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"Miss Qu Bing will win! Come on!"

"Miss Qu Bing beat him!"

Many disciples in the audience were cheering for the girl.

First, Qu Bing was very beautiful.

There is a saying among the disciples that there are four beauties.

These four beauties are the cute and playful Chen Xueji, the lively and agile Liu Ruxing, the arrogant and cold Qu Bing, and the gentle and graceful Mu Xue, but Gu Xia has never seen the last one.

The high-ranking flower always arouses the desire to conquer men, so Qu Bing has many admirers and pursuers, and there are even more people cheering for her.

Second, many disciples are not happy with Gu Xia, so they will naturally support his opponent.

The two stood on the ring.

"The game begins!"

The referee gave an order, and the first game of the top 16 officially began.

However, neither of them took action immediately, but stood there and watched for a while.

"This little girl is a little different from others..." Gu Xia realized something.

"Please teach me the bee sting sword technique!" Qu Bing raised the long sword in her hand.

The sword looked different from ordinary things. It was crystal clear, like an ice sword, and it always exuded a frosty aura.

The next second, Qu Bing thrust out the ice sword in his hand, and the sword speed was extremely fast, forming sword flowers in the air.

Gu Xia felt a chill coming, and the blade was clearly attached with Xuanli.

"Xuanli Realm? No, it's an enchanted weapon!"

Gu Xia dodged repeatedly. Xuanli attacks were no joke. Even if his body was made of tempered steel, he would be cut off by Xuanli attacks.

The audience began to discuss.

A knowledgeable senior brother immediately recognized it: "Mysterious power is attached, this is a third-grade weapon!

But even warriors who have entered the Zang realm rarely have a third-grade weapon, how could she have it?"

An entry-level disciple who knew the inside story said: "Miss Qu Bing is a daughter of the head of a small sect, Baihe Sect.

A few years ago, Baihe Sect was wiped out by enemies, and Miss Qu Bing was the only one who escaped. She joined our Tianxuan Sect for revenge.

The long sword Shui Han is her father's sword."

"It's no wonder that her father has blessed her. With that long sword, Junior Sister Qu Bing's strength can approach the Xuanliu realm. I think Gu Xia will lose."

"Haha, that's for sure, senior brother, look at that crazy Gu who was beaten and ran away with his head in his hands, so embarrassed!"

"Come on, Miss Qu Bing!"

The cheers for the girl in the audience became louder and louder.

Gu Xia quickly retreated to the edge of the ring. The mysterious power long sword was indeed terrifying. He only got a touch of the cold air, and there was a blood mark on his face.

However, Gu Xia had already figured out Qu Bing's tricks and immediately began to fight back.

The girl thrust out a sword, but Gu Xia was quick-witted and slapped her hand with the black iron glove.

Bang!

The sword was slapped away, and Gu Xia's glove also left an obvious scratch, but it was not damaged.

Chao Sha's glove was a second-grade weapon, which was tempered by the mysterious force during forging. Although it could not release the mysterious energy, it was not something that a half-hearted martial artist could cut through.

The next second, Gu Xia launched a counterattack, and the sharp claws of the glove stretched out, pointing directly at Qu Bing's cheek.

The girl dodged hurriedly, but in an instant, Gu Xia kicked out again, and it was a crotch kick towards her crotch.

Qu Bing barely dodged another kick, and a moment later Gu Xia stretched out his hand at a weird angle, and a dragon claw hand reached towards her chest.

Qu Bing immediately burst out with all her strength and retreated, and then she felt a sharp pain, and then she looked down and saw that there was a hole in her clothes on her left chest, and blood was oozing out.

The audience immediately booed.

"Despicable villain!"

"Are you ashamed?"

"Vile! Shameless!"

"Pervert, you actually attacked Miss Qu Bing's private parts!"

Several elders on the viewing platform also frowned, but they didn't think it was inappropriate for Gu Xia to attack the girl's private parts.

"It's just a competition between fellow disciples? Why is this boy's attack so vicious?

All the targets are the most vulnerable parts of the opponent's body. If he hits them hard, the opponent will be seriously injured immediately."

"Gu Xia's martial virtues have been lost, and the impact has not been good, and it has also aroused public anger. Should the elders stop the game or disqualify him?" asked a supervisor.

Yuan Yi, who happened to be here to watch the game today, immediately said, "Not appropriate.

The rules of the sect don't say that you can't hit your opponent's chest. He didn't violate the rules, so why should he be disqualified?

Besides, Qu Bing's sword affects fairness even more."

"Yuan Yi is right. We can't interfere too much in the affairs of the younger generation. The disciple has a violent personality. We can slowly teach him later."

An old elder made the final decision and resolved the dispute.

Back on the ring, Gu Xia stretched his muscles and was about to attack again.

When Qu Bing saw his starting move, he decisively shouted, "I admit defeat."

Then the girl walked away, covering her chest, becoming the only one of Gu Xia's opponents in the martial arts competition who left the venue by herself instead of being carried away.

"Huh?"

Gu Xia was quite unhappy. He was suppressed for a long time. Just when he was about to fight back, the opponent admitted defeat, as if he had sneezed halfway and forced himself to hold it back.

But under the watchful eyes of the crowd, he couldn't make another move.

He could only leave the venue in anger.

In fact, the Water Cold Sword was not usable at all in the Awakening Realm. After a while, Qu Bing’s inner strength and physical energy were drained, and now his legs were weak.

He could not fight anymore, so he admitted defeat.

Gu Xia won, but there was no cheering. Everyone looked at him coldly or with contempt.

Qu Bing was surrounded by a group of female disciples, who checked his injuries.

But Gu Xia didn’t care about these empty things.

He walked off the stage.

Yu Chen, who was waiting in the waiting area, came over. He was slightly dissatisfied: "Brother Gu, I didn't expect you to advance to the top 16.

But you were too ruthless. The opponent is not an enemy, but our fellow disciple!"

Gu Xia said indifferently: "So what? I'm just looking for the most efficient way to compete."

Yu Chen, who was always kind, couldn't help but say coldly: "You guy! I hate you more and more, and I want to defeat you more personally!"

"Then I'll wait for you." Gu Xia said lightly, and then walked away.

Yu Chen thought about it and reminded him: "Brother Gu, why don't you stay and watch other games.

Know the methods of future opponents, otherwise I'm worried that you will be eliminated before I meet you."

"No need, I will knock down every enemy with my fists..."

On the other side, before the next game started, an elder on the viewing platform made a temporary speech.

"Yes, yes!

Everyone, this competition is just a competition between fellow disciples. The purpose is to let everyone exchange their Xuanwu experience, and the reward is also to mobilize everyone's enthusiasm.

It's enough to show the style of our generation of warriors. The competition is not important. Everything is based on harmony."

This was obviously said to Gu Xia, but it was obvious that he was the only one who didn't hear it.

...

Gu Xia walked out of the venue alone. He was going to eat in the cafeteria, and then go back to dream about soul cultivation.

These two things have been the most important things in his day since the beginning of the year.

The semi-finals will be held tomorrow, and the ring has nothing to do with him today.

"I haven't seen you for a while, you have become stronger again, Gu Xia." At this time, a voice came from behind.

He looked back and saw a middle-aged man walking towards him.

It was Yuan Yi, the manager of the disciples.