Liu Qingyi came back from the hut and lay on the bed unable to sleep for a long time. Perhaps affected by the sadness of Chen Sui'er and the man, her heart was heavy and a little blocked.
By chance, he accidentally bumped into Chen Sui'er twice, which could be regarded as witnessing how the fateful couple separated, and he felt a little pity for Chen Sui'er, an indifferent woman.
At dawn, Liu Qingyi went out alone early and went to the martial arts field of the Sheriff's Mansion in advance, intending to practice the wooden sword.
This time, the little civet squatted on Liu Qingyi's head and ate the dried yellow-skinned fish one by one. All the dried fish crumbs were scattered on his head and clothes.
Liu Qingyi sat on the steps of the martial arts arena, shook off the debris on her body, her brows furrowed into several lines, and a feeling of resentment welled up in her heart.
He took out the dry food he had brought and ate it while looking around. On the steps on the other side, a man named Huo Gang from Donglin City was meditating quietly by himself. The wooden sword in front of him was chopping and spinning from time to time. It looked like It seemed like he had been practicing all night without sleeping.
Because he came early, there was no one else in the room except Huo Gang and himself.
Liu Qingyi has been practicing flying swords for a long time, but he is not familiar with controlling the spirit wood sword yet. He has the intention to practice swordsmanship and also wants to try this man who has also condensed four ice picks, so he puts the little civet cat who is eating When I got to the stone steps, I got up and walked over.
Huo Gang felt someone approaching, and his closed eyes gradually opened. When he saw this person, he found that he did not know him. Just when he was surprised, Liu Qingyi said: "Brother, you can't practice swordsmanship alone." Are you bored? Why don't we have a discussion?"
Huo Gang glanced sideways at Liu Qingyi and said, "Do I know you?"
Liu Qingyi smiled and said, "Don't worry, it's just a gesture. Brother, I'll stop there and I won't hurt you."
Huo Gang said: "You hurt me? Ha, then I will sit here. If you can make me get up, you win!"
Liu Qingyi replied: "Okay." He raised his Lingmu sword and slashed towards Huo Gang's sitting legs with a 'swish' sound. He thought to himself: "You kid is so embarrassing, so I'll embarrass you."
Seeing the wooden sword slashing at him so quickly, Huo Gang jumped up in the air cross-legged. After dodging the wooden sword's slash, he jumped into the air and retreated quickly. A pair of hands flicked their fingers together, and the wooden sword that had been sacrificed in front of him brought a gust of wind and slashed towards Liu Qingyi's head.
Liu Qingyi chuckled, used the air-control technique to dodge, and then got behind Huo Gang, raised his right leg and kicked Huo Gang's butt.
Huo Gang was startled when he saw Liu Qingyi's figure disappearing. He hurriedly picked up the air control technique and rushed forward. However, he had only practiced the air control technique for a day, so naturally he was very unfamiliar with it. He rushed forward and rushed out several times. Mi then slowed down.
Liu Qingyi had been practicing air control for many days, and he had already stuck behind Huo Gang like a thunderbolt. He kicked Huo Gang hard on the butt, until he was kicked until he was lying on the ground. Couldn't get up for a while.
He retracted the wooden sword with a wave of his hand, walked up to Huo Gang, and said with a chuckle: "Brother, you are not very skilled at this yet. Practice more and you will make progress." After that, he patted his pants and replied. He went to the stone steps on the side of the martial arts arena, picked up the little civet and sat down.
Huo Gang turned over for a long time and got up, his face turned crimson and sparks were flying in his eyes. He picked up the wooden sword that had fallen aside and stared at Liu Qingyi who was already sitting down, his teeth clenching.
When Liu Qingyi saw him like this, he was secretly amused, but he didn't take it seriously and just closed his eyes to recuperate.
He had just tried the wooden sword, and felt that except for the power difference, it was no different from the cyan flying sword. If Huo Gang came up again, he would teach him a big lesson.
Huo Gang stood in the field and hesitated for a long time. Thinking that he knew that he would not be able to cause any trouble to Liu Qingyi, he retreated to another corner of the martial arts arena alone. He still sat down cross-legged to practice, but his breath seemed a little unsteady.
After a while, the martial arts arena gradually became more crowded, and the immortal masters on the high platform also took their seats one after another.
Feng Jingheng came to the stage with a samurai holding a wooden box and said loudly: "Everyone, for today's competition, we will be divided into one-on-one groups, and the two-by-two battle will advance until the first place is determined." Then he instructed the warrior to place the wooden box he was holding in the center of the stage.
Feng Jingheng continued: "Anyone whose name is read later can come forward and take a number plate from the wooden box. In this competition, except for the air control technique, the spirit wood sword and the previously issued spiritual talismans, no one is allowed to use it. Violators of other weapons and attack methods will be judged to be out of the bottom class. Everyone, do you hear me clearly?"
When everyone in the audience agreed to the promise, Feng Jingheng nodded, and the accompanying warriors began to shout names, and everyone in the audience came to the stage one by one to take a number plate.
After Liu Qingyi came on stage, he was very happy when he got the number 16, because the number was on the same day as his birthday, so he thought to himself: "This way you can also get your natal number. Could it be that this is a gift from God?" Fu, let me come out on top this time.”
Seeing everyone taking their numbers, Feng Jingheng said again: "The first round of competition is a two-by-two duel. One number among the thirty-one numbers will have a bye. After the instructions of the immortal masters, it will be thirty." Whoever gets No. 1 or No. 31, please come to the stage."
Then a tall man walked out of the crowd, bowed his head to Feng Jingheng with a happy face and said: "Feng Tao is in Xiadong Lincheng, it is number 31."
Feng Jingheng asked Feng Tao to wait on the side of the high platform, and began to explain the grouping rules to everyone. The specific grouping method was also very simple, that is, the smallest number matched with the largest number, and so on.
At this time, several warriors in front of the stage dispersed the people surrounding them and cleared a field with a radius of tens of meters for the competition.
After Feng Jingheng finished speaking and left, a warrior came on stage and shouted loudly: "Number 1, Number 30, come on."
Two people walked out of the crowd. Liu Qingyi took a look and vaguely remembered that one of them was from Donglin City.
As soon as the two came on the stage, they began to use the air control skills they had just learned, and each held a wooden sword and started to fight.
At first glance, Liu Qingyi couldn't help but laugh. The two people fighting must have been too short for time and had not learned the flying sword slashing technique at all. They had to hold it in their hands and beat them. In Liu Qingyi's opinion, Shi's air control technique was just like a three-legged cat.
It's just that the man in Donglin City seems to have a deeper understanding of air control. Although the way he twists his body is ugly, it still has some shadow of air control.
Liu Qingyi immediately concluded in her heart that the man from Donglin City would most likely win.
Sure enough, not long after, the man from Donglin City took advantage of his more sophisticated body skills to stab another man in the back with a wooden sword. Although it was a wooden sword, because it was imbued with spiritual power, it also stabbed the man's back. The prick was bloody, and he was defeated after a short time of persistence.
The samurai on the stage immediately announced: "No. 2 and No. 29 are on the stage." In response, two more people walked out of the crowd, jumped into the field and started fighting.
Liu Qingyi saw that the two men were fighting with each other with wooden swords in hand and that they were very unfamiliar with air control. After a while, Liu Qingyi lost interest. He thought that his number 16 was the last one in this round of competition. , and dozed off in the crowd.
While he was half asleep, he suddenly heard the samurai on the stage read the number sixteen, and suddenly woke up. When he walked onto the stage, he still looked sleepy.
Number 15, who was waiting on the field, took advantage of this period of time to raise his talisman and condense two ice picks, hanging them in front of him.
As soon as Liu Qingyi stood still on the stage, No. 15 pushed the ice pick in front of him and fired a volley of them.
Liu Qingyi was not too anxious. He used the air control technique and swayed away before the ice cone was about to come.
Man No. 15 was shocked when he saw this. He didn't expect Liu Qingyi to avoid it so easily. He hurriedly carried the wooden sword and looked at Liu Qingyi on guard.
Liu Qingyi was too lazy to waste time with him. Her body swayed and disappeared. Almost instantly, he turned behind No. 15 and kicked him in the butt without waiting for him to react.
I saw No. 15's body tumbling in the air, and fell into the crowd outside the venue like a sandbag. When he climbed up from the crowd with a grin on his face, the samurai on the court had already announced that Liu Qingyi was the winner, and the first round was over. .
Several warriors came out and began to collect the number plates of the winners of the first round one by one. Feng Jingheng walked from the side of the high platform to the front and announced that the second round of grouping would be random. Fifteen people won in the first round, and including Feng Tao, there were exactly eight groups in the second round.
After a while, several warriors shuffled all the sixteen number plates collected and put them into wooden boxes on the stage. Feng Jingheng casually took out two numbers from the wooden box, looked at them briefly, and opened his mouth to read two words. number, then grabbed two more plaques from the wooden box and read the other two numbers aloud. Once all the numbers in the wooden box have been recited, even if the groups are completed, everyone under the stage has different expressions at this moment, some are shocked, some are silent, and some are happy.
By coincidence, Liu Qingyi's No. 16 was assigned to the same group as No. 31 Feng Tao, who was shorted in the first round.
Feng Tao also looked at Liu Qingyi at this moment, perhaps because he saw the situation in Liu Qingyi's last fight, and his face was full of solemnity.
Liu Qingyi twitched the corner of his mouth and turned a blind eye to Feng Tao's reaction. He only stretched his neck to look at the winner of the first round. Among the people who came with Lan Fengyuan, except for Wan Yan from Tianxuan City, who won the first round Eliminated by opponents, the rest are still there.
