The cold moon shines on thousands of cities

The arena where Yan Qinghan is located is No. [-], and there are already people standing on the stage. They look quite strong, dressed like Confucian scholars, and are far from warriors. Going up, either the strength is outstanding, or it is a chess piece used by some young master to throw stones to ask the way.

With the first one, the people below will become active, and the second one will follow up. First of all, it is natural to report each other's names.

"Feng Qing, I have the honor to fight with Xiongtai." It was the scholar who spoke.

"My lord, Lynch, ask your Excellency for advice."

The two of them clasped fists at each other, saluting first and then fighting, and then they shot. Both of them showed their weapons. Feng Qing lived up to his reputation as a scholar. The weapon was a writing brush that was magnified many times. A peerless and famous painting, on the other hand, Lynch can be regarded as mediocre, and his weapon is also a standard sword.

The fight started on the stage, and the sound of "ping-pong" metal collisions could be heard for a while, and the strength of the two was also revealed little by little. Lynch was obviously in a state of being suppressed, blindly parrying, becoming more and more powerless to fight back. Fly away from the hand, already doomed to lose.

Lynch is also a person with a peaceful mind. Winning or losing is mediocre, and his skills are not as good as others. When he goes back to practice, he immediately cups his fists, admits defeat, and gets out of the ring. The whole process takes less than 5 minutes. It may be difficult for people who participate for the first time to adapt to this situation. Let's wait for the fast pace. Of course, the duration of the match is determined according to the strength gap between the two contestants, and it cannot be generalized.

Feng Qing retreated, and stood upright on the stage, as if the martial arts competition just now had never happened. Looking closely, his breathing was peaceful, and he didn't take a breath after the competition, which shows that his strength is extraordinary. .

Without interruption, Lynch went off, and then someone came on, and the contest continued. This time, he was using a short sword. Judging from his moves, he should be a speed player, with strong explosive power but not long-lasting. Every move was resolved just right, obviously it is not difficult to deal with, there is still room for it.

As expected, the opponent loses, and it is another fast-paced offensive and defensive battle. When you have exhausted all your tricks and still can't hurt the opponent, it can only mean that the opponent is too strong, so it will be a defeat sooner or later, but you just have to live , Sometimes I still want to persevere until the end, and this player is like this.

That's it, the third, the fourth...

Many people began to suspect, what is the origin of this Feng Qing, and there must be a limit to killing the Quartet. If you continue to fight at such a rhythm, it will not have any major impact. Is it really that strong?But it doesn't look like anything special.

"Brother, can you see what the doorway is?" Hu Dahai was also paying attention to the ring here all the time, but he didn't see why.

Yan Qinghan has also watched it for a long time. There is nothing special on the surface, but he can feel that Feng Qing's breathing rhythm is different from others. It's big, and it's one of the reasons why I haven't met a big master so far.

The contestants in the audience were a little hesitant at this time, and suddenly no one went up, probably they didn't want to be cannon fodder.Yan Qinghan keenly noticed that there seemed to be commotion diagonally ahead, and the people moved out of the way. It was the young master, who was slowly walking towards the ring, shaking his fan. He seemed not at all nervous, and even had a gentle look on his face smile.

"It's Situ Rui."

"Look, Situ Rui went up so early."

Mutterings could be heard from the crowd from time to time. It seemed that Situ Rui was quite well-known, but there was a certain fear in everyone's tone. Perhaps, as Hu Dahai said, this person was vicious, so many people were afraid of him. he.

"Situ Rui will teach you a brilliant move."

As soon as the words fell, the folding fan in his hand had already changed its appearance, and the fan of the occasion had become an omnipotent weapon. The hidden mystery can only be seen when it is actually used. When the iron fan flew, Feng Qing's face finally changed. This fan is too secretive, with murderous intent hidden in the bones of the fan, if it is just used as a general attack to defend, it is probably lying on the stage long ago.

Although there are regulations in the conference that no one should be killed, it is inevitable to be injured in a martial arts competition. As long as it is not too much, no one will say anything. It is based on this that participants can make a big fuss. Find this critical point, which is acceptable but never soft.

The poisonous needles scattered in all directions, approaching the door, Feng Qing waved the brush to deal with it, taking advantage of this pause, Situ Rui attacked up, gathered strength with both palms, and swung a palm straight to the chest, Feng Qing dodged sideways, barely dodging , but the other palm has already been prepared, and it is already on the edge of the ring, if it goes down, it will be equal to losing, if it doesn't go down, it will be forced to accept this palm.

Whichever is the lesser of the two, most people would choose this way, Feng Qing was also prepared to choose this way, but he inadvertently saw Situ Rui's expression, he didn't give him a chance to fall, and his arm was forced by a force With a tug, he returned to the group arena, but that palm hit him firmly.

Feng Qing could only feel the pain of bursting meridians, but he couldn't see anything on the surface, even the blood that had reached his throat was suppressed back. Situ Rui's smile was still soft, but the bloodthirsty and The excitement couldn't be concealed, Feng Qing suddenly felt a sense of desperation, he was struck by force, his eyes darkened and he passed out, someone came up to observe the situation immediately, the outcome was already obvious in this situation.

Feng Qing was carried down, which was a big blow to those who hadn't come to the stage yet. Situ Rui stood on the stage, smiling and waiting for the next one for him to have fun with.

Someone in the audience has already started to predict, "The people below will go out lying down. The fight on the fifth is so violent, and some people below will suffer. If I guess, I will retire directly."

His remarks were really lacking in ambition, and there were already people around who couldn't hide their contemptuous gazes, and that person found that he was full of hatred unknowingly, so he could only shut up in embarrassment, and he might be beaten by the group if he continued.

Every arena is fiercely fought, strong players have already been revealed, and the number of eliminated people is constantly increasing. There is a saying that is good, the one who can laugh to the last is the one who laughs the best.

Yunniang didn't have much energy watching the game, but she was very interested when watching Jun Tianye, she was still indifferent to being stared at like this, her eyes never left the ring, she did her duty, none other than Jun Tianye.

"Are you optimistic?" Yunniang asked.

"Not yet." Jun Tianye was indeed watching carefully, and he paid more attention to the fifth ring, because he didn't know when Yan Qinghan would go up, and he didn't want to miss his growth after three years. He wants to witness with his own eyes how eye-catching he should be.