Some people say that the evolution of weapons is a history of human war.

Stone tools were lost to iron tools, iron tools were lost to gunpowder, gunpowder was lost to the economy, and the economy was lost to energy.

That's too far.

Taiqing Sword is a precious sword, there is no doubt that its excellence may not have been obvious in Yuan Mu’s hands before, but this time, in the first game of the first age group, in Jing Cheng’s hands, it was particularly clear

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When the internal strength of both sides is exhausted, apart from comparing their strength with fists, the only thing left is to compare the subtlety of their moves and whose weapon is sharper and stronger.

Although Jing Cheng's right hand was injured and his power was often erratic, the performance of Zhan Qifeng's disciples was even worse. He may have spent more time practicing internal skills and mental methods, resulting in swordsmanship that was not as painful as day and night.

How much better it is to practice Jingcheng.

Most of the attacks were accurately blocked, but it was Jing Cheng's attacks that he didn't dare to block at will.

Why?

Because as long as you block it, there will be a gap in the sword.

Ordinary long swords simply cannot withstand the power of the Taiqing Sword.

After a few moments, he felt that the sword in his hand was about to break.

This makes it even more difficult to block it, and can only evade in a panic.

The scene looked like Jingcheng, who had only 10 days of "skilled martial arts", had the upper hand. Taking advantage of the weapon's advantage, he used all the swordsmanship he had learned. The more he fought, the more skillful he became.

On the other hand, the Zhanqifeng disciples on the opposite side were restrained and their momentum plummeted.

When he was evading in panic again, Jingcheng seized the opportunity to force him to the corner of the stage and stabbed him straight with the Taiqing Sword.

This time he had no way to hide, so he gritted his teeth and tried to raise the sword stand, but was deflected by Jing Cheng's deft sword flower and continued to stab.

The disciple of Zhan Qifeng, whose posture was completely out of shape, when he turned around, the tip of the Taiqing Sword was already at his throat.

"Let me tell you what it means to stop at the last minute." The sword in Jing Cheng's hand lightly broke the opponent's skin and stopped without moving forward.

Faced with this completely reversed situation, Zhan Qifeng's disciples couldn't accept it at all.

Why?!

It was obvious that he won from the beginning!

The other party is cheating!

How could you lose to a rookie who has only practiced for ten days?!

He ignored Jing Cheng's "stop it right away" and decisively moved his neck, lowered his body and raised his sword, stabbing the opposite side of the ribs diagonally from bottom to top.

Jing Cheng didn't let down his guard at all, and when he saw this, he quickly struck back with his sword.

"Ping!"

When Zhan Qifeng's disciple's long sword encountered such a "quality" slash, the already pitted sword finally broke into two pieces and fell to the table with a "ding-lang-lang".

Jingcheng followed the force and swung his sword upwards, breaking open the clothes and flesh of the opponent's chest and abdomen with one sword, and finally kicked him off the stage.

"Senior brother, I promise." He stood on the edge of the stage, raised his Taiqing Sword and cupped his fists, and returned the words of promise to the other party.

The whole place was silent.

There was silence.

A group of Zhan Qi Feng's fellow students below the stage supported the fallen one and watched blankly as Jing Cheng turned around and walked away.

The "spectators" who were watching the excitement were also shaken by this dramatic reversal and could not speak for a long time.

The elders at the evaluation table began a heated discussion after Jing Cheng saluted.

In the end, it was the leader who made the final decision: "In the first match of the first age group, Mao Fufeng's disciple Jingcheng won! The next age group is ready to take the stage."

"Wow"

Li He looked at the people in the Courtyard cheering heartily after Jing Cheng stepped down, and raised his eyebrows without commenting.

I don't recognize the next few groups.

Li He and Lin Kai looked drowsy and thought it would be more cost-effective to go back to practice.

The first day of the competition passed quickly. Apart from Jingcheng's group, the last two in the age group over 30 years old were interesting.

The two middle-aged Taoists, both of whom were not young at all, were not weak in internal strength. They made a lot of noise when they fought, and in the end they even demolished the platform.

The manager was so angry that he temporarily added a rule: "Those who cannot control their inner strength and destroy the venue will be immediately punished as losers!"

the next day.

A new round begins.

Within a year, the age group finally returned to normal levels, showing surprising boredom.

Two people who have exhausted their internal strength but cannot decide the winner, you punch me and I fight for real.

The fist to flesh scenes are extremely "bloody".

Li He ate mountain fruit until he fell asleep.

Lin Kai couldn't even stop yawning after smoking more than half a pack of cigarettes, prompting the elders around him to keep asking, "Why do you eat burning leaves?"

In the second game, in the 1-10 age group, Li He met an acquaintance.

The guy in charge of the kitchen at Mao Fufeng.

When he saw Zhang Shao, Li He strangely asked the elder in charge of the materials next to him, how old was this person?

When asking questions, he was cautious and did not directly say the words "12 years" for fear of ruining other people's "good deeds".

If there is really a problem with the marshalling, it is also the marshalling person's problem, and it is not Li He's turn to find fault.

What's more, the person in charge is still "my" Mao Fufeng.

Being able to sneak into the 1-10 age group with 12 years of "service age" is considered a skill, isn't it?

Unfortunately, the elder in charge of the information made it very clear that Mao Fufeng was the cook, had been in the kitchen for 12 years, and had been practicing Kungfu for more than 8 years.

It turns out that going back and forth does not count as practicing Qigong.

Li He touched his nose and nodded clearly.

On the platform below, the boss was so confident that he threw the 30th Wulong Peak opposite him off the platform with one arm and hung him on a branch on the way up the mountain.

Oops!

What a lot of strength!

The onlookers were shocked at first, and then shouted and cheered for their lives.

After watching too many competitions of moves and internal strength, it was very refreshing and exciting to suddenly see a player who relied on brute force to win.

After the winner was announced, the director was also very excited. He hugged the audience in several directions under the stage, saluted repeatedly to the judging bench, and waved hello when he saw Li He.

So Li He also clapped with a smile to show encouragement.

The busybodies around who saw this scene looked over and asked, "Elder Xuanhe, do you know this disciple?"

Li He replied matter-of-factly: "We are both from Mao Fufeng, so of course we know each other. This is the place I asked the leader for."

When the other party heard this, he quickly turned to look at the leader.

I saw the leader sitting in the middle, twirling his beard with an incomprehensible look on his face and saying nothing.

The troublemaker thought for a while, turned sideways and said in a strange tone: "Elder Xuanhe holds the important position of conferring elixirs. I hope that he will perform his duties objectively and do not act like he is close to others and favors personal friends."

Li He heard this, shook his head with a smile, and said to the man: "It seems that some people still haven't understood the key point? Let me tell you, this sect competition is not for me to see, but for you to see.

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The good guys took the opportunity to seize the opportunity and said: "What do you and us, Elder Xuanhe, intend to divide Wudang?"

Lin Kai curiously asked the elder who had just seen him "eating leaves": "Who is the one who spoke?"

"Look at the leaves." The elder lowered his voice and replied softly: "That's Elder Yuanbi, ranked seventh."

"Yuan..." Lin Kai was a little stunned and asked even more doubtfully: "No one is provoking him, why are you talking so aggressively?"

"Look at eating leaves." The elder shook his head, glanced around, and spoke softer: "He is relatively close to Elder Yuanmu in private, and Elder Yuanmu has always been the most opposed to the opening up of the practice and the sect's great revolution.
Chapter completed!