The invincible Xiaoqiang became a god through dual cultivation

Qiu Feng came to the preparation area on the ring early.

Looking at the large, dark crowd below, I felt a little uncomfortable at first.

The sisters from Wuyou Pavilion also came to cheer, but there were too few people. They were just a drop in the ocean in the huge square. Their colorful flags and their voices were completely covered.

In comparison, the Xuanming Sect's camp was much stronger. They gathered under the arena, waving flags, blowing trumpets, and beating gongs and drums.

The competition was about to begin, and the introductions of the two people appeared on the jade screen next to the ring.

Zheng Xiangyu, a disciple of the Xuanming Sect, has built nine levels of foundations. He is ranked tenth in the mainland rankings in the foundation building period.

As for Qiu Feng, there is no ranking, and Wuyou Pavilion has a five-story foundation.

"Holy shit, someone from the fifth floor can even get on stage. That's pretty cool."

"Wuyou Pavilion, what sect is it?"

Both Wuyou Pavilion and Qiu Feng are unknown people.

There are at least [-] people who can take the stage. No matter how you put it, it's not too bad. Many people still admire Qiu Feng.

However, in this competition, most of the small sects are dependent on a few large sects. After all, if they cannot obtain an island, they will have no foothold when a catastrophe strikes.

This is the only one like Wuyou Pavilion, which is actually equivalent to a casual cultivator.

As soon as the subtitles came out, the Xuanming Sect disciples became happy.

"Nah, it's only five levels of foundation building, it's not enough for one move from Senior Brother Zheng."

"Our Xuanming Sect is so lucky. Doesn't this mean that Senior Brother Zheng is admitted to the next round?"

"Hey! His courage is commendable."

Including Zheng Xiangyu, he did not take Qiu Feng seriously. Instead, he believed that competing with Qiu Feng for the next round was a loss of value for himself, which made people feel that he was bullying the weak and afraid of the strong.

Zheng Xiangyu flew onto the ring and said hello to the referee sitting behind him, then ignored Qiu Feng's presence. Without even looking at Qiu Feng, he walked directly in front of him to the edge of the ring, waving to the audience and interacting with the audience.

"Senior Brother Zheng, you will definitely create a record, the earliest record of ending the competition."

"Senior Brother Zheng, don't scare people to the point of peeing. It's still a big competition after all. Leave him a fig leaf."

The disciples of Xuanming Sect became more and more enthusiastic and proud as they talked.

Although the Wuyou Pavilion sisters were angry, they were weak and helpless. If they wanted to refute, there was nothing they could do.

Zhu Sancai had just broken through to the fourth level of Qi Refining. He stared and bit his lips, wishing he could rush up to fight with them and teach these people a lesson.

When the referee called his name, Qiu Feng stood up and waved around, very calm and calm.

"This kid looks familiar, but I can't remember where I should have seen him." A disciple from the Xuanming Sect walked to the ring and looked carefully.

"Damn, isn't this Senior Brother Zuo who was chasing me and Mulan back then?" Qiu Feng recognized him at a glance, but he didn't say anything, he only said in his heart.

"Boy, I seem to have seen you before."

Senior Brother Zuo finally couldn't help it, but he was sure he had seen Qiu Feng.

"Really? Anyway, I have seen some shameful things in the Xuan Ming Sect, and some despicable and shameless people." Qiu Feng answered eloquently.

"Senior Brother Zheng, please don't be merciful later. This kid doesn't understand current affairs. If you don't give him some clues, he doesn't know the background of our Xuanming Sect."

When the Xuanming Sect disciples heard what Qiu Feng said, they were naturally very dissatisfied and angry.

The referee entered the field, called the two men to his side, emphasized the rules of the competition, and then asked the two men to return to their corners to make final preparations.

"Brother, if you can't beat me, just admit defeat. No matter you win or lose, you will always be my brother."

Zhu San was very worried at the edge of the ring. In his heart, the gap in cultivation was too big. In fact, the sisters in Wuyou Pavilion were also worried.

"Clang clang clang!"

Three gongs sounded, and the competition officially began.

"Boy, don't blame me for being merciless. I didn't know you were so weak. It's your regret and my shame to choose you as your opponent."

Zheng Xiangyu showed his long sword and took an offensive stance.

"You are so arrogant, and you don't know how high the sky is, but you will indeed be humiliated."

Qiu Feng also showed his whip and stood ready.

"Holy crap! I remembered, boy, it's your useless Junior Brother Gu Yuan."

When Senior Brother Zuo saw Qiu Feng's whip, he immediately recalled chasing Qiu Feng into the scorching wasteland in the Yunwu Mountains. What surprised him was that not only was Qiu Feng not dead, but he was now at the fifth level of foundation building and still had a guilty conscience.

"Senior Brother Zheng, be careful. This kid has thick skin and is not easily injured. Don't let him get close to you."

Senior Brother Zuo suggested loudly in the audience, even a little anxiously, but it made Zheng Xiangyu very unhappy.

"No matter how thick he is, can he still be thicker than my sword?"

After saying this, Zheng Xiangyu thrust out his sword.

He wanted to end the battle with just one sword, and it took ninety percent of his strength.

Qiu Feng was not polite, nor did he dodge "Pah!" He waved his whip and used attack to attack.

A typical life-for-life, risk-taking style.

Zheng Xiangyu was also shocked and quickly retracted the thrust sword to defend himself against the whip.

Seeing this, Qiu Feng was unyielding and swung his two long whips alternately, hitting Zheng Xiangyu.

There are no routines or rules. It's just for convenience.

The two long whips were swung by Qiu Feng like windmills spinning in the strong wind, and the afterimages always surrounded Zheng Xiangyu.

"Senior Brother Zheng, fight back!"

"Don't worry, Senior Brother Zheng is just playing."

No one in the Xuanming Sect camp expected that there would be such a scene, and it suddenly became much quieter. However, most people thought that Senior Brother Zheng was still testing the situation now, and Senior Brother Zheng had always been stable.

But on the ring, the two long whips roared in the wind, giving Senior Brother Zheng no chance to free his hand.

Qiu Feng remembered that Bai Qing was doing the same thing with Linglong. It was the same thing.

"Ah! What kind of move is he doing? Why does it look familiar but I haven't seen it before?"

"I've seen it before. Fighting was like this when we were kids."

"Holy crap, is this the legendary master who was beaten to death with random punches?"

Under the ring, the attention of many spectators was attracted.

This is an eye-opener. Taking the simplest action to the extreme is also a big move.

Time is passing quickly, and Zheng Xiangyu's mentality is rapidly losing balance.

Being suppressed by a person whom no one expected, using the most primitive moves, without a chance to fight back, is also embarrassing and humiliating.

"Can't you fucking change your moves?" Zheng Xiangyu couldn't bear it anymore and was really frustrated.

"I can't change it, I can't stop."

Qiu Feng simply increased his strength and went faster.

The shadows of the two long whips turned into two discs and made a "buzzing" sound.

"Don't you feel ashamed?"

"You're more embarrassed than me anyway."

The head of the Xuanming Sect had a gloomy face. The spring breeze just now was now as cold as ice.

"Qing'er, this little thing is really funny. I have lived for eight hundred years, and this is the first time I have seen such a martial arts competition."

"Hehe! Master, Qing'er invented it."

"These little things are so cute."