Hundred Refinements Ascension Record

The first competition ended smoothly, and the battle did not stop at all. Immediately, two youths each held a wooden stick and climbed onto the stone platform.

Under the gesture of the young man in brown shirt, the two also used their own means to fight together.

As for the stick technique, although Qin Fengming has never practiced it, he knows that this kind of weapon is a kind of weapon that can be defeated by strength.Stick martial arts are most suitable for medium and long-distance battles, because the wooden stick itself is already half a foot long.When it is deployed, it affects a wide range.

These two Bailiantang disciples had obviously known each other before, so after they came into contact with each other, neither of them tried to test each other, but directly used their unique moves and fought together desperately.

Looking at the moves used by the two, Qin Fengming couldn't help but smile in his heart, the two had actually given up the fight of moves at this time, and instead fought with strength.

This kind of brute force fighting method, naturally, the winner was quickly determined.

The third pair of players, regardless of their age or strength, were very different. In just a moment, the man with a pair of fleshy palms captured the opponent's spear and won effortlessly.

Looking at the young man who used the palm technique, Qin Fengming showed a dignified expression.The man only had a pair of fleshy palms, but his martial arts were extremely high. Although he hadn't reached the level of his master's Thunderbolt Palm, it still made Qin Fengming feel irresistible.

Seeing what the young man did, Qin Fengming couldn't help but put away his contempt for the disciples.

With the end of the third competition, it was time for Qin Fengming to take the stage.Smiling at the disciple who came beside him, Qin Fengming left the crowd and boarded the stone platform without any panic.

Holding the bamboo card in his hand, the young man in the brown shirt looked at Qin Fengming, and couldn't help but pause.The young man looked at Qin Fengming's figure and age, and it was easy to know that he should be a disciple who had just started last time.He was really surprised that he dared to go on stage at such a young age.

But after a short pause, he still waved his hands and let the two of them start the competition.

The weapon in the young man's hand is very strange. Each of his hands holds a strange weapon. There is a crescent under the blade and a hook at the front.

The young man looked at Qin Fengming with a trace of puzzlement in his eyes, but amidst the puzzlement, there was a flash of surprise.

"Junior Brother, are you a new student? You are participating in the competition at such an age. Don't you know that a sword has no eyes?" The young man said with a relaxed expression.

"Greetings, Senior Brother. Junior Brother is a disciple who has not yet come to Sunset Clouds Valley for three years. This competition is only for gaining knowledge. I hope Senior Brother will be merciful." Qin Fengming bowed very politely. , said in the mouth.

"Swords have no eyes, but I will pay attention, brother." The disciple nodded.

The two stopped talking.

The young man crossed his weapons in front of his chest, then stared at Qin Fengming with piercing eyes, and did not take the initiative to attack.

Qin Fengming took out the sword given by his master, smiled slightly, and with his hands trembling, the first form of the Thirteen Forms of the Ploating Willow rushed out like flowing clouds and flowing water, attacking the young man several feet away.

Suddenly seeing the young man on the other side making a move, the young man holding a strange weapon was shocked.

The young man in front of him is no easy person, with such proficient moves, even if he goes all out, whether he can defeat him is a matter of two opinions.

So the young man didn't dare to push himself any further, and under the whole province's concentration, he began to use his own weapons.

Although the young monster in front of him is proficient in sword moves and powerful.But under the exquisite sword moves of Piaoliu Thirteen Styles, he was still completely suppressed.After going all out at the beginning, Qin Fengming, who became more and more relaxed in the Vietnam War, only showed five points of his strength.

The young disciple became more and more frightened as he struggled.The twelve or thirteen-year-old boy in front of him, his moves are sophisticated, his sword moves are erratic, like someone who has been obsessed with this way for more than ten years.Layers of sword light surrounded him, and he felt sword shadows flickering everywhere. If he hadn't kept his guard firmly, he would have been defeated long ago.

At this time, Qin Fengming's mind was already relaxed.It is only a matter of heartbeat if you want to defeat the young man on the other side.

But although he is young, he also knows the reason why the rafters in his early years rot first.At his age, if he wins every battle, it will inevitably arouse the hatred of all the disciples, but it will not be a good thing for him to gain a foothold in Sunset Cloud Valley in the future.

As soon as he thought of this, Qin Fengming had a plan in mind.Suddenly, he saw the young man on the opposite side slamming his sword with both hands, taking advantage of the situation, his hand trembled, and with a crisp sound, the sword was bounced off and fell to a distance of Zhang Yuan.

"Thank you, brother, for being merciful. My brother is not good at learning, so I admit defeat." After clasping his fists and saluting, Qin Fengming picked up the long sword, floated off the stage and left.

Watching Qin Fengming leave in a daze, the young man stood on the stage with a dazed look on his face.He was clearly about to be defeated, but the opponent actually let go of the long sword under his extremely ordinary attack, which made it hard for him to understand.

"Feng Ming, you didn't show the slightest sign of defeat, but why did you suddenly lose?" After returning to the stage, Duan Meng and the others immediately asked in detail.

Qin Fengming grinned indifferently and said, "It's okay if you don't pay attention. There is also a loser's group competition. If you win the following competition, you can also enter the next round."

Hearing what he said, the other disciples were still talking about it, and they all felt sorry for his sudden disappearance.

"Zhang Feng, Wei Zhihu is going to compete on stage." Just as Qin Fengming closed his eyes to rest, the young man in brown shirt on the stone platform shouted.

As the two came to the stage, Qin Fengming recognized that these two were the disciples who both lost just now.For the people in Qin Fengming's group at this time, he already knew the strength of each of them, and Qin Fengming was confident that he could successfully enter the next round.

When Duan Meng reminded Qin Fengming that it was time for him to take the stage again, his group had already had two more matches.A young man named Wei Zhihu was qualified to challenge.One is Cui Liang, but he directly advances to the next round.

This round's opponent is the seventeen or eighteen-year-old disciple who wields a sword.For this person, Qin Fengming admired him very much. He knew that the opponent had some martial arts skills, but it was not weak. Compared with himself, there was still a gap.

The two sides didn't need to talk too much, and the fight started under the gesture of the young man in brown shirt.

This time, Qin Fengming didn't hold back the slightest bit, and after only thirty moves, he used a clever move to fly the opponent's long sword, and successfully won the qualification for the challenge.

Seeing Qin Fengming's successful victory, Duan Meng and his fellow disciples cheered thunderously, and the scene was full of commotion.

Qin Fengming won this battle, but it was his first victory as a new disciple in decades.How can you not make everyone happy.

As the competition progressed, the opponent gradually became clear, and Qin Fengming finally had to compete with a young man with a stick for the last promotion place.

Standing on the stone platform, the two sides looked at the young man who was a head shorter than himself, and there was no slightest contempt for the disciple who used the stick.He had seen Qin Fengming's previous contest, and he had seen everything in his eyes. Although the young man opposite him was young, his skills were very profound.

The young man knew in his heart that it would be extremely difficult to defeat the young man in front of him by relying on his moves, the only way was to use his strength to force the opponent to give up his sword and admit defeat.

Thinking of this, as soon as the two sides clashed, the stick-wielding disciple slammed the stick into Qin Fengming's long sword, hoping to make meritorious deeds with one blow.

Facing the opponent's move, Qin Fengming understood in his heart that the thirteen moves of the Piaoliu were performed, and the exquisite sword moves were displayed. His young body was even more light and agile, and he walked around the opponent without colliding with the opponent's weapon. .

When the two fought for seventy rounds, Qin Fengming stabbed lightly with the tip of his sword, directly drawing a wound on the opponent's arm.

The wound was not deep, but it also forced the opponent to give up his stick and admit defeat.

So far, the No. [-] high platform has decided to enter the next round of disciple list, namely: the sword-wielding disciple Hu Yanzhuo, Wei Zhihu, Cui Liang who uses fists and feet, and Qin Fengming.

The second round of the competition would start on the second day. Surrounded by Duan Meng's disciples of the same class, they surrounded Qin Fengming and left the valley like stars holding the moon.