As soon as Hu Qingpeng returned to his residence, he saw Liu Qingshan hurried out of the room, with a nervous and panic look. The two met. Liu Qingshan was stunned and said, "Junior brother, why are you back so early today? Didn't you go to practice martial arts in the past?"

Hu Qingpeng said: "Tomorrow's sword competition with Senior Brother Zhao will probably be a fierce battle, so I have to hurry up and rest tonight, regulating my energy and nourish my spirit, and I won't practice the exercises."

Liu Qingshan suddenly said, "So that's it! Then you have a good rest. I won't disturb you anymore. I hope you can defeat Senior Brother Zhao tomorrow and get a breath for your master!" After that, he went to find someone to play.

Hu Qingpeng was surprised that Senior Brother Liu was a bit abnormal today. With his friendship with Zhao Qinghe, how could he wish him victory? It was really the sun that came out from the west! When he walked into the room, he poured a bowl of tea habitually. Just as he was about to drink it, his heart suddenly moved and put down the tea bowl. The color of the tea water turned yellow in the green, the tentacles were warm, and there seemed to be a faint smell of medicine, which was very different from the green tea you usually drink. He was already in doubt, and then he thought of a major competition tomorrow, so how could he dare to drink this strange tea? After thinking about it, poured half a pot of tea out of the window, then removed the shoes, closed his eyes and meditated.

After a while, Hu Qingpeng's ears heard the sound of footsteps and followed the door shaft. He tiptoed into the room. He opened his eyes slightly and saw Liu Qingshan slowly groping in the dark to find the teapot. He laughed in a low voice, pushed open the rear window, poured out all the tea and tea leaves in the teapot, and then put the teapot back to its original place, touched it and slept. Because the room was dark and dull, Liu Qingshan thought he was doing it without any knowledge, but he didn't know that Hu Qingpeng practiced the method of heavenly eyes and took all his sneaky actions. Hu Qingpeng was both angry and funny, and at the same time he was secretly glad that he was alert enough, otherwise he would definitely lose tomorrow's sword competition.

There was nothing to say overnight. After getting up the next day, Liu Qingshan asked with concern: "Junior brother, how are you in physical condition today? Are you sure to defeat Senior Brother Zhao?"

Hu Qingpeng simply pretended to the end, used his qi to force him to sweat, and deliberately frowned and said, "I don't know what happened. I feel very uncomfortable today. It seems that I have eaten my stomach and my stomach hurts so much! Senior brother, I may not be able to participate in today's martial arts competition!"

A ray of light flashed in Liu Qingshan's eyes and shouted, "How can that be? You must participate in the martial arts competition, otherwise your face will be dull! Gastric pain is mostly caused by eating something you shouldn't have eaten. I have painkillers here. If you take it, you can immediately relieve the pain." He reached out to his arms and took out a dark green medicine bottle and poured the pills onto Hu Qingpeng's palm.

Hu Qingpeng could not believe him. He pretended to swallow the medicine and actually put the pills between his fingers, and threw them all into the grass when Liu Qingshan was not paying attention.

The atmosphere of today's martial arts competition is more lively than yesterday. The twelve young men who won the preliminary round can be regarded as the best among the eight generations of disciples, but they still have to choose the best and decide the top six. When Hu Qingpeng came to the martial arts training ground with everyone, he deliberately pretended to be in a low spirit, and secretly paid attention to Liu Qingshan's actions. Liu Qingshan took advantage of the situation and made a successful gesture to Zhao Qinghe. Zhao Qinghe looked calm and chatted and laughed. Hu Qingpeng was angry when he saw this. In order to win the competition, Zhao Qinghe actually used such despicable means, which was really shameless! He couldn't help but make a secret decision to defeat this despicable villain!

The first game was Gao Qingcheng and Hou Qinghui. They were both Gu Tianxing's disciples, and they were just divided together during the draw of lots, which was a coincidence. Gao Qingcheng's handsome face still had a cold expression, which attracted the screams of several female disciples when he appeared. Hou Qinghui seemed to be lacking in confidence, his eyes were free and flickering, and his momentum was declining before the war started. It was no wonder that his opponent was a "martial madman" with extraordinary martial arts talent, and he ranked first among his fellow disciples in terms of martial arts and swordsmanship!

With Chen Tianlei's order, the field was silent, and the two young men raised their swords to meet each other.

Hu Qingpeng carefully observed Gao Qingcheng, and saw that his spirit was restrained and stable as a mountain. His eyes were looking straight at his opponent. His long sword drooped slightly. He was like a mountain leopard ready to go. If he didn't move, he would have to be a fierce and ruthless killer move. Gao Qingcheng had both high martial arts talent and was willing to practice hard. However, this simple posture showed his amazing strength. Hu Qingpeng nodded secretly. Senior Brother Gao is worthy of being a martial arts genius. Even if he practiced Buddhism and Taoism, he was slightly inferior to him. In a blink of an eye, most people showed sympathy for Hou Qinghui, and clearly did not look down on him.

Hou Qinghui faced his senior brother with his classmates, and his confidence was not enough. Seeing that the opponent was showing an impeccable posture, even if he had a long sword in his hand, he didn't know where to attack. He was so painful that he just wanted to moan loudly. But since he stood on the martial arts training ground, there was no reason to surrender without fighting, let alone in front of everyone! His long sword trembled and was about to fit in and save the opportunity. Suddenly Gao Qingcheng shouted: "Let's wait!" He was stunned when he heard the sound, and couldn't help but stop and said in surprise: "Senior Brother Gao, what's wrong?"

Gao Qingcheng said seriously: "Junior brother, you are not strong at this moment, you are anxious and breathing rapidly, so you should not compete with me in swords. If you cannot concentrate on duels, you will definitely die when facing the enemy!"

Hou Qinghui was poured on his head by a basin of ice water, suddenly alerting that if he lacks confidence when facing a strong enemy and is distracted, how can he survive? Once his beliefs are shaken, can he still make progress when practicing martial arts? With this thought, he couldn't help but sweat. He slowly closed his eyes, used the method of regulating breathing and guiding qi in the master's sect, looked at his heart and gathered his spirit. After a moment, he opened his eyes and looked at his eyes with a pure and pure eyes, and his strong fighting spirit was approaching his opponent.

Gao Qingcheng's eyes lit up, as if two balls of flames were burning, and he exhaled violently, "Look at the sword!" The sword "songkong throws a book" with a move. With his flashing figure, it was so wonderful that it stabbed Hou Qinghui's heart. But he saw that the sword was constantly changing the trajectory of the front stab in the movement. Each change in the sword style was in line with the true meaning of Hengshan's sword technique, which was mixed with strangeness and lightness, and was completely reflected in the essence of this sword technique.

Everyone couldn't help but cheer in unison and applauded. The madman in martial arts really took extraordinary action!

Hou Qinghui knew that he could not show weakness at this time, otherwise the opponent's aura would surge and the subsequent attacks would be even more terrifying. With his feet kicked the ground, the whole person rushed up like an arrow from a string, and the long sword snarled upwards, pointing to the opponent's throat, and erecting his left palm to protect his chest at the same time. This move uses attack to attack, fast against fast, and fast. Although the moves are not as beautiful as the opponent, they are more ruthless than three points.

If Gao Qingcheng's long sword does not change its move, it can at most pierce the opponent's left palm, but his throat will be hit by the sword. He immediately rotates his wrist lightly, slid his sword outward, and uses a move "White Crane spreads its wings" and uses a wooden sword that pierces the slash.

The two figures crossed and then turned around and fought again. You went in and out, flying up and down, and the sword skills emerged one after another.

Gao Qingcheng's swordsmanship is indeed much better than his opponents. He was calm and free, and his swordsmanship was easy to deal with, and he seemed at ease when dealing with counterattacks. Hou Qinghui did his best, and only two or three of the ten moves were the main attack. He was forced to return to the sword to defend the other time. Hengshan swordsmanship is a sword technique that focuses on offense, and defense is not a specialty, so Hou Qinghui has more flaws in the battle, and there is almost no offensive power. Gao Qingcheng misses that he is a junior brother of his fellow sect, so he does not want to defeat him too early. The two fought more than 40 moves before Gao Qingcheng stabbed his opponent with a move "Zhurong Pilgrimage".

Gao Qingcheng did not have any excitement after winning, as if he had just done something very ordinary. When he walked out, he looked at Hu Qingpeng and clearly sent a declaration of challenge.

Hu Qingpeng carefully recalled Gao Qingcheng's moves and gestures in his mind, and found that he had no weak links in speed, strength, mind, swordsmanship, etc. In other words, Gao Qingcheng had almost no weaknesses to use! It's really exciting to have such a strong opponent waiting in front!

The sword competition between Hu Qingpeng and Zhao Qinghe was arranged in the sixth and the last one. At this time, after the sword competition between the first five games, the interest of the disciples was completely mobilized. Zhao Qinghe's supporters naturally accounted for the majority, but many disciples shook their flags and shouted for him because they bet that Hu Qingpeng would win.

Hu Qingpeng walked into the field and stood opposite Zhao Qinghe. When the two of them met, a strange smile appeared on the corner of Zhao Qinghe's mouth, "Junior Brother Hu, your face is not very good. Did you worry about your defeat and not sleeping all night last night?"

Hu Qingpeng felt annoyed when he saw him. This man was obviously outstanding and elegant, but why was he a petty hypocrite? Although he warned himself to be calm before the scene, when he heard Zhao Qinghe's jokes, he couldn't help but start anger from his heart, his eyebrows were raised, and he said coldly: "I'm not worried about my defeat. What I'm worried about is that you can't afford to lose, Senior Brother!"

Zhao Qinghe saw his eyes suddenly shining, and his heart was shocked. Did Liu Qingshan really get what he told him? Seeing that Hu Qingpeng didn't look like a person who had taken medicine, you have to be careful not to let the two brothers deceive him! His face darkened and he sneered: "You lucky enough to defeat Junior Brother Situ yesterday, and your tail was raised up to heaven! Don't think you can always be blessed with good luck."

Hu Qingpeng said: "Whether I win by luck, senior brother will know in a while!"

The two of them bowed according to the rules and then stepped back and met with their swords. Hu Qingpeng was thin and strong, with dark skin, giving people a rock-solid feeling. Zhao Qinghe had a slender figure, a sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, and outstanding style, which made people feel good at first sight. The two of them had their own characteristics and were comparable in momentum.

After yesterday's first round of selection, the disciples' sword skills have been compared. Relatively speaking, Hu Qingpeng and Zhao Qinghe are the closest and strongest, so everyone watched the battle with their breath.

Hu Qingpeng stood on this venue again today, his mood was completely different from yesterday. Looking at the opponent in front of him, the painful memories of the past surged in his heart. Most of the hardships he suffered over the years were because he deliberately made things difficult! Because of the rules and regulations of the masters, he could not secretly beat Zhao Qinghe to vent his anger. This time he had a rare opportunity to compete. He was just chopping him two swords during the competition - although he was just a wooden sword. He raised his long sword in front of his chest, pointed his sword directly at the opponent, and made an attacking posture. After Chen Tianlei's order, he immediately turned still to move, like a tiger coming out of the mountain, and the sword was as fast as a meteor to catch the moon, turning into a blurred black line, and stabbed it with a sneer.

The sword was extremely fast, and Zhao Qinghe's eyes could not see the sword-like landing point. He was shocked and could almost conclude that Hu Qingpeng was not trapped at all! His original pride and calm disappeared, but he was worthy of being the master's disciple. When he saw that the situation was wrong, he immediately retreated to the right and did not entangle with Hu Qingpeng.

Hu Qingpeng stabbed halfway through the sword. When he saw his opponent retreating, he immediately changed his moves to pursue him, covering Zhao Qinghe's vital parts. Zhao Qinghe is also a person with a high martial arts talent. He knew that his opponent's sword speed was too fast, so he adopted the strategy of roaming and not confronting the opponent head-on. You go forward and backward, and you run around the field twice in an instant. Hu Qingpeng chased him closely and stabbed eighteen swords. Each sword fell into the air or changed his move halfway, but none of them succeeded.

After running two laps like this, he kept trying his best to draw his sword. Even if Hu Qingpeng had super strong endurance, his sword speed finally slowed down. He heard that the opponent's strength had declined, and he suddenly pulled out his body and jumped into the air while running. He was in the air with a hollow somersault. On his head, the long sword brought wind and thunder to the opponent with a strange sound. The sword counterattack was suddenly fierce, and the angle of the attack was extremely tricky. The tip of the sword pointed to the vital acupoints above Hu Qingpeng's head, which immediately won a lot of praise.

Hu Qingpeng was exhausted and had expected that the opponent would take the opportunity to counterattack, but he didn't expect that Zhao Qinghe's counterattack was so sharp. There was a flash of people in front of him, and the cold wind was already under his head. He didn't have time to swing his sword to resist, so he jumped forward and rolled away on the ground.

Zhao Qinghe forced his opponent to dodge with a sword, and his spirit was greatly boosted. The sword used all his tricks and attacked like a swift, without giving him a chance to breathe. As soon as Hu Qingpeng jumped up from the ground, he was surrounded by the opponent's sword net, which made him in a hurry and couldn't stop retreating.

The situation in the field changed suddenly, and Zhao Qinghe gained the advantage, so his supporters naturally cheered loudly and were excited. Seeing that he changed rapidly, the elders not only got rid of the predicament, but also fully utilized the characteristics of this sword technique, and nodded and praised them.

Hu Qingpeng was attacked by his opponent, and he couldn't help but dodge. He felt extremely upset and full of frustration. He could lose to anyone, how could he lose to this opponent? He was eager to win just now, underestimating Zhao Qinghe's strength, and his momentum was so weak that he was at a disadvantage. If he could play steadily at the beginning and look for opportunities to win in the attack, at least it would be a situation of equality.

Zhao Qinghe is more than two years older than Hu Qingpeng. He is full of energy and has more swordsmanship. He often uses the tricks that Hu Qingpeng has not learned yet. He doesn't know how to resolve them. He laughed while fighting: "Junior Brother Hu, this move is 'Pingshadows'. You haven't learned it yet? You are wrong, you should use 'Iron Locking Xiangjiang' to dismantle it!"

Hu Qingpeng was angry and angry, almost lost his sword, and his heart moved. He suddenly realized that his opponent was deliberately using words to anger himself, which made his heart irritated and his martial arts greatly reduced. After thinking about this section, he felt awesome and secretly recited the "Heart Sutra of Prajna Paramita". The five aggregates were empty, the spiritual platform was like a mirror, and every movement of the opponent in his eyes was extremely clear. After three years of hard training, he was very good at endurance and physical strength. He immediately responded to the ridicule and insulting words, and focused on the competition. Although he was thrilling and hard, he did not show any defeat.

Seeing that he gritted his teeth and struggling, he disintegrated his opponent's offensive round after round, as if he was fighting against the waves, and his defense was extremely tough, everyone couldn't help but sigh. If it weren't for the support of his strong will, if it were another person, he would have abandoned his sword and admitted defeat.

No matter what type of battle it is, the attacking side will always consume more physical strength than the defense side. Zhao Qinghe could not attack for a long time, and his strength was consumed very quickly. He was already sweating profusely, and the sword in his hand gradually became heavier.

The two of them fought more than a hundred moves. Hu Qingpeng saw a gap, and the sword went in a different way, suddenly stabbed into the opponent's sword flaw, and directly grabbed Zhao Qinghe's eyes. Zhao Qinghe used a killer move "Sword Slash" at this time, and swept the sword to the opponent's waist and abdomen. Suddenly, he saw the enemy's sword stabbing, which was a loss-making style. He was shocked. If he was stabbed in the eyes or face, it would be dangerous to break the situation! He had no time to think in his busy schedule, and immediately lowered his body and fell down, and quickly hit his opponent's right wrist. Hu Qingpeng was waiting for this moment. The sword was sharp and he suppressed his opponent's sword spine with a change of move. He leaped back and finally got out of the dilemma of defending his desperation.

Zhao Qinghe saw his opponent escape and was about to chase him, and he felt a little cold and secretly shouted, "As soon as Hu Qingpeng retreated, he advanced, and his sword hit, wiped, slashed, and stabbed, and danced a strong wind to attack. The two of them this time were different from before, with attacks and defenses between each other, and the figures interchanged, and the battle situation was even more intense and exciting.

After fighting for more than twenty moves, both of them consumed a lot of energy, sweating like rain, soaking all their clothes. But Hu Qingpeng's endurance was stronger and he began to gradually gain the upper hand. Zhao Qinghe had more defense and less attack. At this point in the duel, everyone knew in their hearts that if nothing unexpected happened, Zhao Qinghe would definitely be defeated by the opponent's sword because of his lack of energy.

Hu Qingpeng was ecstatic when he saw the victory scale gradually tilting towards him. He was about to slash with a sword, and then he decided to decide the outcome. The true energy in his body suddenly became turbulent. The two lurking alien internal forces rushed to various meridians uncontrollably. The whole body suddenly stinged, and almost vomited blood on the spot. The sword he swung out in the air and could not be cut. Hu Qingpeng was shocked. The warning of Taoist Master Tianfa that day flashed through his mind, "...When you are emotionally excited or use your internal forces too much, they may come out to make trouble, affecting your actions." In order to dissolve the two internal forces in the body, he has been working hard to practice internal skills in the past two years, and he has basically suppressed them, but the internal forces are consumed too much, and he can no longer control these two alien internal forces. At this critical moment when the victory and defeat are about to be decided, they actually came out to make trouble!

Everyone didn't know what was happening in Hu Qingpeng's body. They saw that his sword move suddenly stopped halfway, as if he was possessed by evil spirits, looking at each other. What the hell is Hu Qingpeng doing? Don't you want to win?

Zhao Qinghe had no time to think about it during the fierce battle. Seeing that the opponent suddenly stopped attacking, the sword in his hand instinctively swung over and hit Hu Qingpeng's wrist with a bang. Hu Qingpeng relaxed his five fingers and fell to the ground.

Zhao Qinghe himself did not expect to succeed so easily. He was stunned for a moment and laughed to the sky, "I won, I won!"
Chapter completed!