After thirty rounds, A Fei had no results in attack. He knew that the situation could not be done, so he retreated and tidied up his breath. The fig's face was calm and the long stick turned gently, and he did not take advantage of the situation to counterattack. However, in A Fei's opinion, the fig's face was unchanged and the momentum was calm. Obviously, his attack just now had no impact on him.

The game has just begun, but the unexpected competition on the scene made this game with no suspense immediately. Whether it was the contestants and the audience on both sides, they knew that today's competition would not be a quick final battle. Ah Fei was shocked and suspicious, first of all, surprised the ability of figs. Secondly, he was puzzled why he encountered such an opponent. Ah Fei had always known it, so it was reasonable to meet a strong player in the Huashan Sword Competition. Some of this figs are understandable. But this is the first game of the Huashan Sword Competition. In theory, the system should consciously let the masters avoid each other to prevent premature encounters. Could it be that this Huashan Sword Competition did not adopt such rules?

After the fig blocked A Fei's attack, he lowered his head and was silent for a while before suddenly laughing: "Good marksmanship, your marksmanship is indeed extraordinary. It's impolite to come and go. You can also take a few stick tricks!"

After saying that, he waved his long stick and buzzed, and then hit A Fei, and actually launched a counterattack. A Fei did not dare to be careless and swung his gun to resist, but he felt that the opponent's moves were heavy and his internal strength was even more extraordinary, so he was concentrating on preparing for the battle. Both of them used long weapons. Since ancient times, there has been a saying that "sweep a large piece of stick and pick a line of guns". At this moment, both of them showed their own abilities. The fig stick swept across the wind, and A Fei's red tassel gun was also gun-to-gun. However, he did not blindly defend, but when he used the gun technique, he played against the figs in the defense and attacked the figs. In an instant, the scene was very beautiful.

"It's a counterattack, it's the turn of figs to counterattack! Now the two off the court have started to attack! This is rare in today's game, so you must not miss it!"

The audience cheered immediately. Except for a very few people who care about the outcome, most people watched it lively. The first day of the game is often strong against the weakness, and the winner is decided after a few rounds. The audience was not happy to watch it. It was rare to have a even match. Moreover, both of them were very powerful masters, so everyone naturally shouted that it was exciting.

"Why did you fight for so long?" Qiu Fengyu was also a little surprised.

After the two of them went back and forth, A Fei began to gradually figure out the opponent's martial arts skills. This fig stick method should be an advanced stick method, so in terms of tricks and power, it is comparable to his gun technique. Therefore, in terms of this point, the two are half a dozen. The key is that in terms of internal strength, A Fei used his specialty Xuanming true qi. This is a real unique skill in the martial arts world. Not only does the internal strength have a strong effect, but it also has a freezing effect. Most people are not easy to resist. However, this fig not only resisted, but also blocked effortlessly. Several times, A Fei's Xuanming true qi has been transmitted to the fig stick through the spear, but it is like a stone sinking to the sea. The other party shows no sign of being frozen.

This surprised A Fei even more. Could it be that the other party's internal skills are unique? This guess made A Fei sweat in a cold sweat. His unique skills and advanced stick techniques are not low. Even if he is included in the players, he is first-class. Why is this fig unknown and has no fame in the world?

At this time, the fig came with a stick. A Fei sideways to avoid it. He deliberately tried the other party's internal strength, so he slapped it out with a palm. This palm contained Xuanming's true energy. When it was slapped out, the true energy surged, and the palm was already covered with white mist halfway. Sure enough, the fig was in danger of being able to avoid it, and it was also slapped with one palm. It was the first time that the two of them fought at close range. The two of them intersected, but when they heard a crisp "pop" sound, both of them retreated out. The miserable A Fei took three or four steps to stand firm, and the fig also took three steps back, and his body shook for a few sways before he stood still. The two looked at each other and saw the look of surprise on the other's face.

In contrast, A Fei's surprise was much stronger. His palm was prepared, and the other party was forced to defend. Logically, he should have the upper hand, but when the two of them intersected their palms, A Fei felt a hot palm, and the other party's internal strength was pure and thick, and he was not at all inferior to his Xuanming true qi. Unexpectedly, it was another situation of equal proportion. The key was that the Xuanming true qi he had sent over had an extremely cold effect, but A Fei could not see that the other party was affected at all.

After the fig stood still, he shook his hand slightly, and his wrist made a cracking sound. He was surprised and frowned and looked down, and suddenly raised his head and smiled: "Is this the Xuanming true qi of the unique internal skills? Awesome, awesome! If someone else had changed, I'm afraid that this hand would be frozen."

But A Fei did not hide his surprise and said, "You are the best internal strength! You are the second person I have seen if you can take over my Xuanming true energy so easily."

The fig was stunned and then smiled and said, "I heard that you had fought with Yun Zhonglong, so he was the first person?" Ah Fei nodded and then said in horror: "I didn't expect you to know so much about my past!" Fig, however, shook his head and said, "This is a bit boring. Since you want to fight against you, you must be familiar with your information. You are a famous master in the world. I dare not be careless when searching for a pile of information about you!"

Speaking of this, he suddenly smiled strangely at A Fei, and A Fei frowned. However, from the words of the fig, A Fei realized that there was something wrong with him. The two of them were in different situations at the beginning. Figs knew everything about A Fei, but A Fei knew almost nothing about figs. It was equivalent to A Fei being in the bright and figs being in the dark, which was extremely unfair. A Fei had to ask again, but the fig attacked again. A Fei was full of doubts, but he also knew that now was not the time to chat. He cheered up and decided not to underestimate his opponent. The fig swept with one stick, A Fei blocked his spear. Taking advantage of the two of them's closeness, the fig suddenly whispered: "Someone said that if I defeat you, I will definitely be famous all over the world. Guess who that person is?"

A Fei was stunned and thought to himself what you meant? While A Fei was stunned, the fig quickly and incompetently poked his finger. A Fei subconsciously reached out and slapped him, but when his palm was still a few feet away from the other party, it felt as if he was stabbed hard by a cone, and it hurt so hard. A Fei groaned and staggered backwards.

There was an uproar in the audience, and Qiu Fengyu stood up with a whistle. This was the first time that the two of them had fought each other. However, the one who was at a disadvantage was the miserable A Fei, and the fig was calm and calm, looking at the somewhat embarrassed A Fei, very ** holding the microphone and shouting loudly: "It's so surprising. The miserable A Fei seemed to be hit by the fig. Oh, look, his palm is bleeding!"

In the field, A Fei raised his palm and came to his eyes, but saw a small blood hole in the center of his palm. Although the injury was not serious, blood flowed out, slowly dyeing his wrists red. The system reminded him that he had suffered a minor injury. What surprised A Fei was that the other party was not using weapons such as long stabs or daggers, but just poked them with his fingers.

He hadn't encountered the right movement yet, what kind of martial arts is this? A Fei's heart was shocked. He used his internal energy to stop bleeding, and his eyes were different when he looked at the fig again. He didn't understand what the fig meant just now, was it intentionally disturbing his emotions, or was it true? A Fei couldn't guess it, but he vaguely felt that the fig seemed to be very familiar with him, and there was always a little unusual smell in it.

Before, A Fei thought that this fig was very low-key, but it seems far from that. There are two types of low-key people in the world, one is low-key but low-key, and the other is strong but who wants to play a pig and eat a tiger. Figs should belong to the latter. Perhaps, after successfully resisting A Fei's offensive in the early stage, Figs began to expand. After all, in such occasions, even the most low-key person could not be low-key. This is a live broadcast for the entire game. Defeating the miserable A Fei means soaring to the sky and making a big splash. For players like Figs who have no fame at all, it is not an exaggeration to reach the sky with one step.

But this was just A Fei's guess, and there was no evidence. The fig stretched out the finger that knocked A Fei back and said slowly: "My kung fu is called Yiyang Finger, you should have heard of it."
Chapter completed!