C20 Great Competition Three

The first round of the competition ended without any pause. Immediately, two youths each held a wooden stick and climbed onto the stone platform.

Under the signal of the brown-shirted young man, the two of them also used their own methods to fight against each other.

Although Qin Fengming had not practiced the art of staff techniques, he knew. This kind of weapon was a weapon that could be used to reduce strength by ten times. Staff techniques were most suitable for mid-range and long-distance battles, because the wooden staff itself was already half a zhang long. When used, the range of impact was very wide.

These two Hundred Smelting Clan disciples clearly knew each other in the past, so when they came into contact with each other, neither of them probed each other. They directly used their ultimate moves and fought fiercely with each other.

Qin Fengming couldn't help but laugh in his heart when he saw the techniques used by these two people. These two people had actually given up fighting with their techniques. Instead, they were fighting with all their might.

The result of this kind of brute force competition was naturally determined very quickly.

The third pair, regardless of age or strength, had a huge disparity. In just a short moment, the person who used a pair of fleshy palms seized the opponent's long spear and won effortlessly.

Looking at the young man who used a palm technique, Qin Fengming's face revealed a solemn expression. That person only used a pair of flesh palms, but his martial arts was extremely high. Although he had not reached the realm of Master's Thunderbolt Palm, it still made Qin Fengming feel that it was difficult to resist.

Seeing the young man's actions, Qin Fengming could not help but put away his underestimation of the disciples.

After the third round of the competition ended, it was time for Qin Fengming to go up the stage. He smiled at the disciples who came with him. Qin Fengming walked out from the crowd and climbed onto the stone platform without any panic.

Holding the bamboo plate, the young man in brown looked at Qin Fengming and his expression froze. Looking at Qin Fengming's figure and age, it was easy for the young man to know that he was the disciple who had just entered the sect last time. He was really surprised that he dared to step onto the stage at such a young age.

However, after a short pause, he still waved his hand and let the two of them begin the competition.

The weapon in the young man's hand was very strange. He held a strange weapon in each of his hands. There was a crescent tooth under the weapon, and there was a hook at the front of the weapon.

The young man looked at Qin Fengming, and a puzzled look appeared in his eyes. However, there was also a hint of surprise in his eyes.

"Junior brother, you are a new disciple, right? You are participating in the competition at such a young age. Don't you know that swords and sabers have no eyes?" The young man's expression was relaxed as he spoke.

"Greetings, Senior Brother. Junior Brother is a disciple who hasn't even been in the Sunset Valley for three years. This competition is just to broaden my horizons. I hope senior brother will show mercy." Qin Fengming was very polite. He bowed and said.

"Swords and swords have no eyes, but senior brother will pay attention." The disciple nodded and said.

The two of them didn't say anything else.

The young man crossed his arms in front of his chest and stared at Qin Fengming with bright eyes. He did not take the initiative to attack.

Qin Fengming took out the sword that his master had given him and smiled. With a shake of his hand, the first style of the Floating Willow Thirteen Forms was unleashed like flowing water. It was launched towards the young man who was dozens of feet away.

The young man who was holding the strange weapon was shocked when he saw the young man in front of him attack.

The young man in front of him was not an easy opponent. With such a skillful technique, even if he used all of his strength, it would be hard to say whether he could defeat the young man or not.

Therefore, the young man did not dare to be careless anymore. He concentrated all of his energy and started to use his weapon move.

Although the young man in front of him was skilled in strange weapon techniques, the power was not to be underestimated. However, under the exquisite Floating Willow Thirteen Forms sword technique, he was still completely suppressed. After the beginning of the battle, Qin Fengming had become more relaxed the more he fought. He had only used half of his strength.

The more the young disciple fought, the more shocked he became. The young man in front of him was extremely experienced. His sword moves were swift and swift, as if he was someone who had lived in this world for more than ten years. Layers of sword light surrounded him, and he felt that there were sword shadows flashing all around him. If it wasn't for the stability of his defense, he would have been defeated a long time ago.

At this moment, Qin Fengming's mind had been greatly relieved. If he wanted to defeat the young man in front of him, it would only be a matter of his heart.

However, even though he was young, he knew the principle of the first rafter being rotten. With his age, if he won every battle, he would definitely provoke the common hatred of all the disciples. It would not be a good thing for him to gain a foothold in Sunset Valley in the future.

With this thought in mind, Qin Fengming already had a plan in his heart. Suddenly, he saw the young man opposite him using both of his weapons to attack his sword. His hand shook, and a crisp sound was heard. The sword was bounced up and fell ten feet away.

"Thank you, senior brother, for showing mercy. Junior brother's skill is not good enough. I admit defeat this time." Qin Fengming cupped his fists and bowed. After saying this, he picked up the sword and floated down the stage.

He stared blankly at Qin Fengming as he left. The young man stood on the stage. His face was filled with confusion. He was obviously going to lose, but his opponent was still able to withstand his ordinary attack. And the sword had left his hand, this was really hard for him to understand.

"Fengming, you didn't notice the slightest sign of defeat, but why did you suddenly lose?" Returning to the audience, Duan Meng and the others immediately asked in detail.

Qin Fengming did not mind and chuckled. "It's just a moment of carelessness. It doesn't matter. There is still a competition in the Losers Group. If you win in the competition below, you can also enter the next round."

Hearing his words, the other disciples were still discussing animatedly. All of them suddenly felt a sense of loss and regret towards him.

"Zhang Feng, Wei Zhihu goes up to the stage to compete." While Qin Fengming was resting with his eyes closed, the young man in the brown shirt on the stone platform shouted.

Along with the two of them going up the stage, Qin Fengming recognized that these two were the disciples who had just lost. As for the people in Qin Fengming's group, he already knew their strength. Qin Fengming was very confident that he would be able to enter the next round smoothly.

When Duan Meng reminded Qin Fengming that it was time for him to go up the stage again, he had already fought two more matches in his group. A young man named Wei Zhihu had obtained the qualification to challenge ___. One was Cui Liang, but he had advanced to the next round.

The opponent of this round was the seventeen-year-old disciple who used a sword. Qin Fengming admired this person. He knew that this person had some skill in martial arts, but it was only that he was not weak. There was still a gap between him and this person.

Both parties did not need to say much. Under the signal of the brown-clothed youth, the battle began.

This time, Qin Fengming did not hold back at all. He only used thirty moves and managed to send his opponent's long sword flying with a clever move. He successfully obtained the challenge qualification.

Seeing that Qin Fengming had successfully won, Duan Meng and the other disciples who came with him immediately cheered and cheered. The scene was filled with noise.

Qin Fengming had won this battle. It was the first victory he had obtained as a new disciple over the past few decades. How could they not be happy?

As the competition went on, the opponents became clearer and clearer. Qin Fengming was going to compete for the last place to advance with a young man who used a stick.

Both of them stood on the stone platform and looked at the young man who was one head shorter than them. The disciple with the stick did not have the slightest intention of looking down on him. He had seen all of Qin Fengming's previous fights. Although the young man in front of him was young, his skill was very profound.

The young man knew that it was extremely difficult to defeat the young man in front of him with his skill. The only way was to use his strength to force the young man to give up his sword and admit defeat.

Thinking of this, the disciples with sticks suddenly used their sticks and clubs to hit the longsword in Qin Fengming's hand, hoping that it would be a success with one hit.

Facing his opponent's attack, Qin Fengming understood. He used the Floating Willow Thirteen Forms and the exquisite sword skill. His young body was even more agile, spinning around his opponent. He did not want to collide with his opponent's weapon.

When the two of them fought for seventy rounds, Qin Fengming stabbed his sword lightly, cutting a wound on his opponent's arm.

The wound was not deep, but it also forced his opponent to give up.

At this point, the number six platform had already decided the names of the disciples who would enter the next round. They were: Blade-wielding disciple Huyan Zhuo, Wei Zhihu, the martial arts Cui Liang, and Qin Fengming.

The second round of the competition would only begin on the second day. Surrounded by Duan Meng and the other disciples of the same batch, it was like a moon surrounded by stars as Qin Fengming was escorted out of the valley.