Unsurpassed Martial Saint

Chapter 22 Hushan Body Art
On the competition stage.

"Admit defeat, cousin Qin Ming, you have no chance of winning."

Qin Feng held the low-grade real silver dragon knife, looked at Qin Ming with an ugly face, and said proudly.

With the low-grade real weapon in hand, Qin Feng will undoubtedly win.

"you……"

Qin Ming would never have thought that his second uncle, Qin Hong, was so cunning that he lent the Silver Dragon Saber to Qin Feng. After all, such a thing had never happened before.

"Quickly admit defeat, don't waste my time." Qin Feng smiled disdainfully.

"Here, don't let my mother down."

Qin Yi's voice suddenly echoed in everyone's ears. He raised his big hand, saw a sword, and flew towards Qin Ming.

"Ok?"

Qin Ming was slightly taken aback when he heard this, and subconsciously stretched out his hand to grab the sword that Qin Yi threw over.

"This is?!"

Qin Ming gripped the sword tightly, and with a "clang", the blade came out of its sheath, revealing a chill.

"A low-grade real weapon!"

Seeing this, everyone immediately exclaimed. Even though they didn't know the name of the sword Qin Yi threw to Qin Ming, they knew that it was a genuine low-grade weapon.

"how can that be?!"

Qin Hong was full of confidence at first, and it would be easy for Qin Feng, who possessed a low-grade real sword, to defeat Qin Ming, but now that Qin Yi intervened and handed over a low-grade real sword to Qin Ming, the result was hard to say.

"This……"

Qin Long couldn't help being surprised when he saw this, and had to admit that his father was very unqualified, and he didn't know Qin Yi at all.

"This child..."

Qin Fang and Qin Nan were taken aback at first, then smiled slightly, full of appreciation.

They all knew that Qin Ming had always looked down on Qin Yi, but Qin Yi lent Qin Ming the low-grade real sword, which made them admire for a while.

In any case, they are all members of the Qin family. The strength of the Qin family cannot rely on only one person. It would be best if brothers could work together.

"Yi'er..."

Watching this scene, Mrs. Zhou murmured, a kind of unspeakable remorse emerged in her heart, but more, it was a kind of unspeakable guilt and self-blame.

Not only is she not a qualified mother, but she owes too much, too much to Qin Yi, a sensible child.

"Master..."

Xiao Lian looked at Qin Yi's back with a trace of displeasure in her beautiful eyes. Although she finally knew what was in the sword box, she never thought that it would be lent to Young Master Qin Ming.

However, Xiaolian also knows that Qin Yi has always been a kind person since he was a child, and he also attaches great importance to this family relationship, otherwise he would have fallen out with his mother and elder brother, instead of working hard alone silently.

Qin Yi did not avoid Qin Ming's gaze. Although his mother and elder brother treated him poorly, even excessively, this blood relationship cannot be erased, and he will soon be with the Qin family. I hope Qin Ming can Take good care of mother.

Since it was within his power, Qin Yi didn't mind helping Qin Ming, so he should repay his mother's gift of childbearing.

Anyway, when he was very young, when his mother didn't know Qin Yi's talent and understanding in martial arts, the Zhou family was still good to Qin Yi.

In Tiansheng Continent, the world is like this, Qin Yi can change only himself.

"Thank you."

When Qin Ming caught Qin Yi's gaze, he felt an indescribable guilt and apology in his heart, which finally turned into a voice of gratitude.He really didn't know what else to say.

Qin Yi smiled, then turned and left, taking a good rest and preparing for the final contest.

"Hmph! Even if you have a low-grade real weapon, you still can't beat me."

Qin Feng doesn't know how Qin Yi got the low-grade real sword, but he is confident that he must be the one who wins this competition in the end.

"Contest, start!"

When the middle-aged referee saw this, there was a trace of expectation in his eyes. Only such a well-matched competition would be more interesting.

"clang!"

Before the words fell, Qin Feng and Qin Ming fought fiercely together.

The flashes of swords and swords dazzled people.

"Amazing!"

Looking at this scene, everyone was amazed in their hearts.

From this point of view, Qin Feng and Qin Ming are on equal footing, both attacking and defending, coming and going, no one has the upper hand, and no one is at a disadvantage.

Winning or losing is hard to tell.

"Master, will the eldest master win?"

Although Xiao Lian didn't like Qin Ming and the Zhou family, they were Qin Yi's blood relatives after all, so she asked curiously, she believed that Qin Yi didn't want Qin Ming to lose, otherwise she wouldn't have given away the precious low-grade real weapon. Moon Sword was lent to Qin Ming.

"Will win."

Qin Yi smiled confidently and said, "Of course, this is without accident."

Although he doesn't like Qin Ming, the eldest brother, he has to admit that he is indeed a genius. He has cultivated the basic swordsmanship very well, and the mortal-level elementary martial skill - "Frost Swordsmanship" is also very good in his hands. It is very sharp, and it should be cultivated to the state of great accomplishment, which is not far from the state of perfection.

The martial art of the Qin family focuses on knives. If you practice swordsmanship, you are doomed to suffer.

Although Qin Feng's basic sword skills are far inferior to Qin Ming's basic sword skills, the martial skill he cultivated is a powerful mortal middle-level martial skill - "Blaster Blade Jue", and he has cultivated to the stage of Xiaocheng, otherwise, Qin Feng has long been defeated by Qin Ming.

"asshole!"

Qin Feng felt the huge pressure coming from the sword in Qin Ming's hand, and felt uncomfortable for a while. If there was no Shuiyue Sword, Qin Yi would have lost the competition long ago, but now, it is so overwhelming that he can't breathe.

"It's all Qin Yi!"

Qin Feng hated Qin Yi in his heart.

"you lose."

As soon as Qin Ming saw that Qin Feng's sword skills had reached the limit, he smiled confidently and said, "You are not the only one who has cultivated mortal-level middle-level martial arts."

Before he finished speaking, the Shuiyue sword in his hand stabbed at Qin Feng like an autumn wind.

"The autumn wind sweeps the leaves!"

The sword light flashed, the sword wind rose, and the Shuiyue sword appeared in front of Qin Feng's eyes.

"The Realm of Minor Success!"

When Qin Feng saw this, he couldn't help being startled. Unexpectedly, Qin Ming secretly practiced the only mortal middle-level sword art in the Qin family. This is probably known only to the Zhou family, and it was used as the trump card of this family competition.

"Humph!"

As soon as Qin Feng thought that Qin Ming had played the last hole card, he had a decision in his heart, and he snorted coldly, containing a kind of indescribable pride and disdain.

"You're not the only one with cards!"

Qin Feng roared, full of pride, and said: "This was originally to deal with Qin Yi, but it's also good, let's use his elder brother to try the power first."

Before he finished speaking, not only did he not retreat, but he went up to face the Shuiyue sword. With a wave of his arm, the strong wind howled, and the silver dragon knife slashed across.

"The wind is like thunder!"

The knife is like a gust of wind, and the light of the knife is like thunder.

"clang!"

The swords collided, and the two qi collided together.

"boom!"

There was a loud bang, and a gust of wind burst out, sweeping away in all directions, causing everyone in the audience to back away quickly before they stabilized their bodies.

"puff!"

Qin Ming spat out a mouthful of blood, his body flew up high like a kite with a broken string, and finally fell to the bottom of the competition platform.

"Tomorrow!"

Seeing this, Mrs. Zhou hurried over and helped Qin Ming up, but he still did not let go of the Shuiyue sword.

"Mother, the child has let you down."

Qin Ming's eyes were full of unwillingness.

"How is this going?!"

When everyone saw this scene, their eyes were full of doubts.

"Second brother, you are too unruly this time."

As the head of the family, Qin Long naturally knew what was going on, so he looked at Qin Hong coldly, with a strange anger clearly contained in his voice.

"Why am I breaking the rules?"

Qin Hong didn't care at all, and smiled smugly.

"Second brother, you taught Qin Feng the 'Tiger Mountain Body Jue' privately, is this still in compliance with the rules?"

As the law enforcement elder, Qin Nan couldn't see it this time.

Although Hushan Body Jue is only a mortal-level elementary martial skill, it is the only body-training martial skill of the Qin family. When it is cultivated to perfection, the strength and speed of the warrior will increase by about [-]%.

In a duel between warriors of the same level, even if the strength and speed increased by [-]%, it would be fatal.

therefore.

Body refining martial arts have always been very precious.

Among the Qin family, only the top three in the family competition are eligible to practice the "Hushan Body Art".

Although Qin Feng is a genius, he has never won the top three places in the family martial arts competition, so he is not qualified to practice "Hushan Body Art".

"Humph!"

When Qin Hong heard this, his eyes were filled with displeasure, and he said, "I am a dignified elder, don't I have such a right? Feng'er has the qualification to break through to the third level of Qi Dao."

After all, he ignored Qin Long and the others.

"never mind."

Seeing the anger in Qin Long's eyes, Qin Fang quickly said, "Second Brother is right, even though it's a bit far-fetched."

"I will remember."

Qin Long suppressed the anger in his heart, and said coldly.

"Qin Feng, win."

The middle-aged referee finally came to his senses and shouted.

"Hey."

Qin Feng smiled smugly, then looked at Qin Yi, his eyes were full of provocation.

Qin Yi didn't avoid Qin Feng's gaze, just smiled, shook his head, walked up to Qin Ming, took a look, and found that the elder brother was fine, comfortingly said: "He's fine."

After that, he turned and left.

"Yi'er..."

Zhou quickly turned to look at Qin Yi's back.

"Brother, return this sword to you."

Qin Ming stopped Qin Yi.

"No, you can keep it."

Without looking back, Qin Yi waved his hands, and then walked onto the martial arts arena to meet his last martial arts competition.

"younger brother……"

Qin Ming was completely stunned when he heard the words, he didn't know what to say for a while, and the apology in his heart became more intense.

"Brother, I advise you not to let nephew Qin Yi play, or the result will be the same as nephew Qin Ming."

As soon as Qin Hong saw that Qin Yi was going to the competition arena, he looked at Qin Long and said triumphantly, "This time, it's really not a matter of luck."

Hearing this, Qin Long didn't answer, and there was a trace of hesitation in his eyes. He naturally knew the strength of the Hushan Body Art. After all, he had cultivated the only physical training martial art of the Qin family. If a martial artist at the fifth level of Qi Dao didn't practice any body training martial arts, he would dare to fight.

This is the strength of body training martial arts.

"Yi'er will never lose."

(End of this chapter)