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With a light bang, the two swords intersected, and the master of the sword then took three steps back at the same time, each raising his sword to show his sight.

Chen Tianlei said in a deep voice: "Start!"

The strong figure on the left is Qin Tianri's apprentice Zheng Qinghu. He is born with divine power and is brave and loves to fight. He has long been eager to try it. When the leader ordered the competition to begin, he immediately pounced on him, and used a long sword in his hand to "slash Huashan" and chopped it down on his head. His brothers took the opportunity to applaud, which made him even more amazing and fierce.

The one who was not good-looking and was quick-witted on the right was Gu Tianxing's apprentice Hou Qinghui. Seeing that his opponent was coming fiercely, his sword was shaking, and it seemed to be striking, but in fact, he had already jumped and dodged with a bullet. Zheng Qinghu's reaction was extremely fast. In the past, he had a full heel as the axis, his waist turned sharply, and the long sword swept back, just blocking the "Sunrise Danxia" that Hou Qinghui stabbed. The two of them learned swords for several years, and their sword skills were clear, and the sword skills they learned were almost the same, but they saw the sword shadows flying and the wind was loud, and they were in a difficult situation to distinguish. Their brothers were divided into two factions, cheering outside the field, and the atmosphere was hot.

It turns out that the eight generations of disciples of Hengshan have gradually grown up, and Hu Qingpeng, who is almost the youngest, is already thirteen years old at this time, and the older one is like Zhao Qinghe. After discussion with all his junior brothers, Chen Tianlei decided to hold a martial arts competition this year. First, to test the martial arts progress of the disciples, second, to inspire them to practice martial arts with great care, and third, to initially select outstanding disciples from it to focus on training, laying a solid foundation for the next regular meeting of the Seven Sword Sects. Three years later, the regular meeting of the alliance will be held in Songshan, and then it will depend on the performance of the young generation. In order to avoid their mistaken injury to their fellow disciples, all those who compete in the competition will use wooden swords.

There are 23 disciples from the eight generations of Hengshan, arranged on the sidelines in order of the masters, waiting to play. Their opponents are all decided by Chen Tianlei, and only Gao Qingcheng, nicknamed "Martial Madman", can be bye and directly enter the next round. Everyone can see Gao Qingcheng's swordsmanship, so naturally no one raised any objections. Before the competition, Chen Tianlei announced that disciples who won the top six can go to the forbidden area in the back mountain to study and learn more advanced swordsmanship in advance. As soon as this statement came out, everyone was in a high spirit of fighting and vowed to seize the top six seats.

Hu Qingpeng and Liu Qingshan stood at the lower head of Zhao Qinghe and other disciples, just next to Chen Qinghua. Chen Qinghua poked Liu Qingshan lightly and asked in a low voice: "Senior Brother Liu, who can win this competition?" Liu Qingshan had a rare opportunity to show in front of the beautiful girl, and coughed lightly: "Senior Brother Zheng's offensive is fierce and his strength is long. Junior Brother Hou lacks internal strength, so he can only dodge and escape. Of course, Senior Brother Zheng will win this battle."

Hu Qingpeng couldn't help but say, "I disagree with my senior brother's opinion! Although Senior Brother Zheng has the advantage in offense, his physical strength is consumed faster. On the other hand, Senior Brother Hou responds flexibly, his swordsmanship and footwork are not messed up at all. Once Senior Brother Zheng consumes too much physical strength, it is time for him to win the counterattack!" After he practiced the "Sky Eye Power", his eyesight surpassed his peers. He clearly saw Zheng Qinghu's forehead sweating and his breathing was rapid. The speed of his sword began to gradually slow down, and he had already shown signs of exhaustion. Hou Qinghui's expression was as normal, and the sword speed was gradually accelerating. It is unknown whether the outcome was the increase or decrease.

When Liu Qingshan saw that he dared to express different opinions, his smile sank, and he felt very unhappy. At this time, it seemed as if he was verifying what Hu Qingpeng said. The battle situation suddenly changed. Hou Qinghui, who had been dodging the defense, suddenly used a fast sword and launched a fierce counterattack. Zheng Qinghu could not attack for a long time, but his momentum had declined. He was caught off guard by the opponent's sudden counterattack. He barely blocked seven or eight swords. Finally, he was stabbed by Hou Qinghui with a sword and abandoned the sword on the spot.

Chen Qinghua looked at Hu Qingpeng in surprise: "Junior Brother Hu, what you said is completely correct, it's so amazing!" Hu Qingpeng smiled and Liu Qingshan felt more and more uncomfortable when he saw it.

Hou Qinghui won the flag and cheered his fellow disciples. Zheng Qinghu walked down the field with a dejected look, his eyes turned red. They knew the importance of victory and defeat before the competition. Everyone wanted to win and were qualified to represent our sect to participate in the Songshan Sword Competition three years later, visit all kinds of heroes, and become famous all over the world. This is the common dream of all martial arts teenagers, but this dream is definitely not something that everyone can realize.

The competition is still going on, and the degree of hard work of each person can be seen. Although the winner is happy, the loser is also learning from the pain, and determined to practice swordsmanship, hoping that there will be a chance to prove his strength in the future.

Hu Qingpeng was ranked in the sixth game, and his opponent was Chen Tianlei's apprentice Situ Qingsong. Hu Qingpeng duel in front of so many people for the first time. When the leader called his name, his heart beat like a pounding, his hands were sweating, and he stepped into the field with a long sword. Situ Qingsong then came on the field, and Zhao Qinghe led his fellow disciples to applaud and shout desperately, cheering for his junior brother. In contrast, because of his poor popularity, almost no one cheered him on, and the cold and hot formed a sharp contrast.

Hu Qingpeng felt really uncomfortable when he heard his fellow disciples shouting for his opponents. He glanced around his eyes but couldn't find his supporter. Even his senior brother Liu Qingshan was watching coldly. His heart aches, and his blood quickly cooled down. What is victory or defeat? No one cared about him anyway. He looked at his opponent in a daze, and saw a look of contempt and disdain in Situ Qingsong's eyes. This look suddenly pierced into his heart like a stinger. Anger rose and quickly burned his whole body. He could not care about winning or losing, but he could not accept the feeling of being despised.

Situ Qingsong is second only to Zhao Qinghe's martial arts among Chen Tianlei's disciples. He is confident that he is 80% sure to make it into the top six, and does not take Hu Qingpeng seriously. Because Hu Qingpeng usually doesn't like to show off, he is very humble to all his senior brothers, and is the only one who wants to do rough work and miscellaneous work. He feels a little lower than others. Isn't it easy to defeat this young and low-ranking junior brother?

The two of them raised their swords and attacked each other. Situ Qingsong whispered and said, "Junior Brother Hu, you should stay in the kitchen to cook, why should you be embarrassed when you come here?"

Hu Qingpeng's eyes turned cold, his pupils contracted, and his eyes shot out sharp light like a needle. He said neither humble nor arrogantly: "Please give me some advice on swordsmanship, don't be polite!"

The two of them immediately separated backwards, waiting for the head to give orders.

"start!"

Situ Qingsong moved the sword to his chest, pretended to be defensive, and said with a smile: "Junior Brother Hu, come on, I see if you can force me to fight back within ten moves!" As soon as this statement came out, all the elders frowned. This boy was too arrogant!

Hu Qingpeng was so angry that he wanted to thrust his sword and teach him how powerful he was. Before he could move, he suddenly captured a smug look in Situ Qingsong's eyes, and his heart was shocked - there was a deception! After a closer look, Situ Qingsong was on the surface, but in fact, his left arm was bent, his center of gravity was slightly sunken, and his upper body was slightly leaning forward, like a bow ready to be fired, which could turn into defense into attack and turn guest as the main force. If he attacked blindly in anger, he would hit the opponent's trap.

Hu Qingpeng's sword posture was slightly reduced, and naturally remembered the Heart Sutra of Prajna Paramita that he had recited countless times. A sentence in the scripture passed through his mind like flowing water: "When Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva practiced deep Prajna Paramita, he saw that the five aggregates were empty and overcome all sufferings. Shariputra, color is not different from emptiness, emptiness is emptiness, emptiness is color. The feeling, thinking, action and consciousness are also like this..." In the blink of an eye, the scriptures were silently recited, the heart was quiet, the anger dissipated, the gods kept their minds calm, and all the noises around him were no longer heard. He stood quietly in the sunlight, all the troubles, unhappiness, and resentment disappeared, and he actually smiled on his face and said in a stable and deep tone: "Senior Brother Situ, please give me advice!" The tip of the sword was raised, using the ritual starting sword style of "green pine welcoming guests".

Those present clearly saw Hu Qingpeng's angry expression and thought he would rush forward to the sword. But he suddenly changed his expression. His whole aura merged with the surrounding environment, and he did not attack or defend, and he secretly matched the way of nature. Chen Tianlei and others were even more surprised. Unexpectedly, he was young and had such a skill in cultivating his mind and qi cultivation, and they all nodded and praised.

Situ Qingsong did want to use tricks to anger the other party, and then took advantage of his unpreparedness to defeat him in one fell swoop, and simply won the victory of the competition beautifully. However, Hu Qingpeng was not fooled, and he showed his skills without any hesitation, winning everyone's applause. This time it was Situ Qingsong's turn to be unable to hold back. He didn't want to be compared by someone he looked down upon, shouted "Look at the sword!", jumped forward, and the sword in his hand danced with sword flowers, which was very beautiful.

Zhao Qinghe and others applauded and worked hard to cheer.

Explanation about Tang Bowen's defeat to the Zuo brothers: 1) Tang Bowen is a master of hidden weapons. His power comes from his unique Tang Sect hidden weapons. However, after he was expelled from the house, the hidden weapons could not be replenished after being consumed, and his lethality naturally decreased significantly. 2) The Zuo brothers specialized in the practice of dealing with Tang Bowen and had iron plate protection, so they were able to succeed. 3) Tang Bowen has been wandering around for more than ten years and cannot concentrate on martial arts like Chi Yan. After more than ten years, there is a big gap between him and Chi Yan. The above are basically mentioned in the book. Please read it carefully if you have any questions.

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Hu Qingpeng is now guarding his heart like a mirror, not being disturbed by the outside world, and only has an opponent rushing towards him. His eyes are extraordinary. He can clearly distinguish Situ Qingpeng's eyebrows, each protruding blood vessel, and every slight tremor of the sword. At just three feet apart, Situ Qingpeng used five sword techniques to confuse his opponents. By the sixth move, he had already forced Hu Qingpeng to his upper plate and stabbed the tip of the sword.

Hu Qingpeng recognized his move as "Silver Hook Flying Moon". If he swung his sword to block it, then there will be three subsequent changes that can hurt people. According to what the master taught, he should take a step left at this time. The long sword moves to use the "Jade Broken Bead Curtain" style. Use the sword to stab the enemy down the key points. If you attack the enemy, you will rescue him and resolve his own crisis. However, Situ Qingsong is obviously very clear about the trick of resolving this solution. The sword seems to be fast and fast, but in fact he has spare energy. It is just a virtual move. When Hu Qingpeng uses the "Jade Broken Bead Curtain", he can turn into a "White Dragon Piercing Cloud" style, and take the lead in the air.

If Hu Qingpeng had not practiced the Heavenly Eyes, he might have been deceived by his opponent's dazzling false moves. Of course, he would not be able to fulfill his wishes at this moment. His upper body swayed slightly, as if he was about to flash to the left, and Situ Qingsong immediately jumped up. However, Hu Qingpeng did not move in place, and he quickly explored his left fist, and took advantage of the opponent's mid-range opening, and hit him hard on the chest.

Hu Qingpeng has been chopping wood and carrying water for many years, and has mastered the trick of combining the heart, eyes, body, energy and strength. The power of this punch is extraordinary. When his fist hits the chest, Situ Qingsong groans and flies backwards. After landing, he wants to stand firm, but his opponent's fist is too strong. He takes five steps in a row and almost sits down on the spot.

Hu Qingpeng didn't even use a sword, but just a simple punch, defeated the popular candidate Situ Qingsong.

The scene was silent, and all the disciples were speechless and stunned. Even Chen Tianlei and others looked at each other in shock. From beginning to end, Hu Qingpeng stood there without moving. The scene just now seemed to be Situ Qingsong deliberately opening his arms and making others punch to defeat him. The disciples were puzzled. Why did Situ Qingsong deliberately seek defeat?

Situ Qingsong's face was flushed and red. Of course, he was not the kind of person who deliberately wanted to defeat. He looked at the incredible expressions of his fellow disciples, and was disgraced and angry, shouting: "Master, I am so defeated that I am not convinced. I want to compete with him again!"

Chen Tianlei frowned slightly and said to Yin Tianyun: "Third junior brother, Hu Qingpeng is your apprentice. Do you think it is necessary to compete again?" Yin Tianyun was also surprised by this and said, "Qingpeng won too much luck, it would be better to compete again." Chen Tianlei nodded and said loudly: "Uncle Yin agreed to compete with Qingpeng for another time. If he loses again, he will not have any excuses to complain!"

When the disciples heard that the two were going to fight again, they couldn't help but whisper and buzzed.

Seeing that the master's expression was grim and cold, Situ Qingsong knew that if he was defeated again, his face would be ruined. He calmed down, held the sword in his hands and moved it to his eyebrows, and used the sword to straighten his eyes, guided his true energy according to the breathing method taught by the master. His face was solemn, his eyes passed over the sword and threw them towards his opponent, and his strong fighting spirit spread out, and he said in a deep voice: "Junior Brother Hu, please!" He put away his thoughts of underestimating the enemy and focused his entire mind on the competition, and his momentum suddenly changed greatly.

Hu Qingpeng was lucky to win just now. If the opponent had not underestimated the enemy too much, he would not have been defeated in one move. At this moment, seeing the opponent standing solemnly and strongly, knowing that the real hard battle has arrived, he still took the starting move of "Qingsong Welcoming Guests" and said, "Senior Brother Situ, please!"

Everyone was waiting for breath, and the needles fell in the field could be heard.

Situ Qingsong had just lost a move and was eager to save face. After confronting each other for a while, he suddenly roared, jumped over several steps, swung the long sword in both hands, and slashed it hard at the vital point above his opponent's head. The sword was extremely powerful, and a harsh roar sound was heard when the sword body cut through the air.

Although the enemy's sword was fierce, Hu Qingpeng was not afraid. His hard practice for the past three years was never filled with any moisture, and the strength of his shoulders and arms was far better than his peers because of his years of chopping wood and carrying water. At this time, he aroused his competitive spirit. He sat down on his waist and sat on the horse, trembling his wrists, and picked up the tip of his opponent's long sword.

With a dull sound, the two swords intersected. Situ Qingsong finally had the advantage of holding the sword in both hands, shocking Hu Qingpeng, who held the sword in one hand, to loosen his horse's stance and took a step back.

Zhao Qinghe and others took the opportunity to applaud, and they were more active than the competition they had ended up.

Situ Qingsong shook his opponent with one sword, and when he heard the cheers from his fellow disciples, his confidence increased immediately. He slashed three swords in a row, as if it was a storm, and Hu Qingpeng couldn't breathe. Every time he took the sword, he took a step back and took four steps in a row.

Seeing this, the disciples shouted harder and cheered, but Chen Tianlei and others shook their heads and sighed. The sword technique of Hengshan Sect is light, sharp, fast, skillful, and changeable. They hide murderous intent in beauty and lurk in ruthlessness. This is the essence of Hengshan Sword Technique. Situ Qingsong is eager to win, and his ignorant attack and hard attack are far from the true meaning of the sword technique.

Situ Qingsong slashed the four swords in one breath, which was a pleasure, but after one breath of true energy, it took time to breathe back. The sword couldn't help but suffocate and did not keep up with the opponent's retreating figure.

As early as when Hu Qingpeng cut out the third sword, he felt that the power on his sword began to fade away, and he was already waiting for the moment when the opponent was exhausted. Situ Qingsong's sword condensed, and Hu Qingpeng's eyes were like a cone, and he immediately changed to retreat to advance. The long sword used its unique move "Zhurong Pilgrimage", and countless sword shadows were transformed into opposite opponents.

Situ Qingsong still showed extraordinary strength in a hurry. The long sword blocked the block, and at the same time, flashed behind the toilet, sealing the opponent's tricks outside the door. But Hu Qingpeng was in power and was unforgivable. The long sword followed the metaphysical like a shadow, and cooperated with the ever-changing method, like a flying and changing green dragon, covering the opponent firmly within his attack range. But when the two swords were fighting, the strong wind swept wildly, the two figures ran around and jumped around the field, fighting fiercely. The disciples watching were excited. Gao Qingcheng, who had been standing quietly, opened his eyes and looked at Hu Qingpeng's sword style with interest.

During the fierce battle, Hu Qingpeng grabbed the gap, swirled the sword, and dragged it over Situ Qingsong's right wrist with a very light and sharp edge, leaving a striking red mark. He succeeded with one move, immediately withdrew the sword and jumped out of the circle, put his left hand on his right wrist, and smiled and said, "Senior Brother Situ, I'm giving in!"

Situ Qingsong looked down at the red mark on his hand, and a wry smile appeared on his face, "I lost!" If the opponent used a real sword during the competition, his right wrist would be cut off. This time, he was indeed inferior to others, and he was convinced by the loss. He crossed his sword with his left hand, stepped forward and stretched out his right palm and said, "Junior Brother Hu, congratulations!"

Hu Qingpeng was surprised and stretched out his right palm to hold him tightly, looked at each other and made an appointment to fight again next year. The disciples did not expect that Hu Qingpeng had such strength and looked at him with admiration.

After a day of competition, Hu Qingpeng and other eleven disciples won, plus Gao Qingcheng, who was bye, were drawn into six pairs, and the swordsmanship contest continued the next day. By chance, the opponent Hu Qingpeng drew was his big rival Zhao Qinghe! One was the biggest dark horse candidate in this competition, and the other was the eldest disciple of the head. The showdown between the two became the topic of the most interesting thing to everyone.

As usual, Hu Qingpeng finished his chores for Zou Jing and others at night before going back to rest. As soon as he stepped out of the door of the backyard, he suddenly felt a chill coming. He froze under his feet, looked at the thick shadow of the flower tree, and said alertly: "Who is it?"

A lonely and tall figure walked out, and the moonlight illuminated his handsome face, his eyes were black and transparent, and he was holding a long sword tightly in his hand. It turned out to be the "martial madman" Gao Qingcheng.

Hu Qingpeng felt strange inward and asked, "Senior Brother Gao, are you waiting for me?" He and Gao Qingcheng had basically no contact with each other and were not familiar with each other. In fact, Gao Qingcheng was devoted to martial arts and focused on martial arts practice. He had no deep friendship with all the other eight generations of disciples.

Gao Qingcheng nodded and suddenly said, "I'm optimistic about you in tomorrow's competition."

Hu Qingpeng was surprised and happy, and smiled and said, "Senior Brother Zhao won't give in easily! I wonder if there is anything important to senior brother who is looking for me?"

A strong light suddenly burst out from Gao Qingcheng's eyes and said bluntly: "I want to compete with you in swords!"

Hu Qingpeng was startled and said in a lost voice: "Compet with me in swords? Are you now?"
Chapter completed!