are rare talents in our Red Dragon Kingdom. But since it is a competition, the winner The loser still has to be divided. Judging from the previous competition, Brother Qi is better."
Master Yuwen clasped his fists and said, "The Third Highness's judgment is fair and just. Master Yuwen has indeed lost, and he is convinced of his defeat."
Yu Wenchao nodded: "The competition between the two is over. Brother Qi will enter the next round. Master Yuwen, you can also take a rest and prepare to compete with other losers to see if you can also enter the next round."
Master Yu Wen cupped his fists and saluted. He was not dissatisfied with the failure at all. He turned around and walked off the stage to prepare for the next competition. This person seems to be very broad-minded, and he has a bit of the bearing of a royal.
Qi Feihong also stepped down, came to Huangfu City, and said with a wry smile: "The disciple was careless, and he almost capsized in the gutter, and was defeated at the hands of Master Wen."
Huangfu Cheng said: "You have to go all out for a lion to fight a rabbit, let alone a competition with a master? Don't underestimate any opponent in the future, even in a competition. Feihong, your combat skills are still too simple, and your adaptability The shortcomings...you have to pay more attention to your sword training in the future."
Qi Feihong nodded: "Disciple understands, second master, don't worry, the disciple will practice the swordsmanship taught by you and become a master of swordsmanship like the second master in the future. And in the future, the disciple will never make such a mistake again when facing anyone. Eat Every pit brings wisdom, and disciples will never underestimate any opponent."
Huangfu Cheng smiled, and Fairy Nihuang said from the side: "You should go all out in everything you do, otherwise the situation like today will happen again. If Feihong hadn't been so powerful as you, Master Yuwen, you would have lost in today's competition. It’s you.”
Qi Feihong nodded again: "Master's wife taught me that the disciple was careless. The disciple will definitely not make the same mistake again in the future."
