Martial arts Dazhutian

Chapter 25 The Unexpected Action
"It's over!"

A voice came from the crowd below.

Huang Lin saw a disciple dressed in light ink come out.

He is still a senior uncle of the Qing Dynasty.

"Hmph, I won't know until I've fought. Since this uncle is in his early years, please come to the stage and teach me!"

The word enlightenment is extremely important.

The young uncle didn't answer, and walked onto the stage slowly, every step was measured like a ruler.

"what?"

Tan Qingfang in front of him seemed suspicious.

"Which junior brother is this? Just by looking at his steps, he doesn't look like an ordinary person."

Huang Lin looked and looked carefully, completely confused.

"Huashan, the wind is clear!"

There is no flashy sword-holding ceremony, just ordinary sword-holding and fist-holding.

"It's him!"

"It was him."

"I said, why is it so unfamiliar? I haven't seen her in a few years, and the changes are a bit big."

The teacher in the front row heard that the younger brother registered his own number, so he matched the person with the name.

There is no way, because of Feng Qingyang at the beginning, the great elder of Jianzong was replaced. Although it was only the fuse, it was already impressive!

For Huang Lin, this name was like thunder in his previous life, and he heard it from time to time after entering Huashan.

Finally got to meet the real one today.

He wasn't in the mood for excitement, he just thought about how to get close calls in the future, to see if he could get "Dugu Nine Swords" in his hands.

"Hmph! Qizong, don't tell me often, please enlighten me!"

Chang Bushao had also heard of Feng Qingyang's name back then.

Who is not a genius?Why did Feng Qingyang, who was a few years younger than him, become his uncle!

It's still from Jianzong!
After seeing the ceremony, he first made a gesture of "Welcome the guests with green pine".

With so many high-level people watching, the proper etiquette must be followed, and since he is of a low seniority, he has to make the move first.

Seeing Feng Qingyang swipe casually on the opposite side, he rubbed his body and leaned forward.

The long sword stabbed straight in the face, and the blade was still swaying left and right. Obviously, it wanted to block the two sides and let Feng Qingyang take it hard.

Seeing Feng Qingyang raising his hand to fight hard, Chang Bu Shao raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and his eyes showed color.

But so!

"Koudang~~~" (Where is the word next to the word "koudang"?)
Chang Bushao's expression suddenly changed drastically, and he used his strength to retreat quickly.

Seeing that Feng Qingyang didn't chase after him, he just stood there holding his sword.

"Your internal strength?!"

He looked horrified and asked in disbelief.

As we all know, most of Jianzong's disciples are people with mediocre internal strength.

You must know that he has already started to understand the "Hand Shaoyang Sanjiao Sutra", and he is the best among Qizong disciples. The top-notch ones are second-rate even in terms of internal strength. (Article 10 is serious, please refer to Chapter 6 for the division of ranks)
But Feng Qingyang in front of him is said to be only 24, and his internal strength is even deeper than that of a disciple of the Qi sect!
"Martial nephew is going to admit defeat?"

An imperceptible smile appeared on the corner of Feng Qingyang's mouth, and he quickly put it away before asking seriously.

But even so, he was noticed by Chang Bushao who had been staring at him.

Chang Bushao suddenly became angry.

laugh at me?
When Dang Li stepped forward, a set of unfamiliar swordsmanship came out.

Suddenly, the whole body was surrounded by sword light, making it hard to figure out where the sword would come from.

"twelve!"

Luan Qingrou spoke.

"Well, I used a unique move when I came up, it seems that I was a little anxious."

Xu Qinghe on the left answered, this is also an elder of Jianzong.

Luan Qingrou knew that Huang Lin behind him had entered the door soon, so she continued:

"This "Golden Dragon Sword Technique" was also one of the Zhenpai sword techniques that I sent, but now it lacks the 'three-six' move, and its power is greatly reduced. It can only be regarded as first-class."

It was another strange name, Huang Lin was a little speechless, how much martial arts did the Huashan faction lose, and when he was proud, there was only so much left.

Feng Qingyang on the arena saw that Chang Bu Shao's sword was powerful, so he wasn't surprised, he used the move "Qing Shan Yin Yin" flatly, and defended him off.

Then it was "Breeze to send coolness" to return a trick.

You come and go for a while.

十招
twenty
Chang Bu Shao saw that he couldn't attack for a long time, and immediately used his tricks frequently, and after a while, sweat stains were faintly visible on his forehead.

Although the "Golden Dragon Sword Technique" consumes a lot of internal energy, it is not enough to make a master with second-rate internal energy exhausted after just forty strokes.

It is mainly because of his frequent use of the tricks 'Twelve' and 'Twenty-Four' that lead to the emptiness of his dantian.

After another twenty strokes, Chang Bushao's face was already pale.

Feng Qingfeng moved his long sword away with the "Heavenly Gentleman Hanging Upside Down", and then retracted the tip of the sword with a touch of his heart.

"Acceptance!"

Chang Bu Shao resigned.

Feng Yangqing on the stage won easily.

The high-level people on the other side of the stand were a little embarrassed.

Feng Qingyang, who is still on the stage here, is from the Sword Sect, at a young age, and his internal strength is deeper than that of the outstanding disciples of the Qi Sect. ".

Chang Bushao, who was already in the fight over there, and the Qi sect, even if their internal strength is not as deep as others, but they used Zhenshan swordsmanship, and they lost!

This Jianzong is not like Jianzong, and Qizong is not like Qizong.

Standing behind, Huang Lin couldn't see the teacher's expression, but could imagine their tangled faces.

My own disciples are excellent, but it is their advantage to win, what a fat thing!

After Chang Bu Shao went to the challenge, no one came up to challenge for a while.

After a while, someone came up, the airbender.

Huang Lin had some recollection, the disciples of the two schools of sword qi were interesting.

If there are people from Jianzong on the stage, all the challengers are from Qizong, and vice versa.

I haven't seen Jianzong fighting Jianzong, and Qizong beating Qizong.

After scanning around, he realized that it was more than that.

On the side of the stands, the master is in the middle.

The left side is full of high-ranking Airbenders.

He is on the right side, and this side belongs to Jianzong.

Even the disciples in the audience are clearly divided.

Shaking his head, this is not something he can handle now.

After seeing Feng Qingyang on the stage winning three games in a row with ease, he didn't even step off the stage to rest.

Low-key arrogance.

The atmosphere on the right side of the stand became a little lively, and all the elders praised Feng Qingyang.

The disciples on the side of the Qizong had a lot of anger on their faces.

Three or four people stood up all of a sudden, and in the end it was a senior brother who was not a senior with quick legs and went up first.

It goes up fast, and it doesn't go down slowly.

In just twenty moves, he was defeated and left.

One after another.

Huang Lin looked at Feng Qingyang standing on the ring.

Somehow, I thought of the big boss of the villain.

And the Qizong disciples who came to the stage one after another, looked like the gourd baby who saved Grandpa.

He hummed uncontrollably:
"Gourd baby, gourd baby, seven melons on one vine"

The teachers in front couldn't help but look back when they heard the strange ditty behind them.

"This little song is not bad, I will teach Cheng'er later."

Seeing his wife turn her head to speak, his ears were a little hot, and he rubbed the back of his head in embarrassment.

After finishing the calf, I am ashamed and ashamed.

Let's be honest and look at Feng Qingyang's pretense.

At this time, Feng Qingyang had already defeated more than a dozen Qizong disciples in a row, and no one of his generation was up for the challenge.

The atmosphere on the side of the Jianzong disciples became more and more enthusiastic, and several female disciples had little stars in their eyes.

After a while, seeing no one came up, Feng Qingyang took out a note from his sleeve.

"Which martial nephew is Cui Busheng?"

Looking at the note in his hand, Feng Qingyang raised his head and said.

A person walked out from the air sect.

If you are named, you cannot refuse to take the stage unless you admit defeat.

If less than ten moves are made, the person will be defeated.

"Shen Buyi"

"Congratulations"

Seven or eight people in a row were all from Qizong's side, and none of them survived ten moves.

Feng Qingyang used "Huashan Sword Art" completely.

"Song Buzhi"

Hearing this name, Jian Zong was silent for a moment, and then became noisy again.

"How could Uncle Feng order our own people?"

"Is this the wrong person? Do you want to call Song Buchi from Qizong?"

The disciples of Jianzong whispered among each other, and one of them stared at the stage dumbfounded.

"Is Song Buzhi's nephew here?"

Uncle Feng is crazy, he even beats his own people!

"Is my nephew here?"

The stunned disciple came out with an expression of disbelief.

"Come up."

Feng Qingyang was not surprised to see people coming out from the disciples of the Sword Sect.

If someone sees the note in his hand, they will find that the words Jianzong Qizong are written in front of the name on it.

"Nephew admit defeat."

Song Buzhi knew that Uncle Feng's martial arts were great, and now that he was suddenly named, he was a little uneasy, and he would only humiliate himself if he went up, so he gave up directly.

Feng Qingyang didn't care, and continued to nominate the names on the note.

"Xia Buhui"

Another name of Jianzong.

"What do you mean, uncle?"

Xia Buhui frowned and asked after walking onto the ring.

"Competing in the same discipline, there is no need to worry too much."

Feng Qingyang avoided answering.

"Humph!"

Seeing this, Xia Buhui didn't ask any more questions, and attacked directly after being courteous.

It's a pity that the strength is not as good, and he also didn't survive ten moves.

With an angry face, he stepped down and returned to the crowd.

There are some fried pots on Jianzong's side, and the voice of discussion becomes more and more obvious.

“Ginger is not thin”

"Chi Buwei"

The next ten people were all from Jianzong's side.

"What's going on with Feng Qingyang?!"

"One or two can be said to be a mistake. Now nearly ten of them are disciples of my Sword Sect. What is his intention!"

The teachers can now see that Feng Qingyang is beating even his own people.

Huang Lin sneaked a glance at Master Tan's side face, and sure enough, his face was angry.

On the contrary, faint laughter came from the direction where the elder of the air sect was.

It was Little Fatty, his master, who had the loudest voice.

Then Feng Qingyang ordered more than 20 people one after another, including Qi Zong and Jian Zong.

Counting fifty or sixty games.

He didn't even sweat, and his clothes were still neat, as if he had just stepped on stage.

He glanced at the note in his hand, pinched it casually, raised his head and asked:

"But there are still nephews coming up to discuss it?"

Seeing that none of the disciples of different ages in the audience answered, he dug into his bosom and took out another note.

"."

It was only then that Huang Lin remembered that the people he had just ordered were all not of seniority.

really.

"Lin Qingyi"

Came out from Airbender.

"Qizong, Lin Qingyi, I have met my junior."

"Mount Hua, the wind is clear, please give me advice."

He suddenly discovered that Feng Qingyang had never reported his identity as Jianzong.

"Is this what Uncle Abandoned means?"

Tan Qingfang recalled that Feng Qingyang was trying to convince the disciples of the two schools of Qi and Sword with his own strength, and let the disciples of the two schools point the finger at him.

Feng Qingyang has been practicing martial arts with Qi Yunyi since he became a teacher, never showing up, and it is said that he has traveled around the mountains for several years.

Obviously, they don't know the details of the two sects of qi sword in the sect.

Lin Qingyi on the stage didn't last long, and lost thirty or forty moves.

After defeating another senior brother of Jianzong, this is the number 20 of the three Qing characters.

The breath of the wind is also a little heavier.

The brothers of the Qing generation consumed a lot of him.

Once the named challenge starts, he can't rest, not to mention he still has the task assigned by his master.

With a sigh of relief, he called his name according to the note.

The Qizong disciples in the audience were both worried and happy.

Feng Qingyang was the youngest of the Qing generation, and there was a lot of trouble when he was apprenticed to a teacher.

They have more or less heard their teachers say it.

Such a powerful person turned out to be from Jianzong's side.

But this guy seems to have never claimed to be a disciple of Jianzong, not only beating them, but also not letting go of Jianzong.

This is probably a fake Sword Sect disciple!

Not to mention the people on Jianzong's side, although Feng Qingyang lost dozens of people in a row, they were not surprised at all.

They're all complaining about hate.

traitor!

As time goes by, the person Feng Qingyang points to is getting older and older, and the time it takes for him to defeat an opponent is getting longer and longer.

Her hair was a little messy, and her clothes were damaged in several places, and she could no longer maintain a chic look.

Losing is just a matter of time.

All the top Huashan executives in the stands looked at him with complicated expressions.

There were 20 more people, after Feng Qingyang barely defeated his opponent, he took out the already soaked note.

I managed to find a name that I could still read.

"Yan Qingzhao"

At this point he was exhausted, and sweat seeped out of his clothes.

Her hair was disheveled and her feet faltered.

It was hot all around.

It's just that the hand holding the sword is still steady and strong.

A senior brother of the Air Sect came up to the stage slowly, looked at him with a complicated expression and said:
"The younger brother has won 176 games in a row, and he is sure to win the championship. There is no need to fight again."

Feng Qingyang forced a smile, but didn't reply.

In just ten or so strokes, although Feng Qingyang's sword was not chaotic, his attack was already weak.

If it wasn't for Yan Qingzhao's keeping it in check, he would have been defeated in three or two moves.

The last one staggered and slammed straight into the tip of Yan Qingzhao's stabbing sword.

Yan Qingzhao immediately withdrew his sword and retreated, and said:
"Junior Brother, it's an honor to be defeated!"

There was an uproar below.

In this year's Inner Sect Grand Competition, everyone is afraid that no one will remember, only the name Feng Qingyang will be remembered.

Even Yan Qingzhao who won against him in the end.

If you observe carefully, you will find that there are only a few female disciples with tears in their eyes.

Most of the people were silent, showing anger.

"It deserves it, if he didn't order so many people from our Jianzong, how could it be like this!"

Some disciples said so.

Feng Qingyang staggered down the ring under everyone's gaze, and found a random place to sit cross-legged and rest.

too tired!
"Master, this disciple has tried his best."

(End of this chapter)