Record of Ascension by Hundred Refiners

After a cup of tea, everyone watching in the audience could see clearly that although the swordsmanship of the young swordsman was not scattered, his momentum was completely gone. His body was trapped by the sword, and failure was only a matter of time.

Facing Qin Fengming on the stage, both the hall master and the elders who were watching the competition, as well as the disciples in the audience, were all astonished that he could display such skill at such a young age.

Judging from his age, he is only twelve or thirteen years old. Even if he practiced martial arts at the age of five, it would only be five or six years at this time. But the power he displayed was that of a veteran who had been practicing martial arts for more than ten years.

"Hall Master Zhang, I heard that this young disciple has been accepted by you. I wonder how you found such a good disciple. Can you tell us?"

When they were on the high platform, seeing Qin Fengming's tactics, some people couldn't help but ask Hall Master Zhang how he was doing.

"Hahaha, why is this difficult? Although all the hall masters here are much more prestigious than our Bailian Hall, when it comes to discovering talents, they are difficult to compare with our Bailian Hall. As long as the disciples are selected, the first thing they go through is , is the Bailian Hall controlled by me, Lao Zhang."

"Hey, brother, if you don't tell me, I have really forgotten that you are truly blessed."

Although there were a lot of discussions on the high platform, Qin Fengming no longer gave the knife-wielding young man a chance. Under the sudden change in swordsmanship, with a crisp sound of "clang", the two people on the stage suddenly stopped, and a long knife fell on the stage.

"Senior Brother Qin has won. Senior Brother has entered the top twenty. There is no doubt that he will enter the Elite Hall." Following the commotion, the disciples who came with Qin Fengming were already cheering and very excited.

Although Qin Fengming won, he was still out of breath. You must know that at this time, everyone is not mediocre.

After notifying Duan Meng and others, Qin Fengming went straight back to his residence. As for the opponent he will meet tomorrow, Qin Fengming will not worry about it anymore. Anyway, he will have to put in 120% of his energy in the battle tomorrow.

At night, Qin Fengming came to Baizhang Cliff again.

The master was also very happy about Qin Fengming's performance during the day. After encouraging him, he said: "Fengming, tomorrow's competition, I, the Sima Sect Master of Luoxia Valley, will be here in person. As long as you win again, you can enter this competition. The first eight, when the time comes, I will definitely recommend you to the sect master to enter the Dark Night Hall."

After hearing what the master said, Qin Fengming was immediately overjoyed, but amid the joy, a trace of nervousness was also revealed. To get into the top eight is easy.

"Master, I wonder if the person who will compete with the disciple tomorrow has been decided?" Although he knew that the master was always upright, it was not too much to ask a little as long as it did not violate the rules.

"Haha, as a teacher, I can only tell you that your opponent tomorrow is also a very strong person. You just need to take a good rest and prepare for the battle with all your strength."

The second day, the competition venue.

As soon as Qin Fengming arrived, he saw an old man sitting on the high platform in the middle that he had not seen two days ago. This old man was wearing Bagua fairy clothes, holding a fly whisk, with a face like a crown of jade, and a long beard floating on his chest. Sitting on the high platform, there is a sense of majesty naturally revealed.

Seeing how extraordinary this old man is, there is no doubt that he is the master of Sima Qingshan Sect without asking.

Although Qin Fengming was pleasantly surprised to see the sect master present in person, he also knew that he would have to go all out in the end.

In the seventh game, Qin Fengming once again climbed onto the No. 5 platform.

Qin Fengming's reappearance caused a burst of cheers from the audience. This voice came not only from the young people who came with him, but also from those young people who participated in the competition.

There were also many people who applauded.

In the previous several competitions, Qin Fengming had already earned the respect he deserved, and no one looked at him as a young man anymore.

Turning his head to look at the central stand, he saw the master whispering something to Sima Sect Leader. Qin Fengming was overjoyed, but he quickly calmed down and looked at the young man in gray shirt opposite.

I saw the young man standing opposite, with a solemn face and piercing eyes, without a trace of contempt.

Judging from the young man's face, he must have been aware of his previous performance, and there was no doubt that there was no luck in his heart.

Following the order from the young man in charge of the competition, the young man who was a head taller than Qin Fengming held a spear and did not attack first. Instead, he looked at the official's stance and stared at Qin Fengming closely.

Seeing the other party like this, Qin Fengming couldn't help but smile: "Thank you for your courtesy, senior brother. Junior brother is offended."

As the sword flower trembled, the sword moves of Piaoliu's Thirteen Styles poured out like the Yellow River, like a violent storm.

Suddenly, on the No. 5 platform, a ball of white sword light sprang up and began to spin around a young man standing in it.

As Qin Fengming exerted all his strength, a sound of dragons roaring and tigers roaring also sounded at the scene. After hearing this, the people watching in the audience felt a sense of being unable to fight against the enemy.

Just when Qin Fengming was using all his strength to perform the exquisite sword moves of Piaoliu's Thirteen Styles, among the people on the central high platform, a murmur came out in a low voice:

"It turns out that this sword technique can be used like this. It turns out that Xiao Fengming has already experienced this sword technique to such an extent. Even Xiao Wei seems to be inferior compared to it."

Qin Fengming, who is on the high platform, can already feel at ease if the master who teaches him personally can say this.

Just when Hall Master Zhang was murmuring alone, Master Sima, who was sitting next to him, suddenly turned around and said with a surprised voice: "Brother Zhang, I have seen Liu Nuxia perform this before. It’s a sword technique, but the artistic conception is very different. Could it be that Brother Zhang found another way to develop such a domineering sword technique?”

"The master of the sect has given you too much praise. This was not taught by me, but was discovered by my young disciple himself. Even in my wife's sect, I have never seen anyone who can perform the thirteen sword techniques of Piaoliu like this."

Hearing this, Sima Sect Leader immediately showed a thoughtful expression. With focused gaze, he stared at the No. 5 platform without moving away even a little bit.

The skill of the young man holding the gun was not weak. He used a set of cloud-penetrating spear techniques to advance and retreat in a well-established manner. With both offense and defense, he could dance impervious to wind and rain, which was extremely remarkable.

The two sides fought for a hundred and ten rounds. Under such circumstances, no one showed any sign of defeat.

"Brother Zhang, you are a young disciple, but you are a talented person. After twenty years of fighting, you will definitely win." Just when the two of them were fighting on the high platform with no outcome, Sima Sect Leader chuckled and said, Turning around to face Zhang Li, he said firmly.

After hearing this, the tense expression on his face relaxed slightly, and he nodded slightly in agreement.

The other elders were a little unclear about the answers given by these two people, but because of their identities, no one asked.

Sure enough, as Sima Sect Master expected, after the tea time, Qin Fengming launched a move, but when the young man on the opposite side used a gun to block it, he never thought that Qin Fengming's move would have a big flaw. With a sharp turn of his wrist, the tip of the sword lightly scratched the young man's arm.

Although this blow did not cause serious injury to the young man's arm, his patience and kindness meant that he would not fight Qin Fengming any longer.

After this battle, Qin Fengming has entered the top ten in this competition, and the master's plan has been successfully completed.

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