[No pop-up novel website] Just as Qin Fengming and Xiao Qinghao were chatting in low voices, more than ten branches of the Xiao family were already competing in the competition. It was still a game of fewer wins and more losses.
At this time, nearly two-thirds of the Xiao clan members have participated in the competition. Among them, only a dozen clan members have successfully challenged and occupied the arena instead of the previous branch clan members.
Under Xiao Qinghao's low-pitched instructions, Qin Fengming slowly stood up and flew slowly towards the high platform where the Panyue Lake clan members were.
It was Xiao Qinghao's intention to let Qin Fengming appear at the beginning. Facing the monk who used the Nine Sons Chain Blade, it would be difficult for his own descendants to make a difference. Fighting against him in such a small place without the use of magic weapons would only add to the humiliation.
Just when Qin Fengming appeared, another group of people surnamed Xiao also started to challenge the monks on the second floor of another arena.
Standing on the competition stage, Qin Fengming looked calm. He first bowed to the Xiao Clan Chengdan monk who was presiding over the competition, and then said loudly:
“Wei Daoming of the Xiao Clan in Honghu Island challenged Taoist fellow Fanyue Lake “
Seeing that the man from Honghu Island actually challenged him, and he was still a monk in the middle stage of Foundation Establishment. The three Panyue Lake monks sitting cross-legged on one side of the competition stage looked at each other with doubts on their faces. They didn't know how Honghu Island actually sent a monk. A mid-term monk took the stage
Since the other party came to the stage to challenge, the three of them would not ignore it. After the two nodded, a monk in his fifties or sixties immediately stood up and floated into the center of the competition stage. He was forty or fifty feet away from Qin Fengming and stood opposite him.
"I, Yan Bang, have come to teach fellow Taoist Wei about his methods."
Seeing that the two sides were already ready, the old man who presided over the competition waved his hand, and the competition was about to begin.
Qin Fengming stood at a distance and did not make any movement. Even the spiritual shield was not activated. Instead, he stared at the opponent with a calm expression, as if he was not a person participating in the competition.
Seeing the other party like this, the old man surnamed Yan was suddenly surprised. After offering up the spiritual shield, he actually held the spiritual weapon in his hand and asked with a puzzled look on his face:
"Fellow Daoist Wei, why don't you take action against me?"
"Hahaha, it's nothing. Fellow Taoist, just take action."
After hearing this, the old man surnamed Yan no longer hesitated and secretly said, "How can a mere monk in the middle stage of foundation building make more mysteries?"
With a wave of his hand, two top-level spiritual weapons immediately flew out of his hands, transformed and struck towards Qin Fengming.
Seeing the opponent's spiritual weapon carrying gusts of wind and chopping from far to near, Qin Fengming, who was standing on the spot, showed no signs of change. He still stared at the opponent with a calm expression, without even the slightest intention of using the spiritual weapon to resist.
Qin Fengming's move made both the monk surnamed Yan standing opposite and the monk surnamed Chengdan who was presiding over the competition very puzzled: Could it be that the monk opposite wanted to use his human body to resist two powerful top-level spiritual weapons?
Even the many monks watching the battle were very surprised. They didn’t understand why the middle-aged monk who had just entered the stage and was in the middle stage of foundation building was acting like this.
Even the Xiao Qinghao brothers in the stands were very surprised by Qin Fengming's move.
But at this moment, the old man surnamed Yan who was among them had a cold look in his eyes. The other party neither said a word of admitting defeat nor signaled to stop the competition. It would be very inconvenient to take back the spiritual weapon at this time, so he felt a sudden movement in his heart. The speed of this spiritual weapon was even faster, and it quickly slashed towards Qin Fengming's figure.
Although the competition had already made it clear that no one would die as much as possible, but swords have no eyes and accidents are inevitable.
At this time, the old man surnamed Yan actually had the idea of killing the opponent with one blow.
"Ah, Fellow Daoist Wei, hide quickly."
Just when two extremely powerful top-level spiritual weapons struck Qin Fengming's figure, everyone watching the competition below started shouting in shock. Even the old man who was hosting the competition flashed and flew towards where Qin Fengming was standing.
But just when the old man Cheng Dan transformed into a giant hand and grabbed the two top spiritual weapons in the air, he saw a slight smile on Qin Fengming's face and rushed to the old man Cheng Dan and said urgently:
"Thank you for your help, senior. This attack is fine."
As Qin Fengming spoke out, the expression of the old man Cheng Dan froze, and his huge palm also condensed.
Just after a slight pause, two top-level spiritual weapons with astonishing power struck Qin Fengming's body one after another in a flash.
Amid everyone's exclamations, the two spiritual weapons flashed past and actually passed through the middle-aged monk's body.
But what shocked everyone was that although the two spiritual weapons hit the middle-aged monk, no blood appeared at all, as if they were struck in the air.
Just when everyone was stunned, an afterimage flashed, and a figure reappeared a few feet away. It was undoubtedly a middle-aged foundation-building monk without any damage.
While everyone watching the battle let out a sigh of relief, they were also greatly shocked by the movement techniques used by the middle-aged monk.
Being able to successfully dodge being slashed by top spiritual weapons, the body technique used by this middle-aged monk is extremely fast.
In such a small fighting space, it is very inconvenient for a foundation-building monk to drive a spiritual weapon to attack. Every time he chops, he needs to be careful, otherwise he may touch the edge of the protective shield.
At this time, it is best to use the Biyun Lost Movement Technique. It is originally a small and delicate Tranquil Movement Technique, but when used at this time, it can exert its great power.
I remember that when he was at Baicaomen in Quzhou, Qin Fengming used this movement technique to rush left and right among thousands of monks without any damage. Now facing a monk, he seemed to be more comfortable.
Seeing that the middle-aged foundation-building cultivator in the scene actually used a body technique that had no spiritual energy fluctuations to successfully evade two top-level spiritual weapons. The people watching immediately started making noises. No one knew what kind of body technique the middle-aged man was using. Law
The old man surnamed Yan was shocked when he saw that the other party had avoided his attack so easily. At the same time, he secretly gritted his teeth. With a movement of his mind, the two spiritual weapons immediately circled and struck towards Qin Fengming again.
At the same time, the old man flicked his fingers, and fire snakes flew out of his hands. Their several-foot-long bodies swayed and surrounded Qin Fengming.
This old man actually planned to use this fire snake technique to block and destroy the weird movement skills of the monks on the opposite side.
For Qin Fengming who had no protection, this fire snake was still an extremely powerful attack. As long as a fire snake hits his body, it will be burned immediately.
Faced with the outflanking of the old man surnamed Yan, Qin Fengming still did not panic at all. As his body moved, an afterimage flashed out of the scene. It was erratic around the old man surnamed Yan. It kept flashing and wandering, making it difficult for the old man to intercept it for a moment.
