Wulin martial arts hegemony record

Chapter 268 Fan Mastiff VS Yue Qingdai

Xu Xi and Hu Qiudi looked at each other, and focused their eyes on Yang Xiuling together. Although as disciples, they couldn't talk about the master's family affairs casually, they were both curious: Is it possible that our Xiaoyao Sect needs another mistress?
After a while, the spectators began to enter the arena. There were a thousand spectators in one stadium, and it was quickly filled. Since there were guards from the imperial guards on the sidelines, the spectators were relatively lawful.

The official of the General Tour Martial Arts Division in charge of each court quickly announced the start of the martial arts conference, and the audience's attention immediately focused on the three relatively compact wooden platforms set up in the court.

The duel between the Emei faction and the Xiaoyao faction was on the wooden stage in the middle. Originally, Xu Xi wanted Bai Ji to play first and try his best to give the Xiaoyao faction a good start and relieve the tension between Xue Yuting and Xue Wu, but Fan Mastiff was vying to be the first One played, and Hu Qiudi scolded him for disobeying orders.

Taking the overall situation into consideration, Xu Xi finally agreed to let Fan Mastiff play first.

"Junior Brother, don't forget what Master said." Xu Xi reminded Fan Ao before going on stage.

"Don't worry, brother, I will take good care of myself." Fan Mastiff replied disapprovingly. He took the Mingyue Saber and walked up to the wooden platform in the middle with big strides.

After a while, he saw a petite and pretty girl coming up from the other side of the wooden platform, who seemed to be younger than Hu Qiudi, so he blurted out, "How old are you, little girl?"

"Ten...seventeen." The girl looked very nervous.

He was only one year older than Junior Sister Hu. Could it be that the Emei Sect sent the youngest and weakest disciples here... Fan Mastiff thought to himself, and glanced at the group of Emei Sect disciples in the audience.

He really guessed right. Even without considering the friendly relationship between Xue Chang and the Emei Sect, facing this group of children from the Xiaoyao Sect, the Emei Sect was too embarrassed to bully the younger, so they sent the youngest disciple, let's take a look at Xiaoyao first. Let's talk about the strength of the faction.

Although Fan Mastiff was slightly disappointed, he quickly came back to his senses, bowed his hands and said: "My name is Fan Mastiff, and I am the second disciple of Xue Chang, the head of the Xiaoyao Sect. I haven't asked the girl's name." The operation is mature, but clear and fluent, which is tempered by dozens of discussions and exchanges.

"I...my name is Yue Qingdai, and my master is Mrs. Jing Yu." The girl responded softly.

Fan Mastiff looked at the other party's cramped appearance, and couldn't help but asked again: "Isn't it the first time for you to compete with an outsider?"

"No...not the first time, but there are... too many people here." Yue Qingdai lowered her head, her voice trembling, and the countless eyes from the sidelines made her cheeks blush slightly.

Fan Mastiff felt that the other party was cute, so he couldn't help comforting him: "Don't be nervous, we'll be fine after a while—"

"Both." As the referee, the official of the General Martial Arts Division interjected loudly: "Let me reiterate the rules of the martial arts competition—"

"You have already said it before." Fan Mastiff said impatiently.

"If you don't want to hear it, you can choose another person to come up to the competition!" The official of the General Patrol Military Division stared at Fan Mastiff and threatened.

Fan Mastiff immediately fell silent.

When the official stepped down, he drew out his precious sword and said, "Miss Yue, my knife is very sharp, you have to be careful."

Yue Qingdai also drew out her long sword, and responded: "I... I am also a sword."

The Emei faction has accumulated a hundred years of savings and strong financial resources, so they are naturally capable of equipping their disciples with good weapons.Fan Mastiff made fun of himself, and immediately said: "Miss Yue, please enlighten me." After speaking, he swung the Mingyue Saber and slashed at the opponent. Seeing that the opponent was petite, he subconsciously only used [-]% of his strength.

When Fan Mastiff swung the saber, Yue Qingdai's tense expression quickly became serious. She didn't dodge, but blocked with her sword, and easily knocked away the opponent's long saber, stabbing back Door.

Fan Mastiff didn't expect that the opponent's skill was not weak, and the sword was so fast, he swung his wrist and slashed back hastily.

Yue Qingdai still didn't dodge, when the knife slashed on the sword, she followed the sword with the force of the slash, turned to the opponent's side, and the long sword pierced the waist.

"Junior Sister Yue said that she was very nervous just now, but when they really fought, they were really unambiguous! This black boy from the Xiaoyao faction is going to be in trouble!" Jin Shuirong praised.

"Shui Rong, what did I tell you! No matter how weak your opponent is, you should still respect him!" Master Jing Yu said with a serious expression.

Jin Shuirong stuck out her tongue, and reluctantly replied: "Understood, Master."

"Nephew Yue's spring breeze blowing willows is really good!" Master Jingchen praised.

"Although Qingdai is introverted and delicate, she is still talented in swordsmanship, and she has mastered the essence of catkin swordsmanship." Mrs. Jingyu talked about this youngest disciple with a bit of pride in her words.

"I heard that the young man called Fan Mastiff sent by Xiaoyao is Xue Chang's second apprentice, and he is the oldest one. If his strength is still so good, who should we send in the next round?" Master Jing Chen looked at him. Fan Mastiff, who passively dealt with Yue Qingdai's attack on the stage, looked distressed.

"It's better to quietly tell the disciples to put down the fight when they go on stage, and don't make it too ugly for the Xiaoyao faction to lose." Master Jing Yu suggested.

"It's a good idea, but it's probably a troublesome thing to send someone on the stage." The reason why Mrs. Jingchen said this is because she saw the disciples who had gathered around the two of them after Mrs. Jingyu spoke. They all hid far away.

On the other side, Xu Xi, Hu Hu Qiudi, Xue Yuting and Xue Wu looked at the stage with serious expressions.

"How could Junior Brother Fan underestimate the enemy so easily and be easily taken by the opponent, and if he continues to fight like this, he will definitely lose." Xu Xi said worriedly.

"I guess he saw that the other party was a delicate girl, so he was reluctant to do it, and ended up suffering a lot." Hu Qiudi said with a sneer.

"It's not like this when he and Junior Sister Xue usually practice." Xu Xi was a little puzzled.

"You don't understand this. He is too familiar with Junior Sister Xue, but this girl from the Emei School is new." Hu Qiudi teased.

"Senior sister, don't talk nonsense!" Xue Yuting slapped Hu Qiudi dissatisfied.

Xu Xi didn't take Hu Qiudi's joke to heart, he looked anxiously at the field, and suddenly shouted: "Junior Brother Fan, are you rushing to play just to win a defeat?!"

At this moment, Fan Mastiff was very regretful, regretted that he was confused by his opponent's delicate appearance, and completely forgot that the opponent was a disciple of the Emei School. Even though he was younger, he probably started practicing martial arts much earlier than him. His swordsmanship is superb, even if he fights with all his strength, he may not necessarily win. In the end, he underestimated the enemy and fell into a passive state, unable to show his strengths to the fullest.

Xu Xi's yelling aroused his embarrassment and anger even more. He roared, ignoring the long sword piercing the other side's ribs, and slashed at the other side's neck.

Yue Qingdai saw that he suddenly had a ferocious face, completely ignoring himself when he made a move, and felt a little guilty, and hurriedly changed his move midway, avoiding the opponent's saber gesture, and instead stabbed in the back.

Fan Mastiff didn't block back, but twisted his body and slashed horizontally. What he was looking for was the word "quick", which was still a lose-lose style of play.

Yue Qingdai retreated helplessly.

Fan Mastiff finally recovered his breath by relying on the rogue's style of play, he roared again, followed by a jump and chop.

Yue Qingdai didn't stalk any further, she swung her sword to meet her.

Both parties were doing their best, Yue Qingdai had slightly stronger internal strength, but Fan Mastiff had superior arm strength, and the blade was heavy. After the sword and sword collided, Yue Qingdai's wrists felt a little numb after the shock, but she used the catkin swordsmanship to counterattack with strength.

Fan Mastiff was prepared this time, and quickly stepped and slashed horizontally, moving quickly and fiercely, trying to block the opponent's attacking route.

Unconvinced, Yue Qingdai swung her sword to block again.

When the swords collided, Yue Qingdai used her strength in advance to spin and stab.

Fan Mastiff had been on guard for a long time. He turned around slightly and stretched out his knife. Compared with the previous fierce slashing and attacking, this move was quite subtle, and it happened to block the opponent's sharp sword.

Yue Qingdai's sword slid along the back of the saber to the hilt, cutting towards Fan Mastiff's right hand holding the saber.

Fan Mastiff reversed the back of the saber, and cut back with the sword.

Yue Qingdai turned sideways to take advantage of the situation, and turned back to the sword.

Fan Mastiff had spare strength before, so he followed up with another move, sealing the opponent's long sword again...

With seven or eight moves in a row, the two quickly slashed and stabbed at close range to block, switching from attack to defense, and from defense to attack. At a glance, the pair of swords seemed to be stuck together, but in reality they were extremely dangerous.

Yue Qingdai's swordsmanship is known for its lightness and quickness, but Fan Mastiff's swordsmanship can be made so delicate, which is entirely due to the result of half a year of hard work on the eight heavy swordsmanship.

Master Jingchen in the audience saw it and was a little surprised: "The sword technique of this disciple of Xiaoyao Sect is quite good!"

"Both of us were wrong just now. He and Qingdai's strength is almost the same. If it continues, Qingdai may suffer." The reason why Mrs. Jing Yu said this is because Yue Qingdai's physical strength is weak, and in the fierce competition It may be difficult to persist for a long time in the confrontation.

"I heard that these disciples of the Xiaoyao Sect were all recruited by Master Xue after he escaped from the hot spring station. They have never practiced martial arts before?" Master Jingchen asked uncertainly at this moment, thinking of something.

"That's true. Last year, I read the examination materials submitted by Master Xue to Xun Wusi, and I also saw the martial arts demonstrations of these disciples of the Xiaoyao Sect. At that time, everyone thought they could practice in such a short period of time. I was surprised by his good martial arts, but I didn't expect that this Xiaoyao disciple would improve so much after only one more year. Qing Dai went to the mountain to practice martial arts at the age of 12, and it has been five years since then, but she can only draw with him. "Master Jingyu sighed too.

"It seems that we really have to treat it with caution!" While speaking, Jing Chenshi glanced at the disciples behind him to see that they were concentrating on the fight on the field, and they no longer looked around and talked non-stop like before.

But after a while, someone let out an exclamation.

The two people on the field were fighting fast, after more than ten moves in a row, Fan Mastiff's moves were slower, Yue Qingdai seized the opportunity and stabbed straight with his sword.

Unexpectedly, this was just a loophole deliberately sold by Fan Mastiff. He quickly avoided the stabbing long sword, and when the two sides passed each other, he tilted his head and slammed into it.

(End of this chapter)