Record of Ascension by Hundred Refiners

As the first competition ended without any lull, two young men immediately stepped onto the stone platform each holding a wooden stick.

Under the instructions of the young man in brown shirt, the two men also used their own methods to fight together.

Although Qin Fengming failed to practice the stick technique, he also knew that this kind of weapon was a weapon that could defeat ten groups with force. This kind of martial arts is most suitable for medium and long distance fights, because the wooden stick itself is already half a foot long. When deployed, it is extremely powerful.

The two people seemed to have known each other before, so when they came into contact, neither one tested them, and they directly used their unique skills and fought together fiercely.

Looking at the moves used by the two, Qin Fengming couldn't help but smile in his heart. At this time, the two of them had given up fighting with each other, and instead fought hard.

This kind of reckless fighting method can determine the winner very quickly.

The third pair of people who came on stage were all very different in terms of age and strength. In just a moment, the person who used fists and kicks took the opponent's spear away, and the victory was effortless.

Looking at the young man using the palm technique, Qin Fengming's face showed a solemn look. He has a pair of fleshy palms, but his skills are extremely high. Although he has not reached the level of his master's thunder palm, it still makes Qin Fengming feel irresistible. Therefore, 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 fellow disciples beside him, Qin Fengming stepped away from the crowd and climbed onto the stone platform without any panic.

Holding the bamboo sign in his hand, the young man in brown shirt looked at Qin Fengming with a look of confusion. I was also extremely surprised that Qin Fengming dared to go on stage at such a young age. But after a short pause, he waved his hand and let the two of them start competing.

The young men opposite each held a strange weapon with a crescent below and a hook at the front. Looking at Qin Fengming, there was also a hint of relief in his eyes.

"Junior brother, are you a recent disciple? At such a young age, you are participating in a competition. Don't you know that swords have no eyes? I missed you and injured you, but it was very bad."

"Thank you for the reminder, senior brother. It has not been three years since we came to Luoxia Valley. This competition is just to increase our knowledge. I hope that senior brother will be merciful."

The disciple nodded and said no more. The weapons of both hands were crossed in front of his chest, and then he stared at Qin Fengming with bright eyes, but did not take the initiative to attack.

Pulling out the sword given by his master, Qin Fengming smiled slightly, and with the shaking of his hand, the first of the Thirteen Postures of Piao Liu came out like flowing clouds and flowing water, and quickly attacked the young man several feet away.

Just after the fight, the young man holding the strange soldier was shocked. The young man in front of him is not an easy person, even if he goes all out, he can defeat it, which is a matter of two things.

Although the young man in front of him was proficient in the sword moves and had great power, he was completely suppressed by the exquisite sword moves of Piao Liu's Thirteen Styles. After going all out at the beginning, Qin Fengming only used five points of his strength later.

Even so, the young disciple became more and more frightened as the fight continued. The twelve or thirteen-year-old boy in front of him was so experienced in his moves and his sword moves were erratic, as if he had been practicing this art for more than ten years. Layers of sword light surrounded him, and he felt sword shadows flashing everywhere. If he hadn't been able to defend firmly, he would have been defeated long ago.

At this time, Qin Fengming was already very excited. If he wanted to defeat the young man on the opposite side, it was only a matter of excitement. But even though he is young, he also knows the secret way. He still knows the reason why the first rafter will die first. At such an age, if he must win every battle, he will definitely arouse the same hatred among all the disciples, which is not a good thing for him to gain a foothold in Luoxia Valley in the future.

As soon as he thought about this, Qin Fengming already had a plan in mind. Suddenly, he saw the young man opposite slamming his sword with his sword. Following the trend, his hands shook, and with a crisp sound, the sword was bounced up and fell to a place ten feet away.

"Thank you, senior brother, for showing mercy. Junior brother is not good at learning, so I will admit defeat in this match." He cupped his fists and saluted. With these words, Qin Fengming picked up the sword and floated off the stage.

Watching Qin Fengming leave in a daze, the young man stood on the stage with a look of confusion on his face. He was obviously about to lose, but the opponent actually fell under his very ordinary attack, and the long sword escaped his hand, which made him confused. Very.

"Feng Ming, you didn't show any signs of defeat, but why did you suddenly lose?"

After hearing everyone's detailed inquiry, Qin Fengming smiled nonchalantly and said: "It's just an inattention, it doesn't matter. There is also a competition in the loser group. If you win the competition below, you can also enter the next round."

Seeing this, the other disciples started talking a lot, and they all felt very sorry for his sudden loss.

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

As the two men came on stage, Qin Fengming recognized that these two were the disciples who had both lost just now. As for the people in Qin Fengming's group at this time, they already know their respective strengths, and Qin Fengming is confident that he can successfully enter the next round.

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

The opponent in this round is the disciple who is about seventeen or eighteen years old and uses a sword. For this person, Qin Fengming also admired him very much. He knew that the other person had some skills in martial arts, but he was not weak at all. Compared with himself, there was some gap.

At this time, the two sides did not need to say much. At the signal of the young man in brown shirt, the fight began.

This time, Qin Fengming didn't hold anything back at all. In just thirty moves, he used a clever move to knock the opponent's long sword away. He successfully won the qualification to challenge.

Seeing Qin Fengming's successful victory, Duan Meng's disciples who came with him immediately burst into cheers, and the scene suddenly became noisy. This is the first victory achieved as a new disciple in decades. How can we not make everyone happy?

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

The two sides stood on the stone platform, looking at the boy who was a head shorter than themselves. The stick-wielding disciple did not show any contempt at all. He had already seen all of Qin Fengming's previous competition. Although the boy opposite was young, his skills were profound.

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

Thinking of this, as soon as the two sides exchanged blows, the disciple with the stick slammed the sword in Qin Fengming's hand with the stick, hoping to achieve success with one blow.

Faced with the opponent's move, Qin Fengming knew it in his heart. After performing the Thirteen Postures of Piao Liu, exquisite sword moves appeared on his own. His young body was even more agile and agile. He was circling around the opponent, but he just didn't cooperate with him. The opponent's weapons collide.

When the fight reached about seventy rounds, Qin Fengming stabbed lightly with the tip of his sword, directly scratching a slight wound on the opponent's arm. The wound was not deep, but it still forced the opponent to abandon the stick and admit defeat.

At this point, No. 6 High Platform has decided on the list of disciples who will enter the next round. They are: knife-wielding disciples Hu Yanzhuo, Wei Zhihu, fist- and kick-wielding Cui Liang, and Qin Fengming.

The second round of competition would only begin on the second day. Surrounded by Duan Meng's fellow disciples, Qin Fengming left the valley surrounded like stars holding the moon.

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