"This competition is limited to one stick of incense. Everyone on the stage can choose their own opponents. Only one person will be left in this competition. If there is no winner within one stick of incense, the final decision will be made by the Saint of Qianqiu. Also, I would like to remind you not to With luck in mind, this incense stick will burn for a long time, now the competition begins!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Qingcheng felt a cold light flash beside him, and a silver chain flew past his eyes. Then three women dressed strangely surrounded Ye Qingcheng, one of them said
"Miss Ye, I heard that there are six heroes in Yashan. Among the six heroes, you are the one with the highest martial arts skills, except for your senior brother who has self-proclaimed his own meridian. Today the three of us want to meet the girl for a while. She won't refuse, right?"
Ye Qingcheng gave them a cold look, then pulled out the Taiyin Sword, played two sword flowers at will and said: "Come on!"
Wu Qi saw it clearly from the stands. As soon as the deacon started speaking, Ye Qingcheng was targeted by several waves of people. If these three people hadn't acted quickly, others would have swarmed up.
"These women are starting to become shameless. Why are they starting a group fight? The fourth child will kill them!"
"Fourth Senior Sister is famous, and the other women must want to meet her for a while, but..." Before Kong Miaozhi could finish speaking, changes had already occurred on the competition stage. The three women who besieged Ye Qingcheng all fell in one move. The people in the stands didn't even see her move, they just felt a cold light flash around Ye Qingcheng, and then all three of them fell to the ground.
Seeing this, the deacon shouted: "The Lingnan Shao family has been eliminated."
This almost shook the competition stage that had just started to get heated. An old man from the Shao family in Lingnan turned pale and shouted loudly: "This girl is using the martial arts of the Tianji Sect. It violates the rules of the competition. How can it be counted!"
Saint Qianqiu didn't even move her eyelids. She looked at the martial arts arena and said in a calm voice: "What's going on today? There are voices questioning the justice of the state religion everywhere? Did I hear it wrong? Or do some people think that the state religion no longer distinguishes between right and wrong? ?”
After saying this, the old man's face instantly turned pale, and he sat back obediently, but his face was still ugly. The other people participating in the second competition could only sigh secretly, and did not dare to touch the saint's bad luck.
In this short period of time, the field changed again. Because Ye Qingcheng's swordsmanship was too sharp, after three or four waves of people who came up to attack were repelled, everyone began to walk around her. Ye Qingcheng had no intention of chasing them. He held the hilt of the sword in his hand and remained motionless, as if waiting for the end elsewhere.
Taking Ye Qingcheng's position as the boundary, the fighting was fierce in other places, but no one on Ye Qingcheng's side came to fight as if they were watching the battle. Even so, the fighting in other places was not very exciting. After all, it was just improvised martial arts, and nothing real could be learned at all. Several people secretly used their own martial arts, but they were all immediately seen by the deacon and eliminated.
As more and more people were eliminated, there was even the previous princess named Yuehua among them. The butler of the palace below the stage looked extremely sad, but he did not say anything and just stepped forward to bring the princess back.
Seeing that the moment of burning incense was about to end, besides Ye Qingcheng, there were two women standing on the stage. One had a pale face, neither sad nor happy; the other had flowery features but full of murderous intent.
On the viewing platform, Zhen Shifang raised his eyebrows and said: "This girl is so amazing. In just a few hours, she mastered this mediocre martial arts and even evolved three moves on her own. It's really Wizard, what kind of doll is this from?"
The person from the state religion next to him immediately replied: "The person wearing a long black skirt is the descendant of the three elders of Sichuan and Sichuan. His name is Jingxin. This time he came to participate in the election of the state religion. None of the three elders came. And the one wearing a wide coat and long sleeves The woman in the Taoist robe is a disciple of the saint, her name is Ming Yuan, and she is an abandoned baby adopted by Mr. Zhuge Wencai. The other one is Yashan Ye Qingcheng."
The people from the State Religion didn’t know which one Zhen Shifang was asking about, so they simply named all three.
Feng Wuhen nodded: "There are many talented people in the world, and the choice of the saint is truly worthy of the name of the state religion."
Xiaoyaozi smiled and said, "Why don't you make a bet, old madman, to see which one of these three can win the championship in the end."
Feng Wuhen took a deep look at the competition stage: "There's a chance of winning in a bet, are you attracted to something about me?"
Zhen Shifang laughed loudly: "I will also join in. In this way, I will bet that the descendants of the three elders of Sichuan and Sichuan will win in the end. What's the bet?" Zhen Shifang took out a light yellow stone from his hand.
"Amber Gallbladder, are you two interested?"
Xiaoyaozi was stunned for a moment. He originally just wanted to tease Feng Wuhen, but he didn't expect Zhen Shifang to take it seriously. Moreover, the amber gall actually just looks like amber, but has nothing to do with real amber. It is a kind of gall that can be easily changed. A strange thing that has been washed with marrow.
Feng Wuhen looked at the light yellow stone in a daze: "Old guy, you are so old and you have no apprentices, what are you doing with the amber gallbladder? I understand, you..." said Feng Wuhen without saying anything. After thinking for a long time, he took out a piece of sheepskin from his arms and said, "Okay, since you took out the amber gallbladder, I'll take out the formation map of the Heaven and Earth Second Formation."
Zhen Shifang heard Feng Wuhen's words and looked at the sheepskin in his hand: "Is this the formation diagram of the Second Formation of Heaven and Earth? Old madman, you are better than me. I got this amber gallbladder by chance some time ago. As you said, I definitely don’t need to use it myself, and no descendants of the younger generation will need it. In the end, it must be left to the Immortal Lord. Just to ask for something to see you, you actually used the Heaven and Earth Formation Map. Come on, keep your word, old bastard, come and testify, I didn’t force him to do this.”
After saying that, he threw the amber gall to Xiaoyaozi. Feng Wuhen smiled and said nothing, and handed over the sheepskin.
Xiaoyaozi said with a bitter face: "I proposed this bet first. Now that you want me to be a witness, you won't let me participate? Where can I go to reason with you? That's all. I'm just going to watch the fun this time. Okay. But old guy, I don’t think the Jingxin you chose will make it to the end.”
Zhen Shifang was furious when he heard: "Bah, bah, bah, you old thing that can't spit out ivory from a dog's mouth. You started cursing me as soon as I put the book down. If I lose, you won't get better either. That's right!" After Zhen Shifang finished speaking, he touched Xiaoyaozi's sleeve and took an emerald green porcelain bottle into his hand: "The amber gallbladder is a bit weak, so I added this bottle of fortune elixir as a bet between me and the old bastard. .”
After hearing this, Xiaoyaozi screamed in pain, but didn't say anything else. Zhen Shifang said proudly: "Old madman, come on, come on, there are two female dolls left, which one do you choose?"
Feng Wuhen said without hesitation: "I choose the saint's disciple, Ming Yuan."
"Ming Yuan? This girl doesn't look like she can make it to the end. I thought you would choose a girl named Ye."
"Although Ye Qingcheng practiced the Drunken Fire Flying Flower well, he cannot use his internal strength on the competition stage. In terms of moves alone, although Ye Qingcheng gained an advantage, he also lost an opportunity."
Zhen Shifang was a little disapproving after hearing this. Just as Xiaoyaozi was about to say something, the competition stage changed.
The three people on the stage suddenly moved towards the middle, fought for four or five moves, and then quickly separated.
After they separated for a long time, the three of them made no further moves, but at this time Ming Yuan and Jing Xin looked at each other, and then Jing Xin said: "Miss Ye has the help of the Great Luck Dao, it will be difficult for you and me to win, if not..."
Ming Yuan said calmly: "What if it's not better?"
"It would be nice if we just gave up, but I still want to compete between you and me. The three disciples of the Holy Lady are not ordinary people, but I don't accept your submission."
After Ming Yuan heard this, he suddenly smiled brightly, turned around and took off his long sleeves, leaving behind a fiery red dress. The expression on the corners of her eyebrows immediately changed, becoming even more charming than when she was at Jinfeng Yulu Tower.
"What do you think, Miss Ye?"
At this time, Ye Qingcheng's face was very ugly, and he still looked at the two opponents coldly: "Are you ashamed of me?"
"Miss Ye's words are wrong." Ming Yuan sighed: "I have been in the state religion longer than both of you. There is no reason to say destiny. God's will allows Miss Ye to get the sword manual that she is already proficient in. Even if The girl's victory this time was God's will. In life, destiny cannot be violated. But..."
"But what!?"
"But in terms of talent, you are not as good as Jing Xin, let alone me!" Ming Yuan said to Ye Qingcheng with a smile.
"If hard work is judged as a shortcoming during martial arts training, then the world will really change. As for Miss Jing..." Ming Yuan turned to look at Jing Xin who was still full of murderous intent.
"I'm afraid Miss Jing's wishful thinking will come to nothing."
Jing Xin frowned: "What do you mean? It's just a competition, there's so much nonsense."
Ming Yuan covered her mouth and laughed out loud: "Miss Jing thought she couldn't beat Miss Ye, so she thought of this way of retreating to advance. If Miss Ye was really embarrassed and walked away, there might be a chance. I won this battle, am I right? Jing Xin!"
Jing Xin's expression did not change at all after hearing this: "I didn't expect that a disciple of the saint of the state religion would make such assumptions about others. It's extremely ridiculous!"
"Yes or no. Just be optimistic about Ye Qingcheng. I will definitely defeat her within a hundred moves. By then I will have a better understanding of my fingering techniques. If I fight with you again, you will not be able to defeat me!"
People from all walks of life in the stands began to be a little commotion and talking.
Ming Yuan didn't wait for Ye Qingcheng to say anything else, and flew towards Jing Xin. The silk scarf Jing Xin received contained a set of mediocre whipping techniques. Although the whipping technique was unremarkable, it was the most difficult to practice. Jing Xin himself uses the eyebrow thorn, and the two weapons can be said to have no similarities at all, but Jing Xin's talent is so high that he has evolved two more styles based on the original whip method.
What Ming Yuan got was a set of fingering techniques. I don't know if it was done intentionally or if there was only one technique. Ming Yuan's moves are almost exactly the same from beginning to end. If it weren't for his flexibility, he would have been defeated long ago, but even so, there were already many wounds on his body, the deepest one on his left shoulder, and blood seeped out of his clothes.
