Bu Jingyun slowly walked forward, ignoring all the gazes around him.
Right now, his heart was already occupied by the two words "Qin Shuang".
For so many years, he had been cultivating with no regard for his life, all for the sake of seeking revenge on the bastard who had massacred the Huo Family.
"Qin Shuang!"
Although Bu Jingyun's face was still neither sad nor happy, his heart was already in turmoil.
The aura on his body suddenly erupted, and the sword in his hand was tightly gripped.
Xiong Ba, who was sitting on the throne, suddenly felt a surge of energy.
Xiong Ba looked over and quickly found a youth with a cold face.
His eyes narrowed slightly.
"Gang Leader! The competition is about to begin!"
Wen Chouchou worked for a long time and finally settled the matters of the arena.
"Yes." Xiong Ba nodded and shifted his gaze away from Bu Jingyun.
He stood up, his cloak fluttering behind him.
"Now!"
Xiong Ba's voice silenced the surrounding noise.
"Martial Arts Competition Ceremony, begin!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he sat back on his throne.
Two figures appeared in the middle of the arena.
When they saw one of the white-robed youths, the cheers of some ladies came from outside the arena.
Nie Feng's white clothes made him look even more handsome. His gentle and refined temperament made his exquisite facial features look even more stable, like a young master in troubled times.
"I am Chang Qing!"
The slender man in front of him, who looked like a cheetah, reported his name.
"I am Nie Feng."
Nie Feng lowered his head slightly, revealing a calmness and gentleness that did not match his age.
Chang Qing circulated his internal strength, his hands formed claws, and his entire body darted towards Nie Feng like lightning.
"Black Tiger Steals Heart!"
He was very fast, like a leopard chasing its prey.
Nie Feng executed the Windgod's Legs, and his entire body turned into an afterimage. Like the wind and lightning, he disappeared from where he was.
Cries of surprise came from the audience. Everyone felt that Nie Feng's speed was dozens of times faster than Chang Qing's.
Chang Qing's attack missed, so he immediately changed his position and carefully searched for Nie Feng's figure.
"Catching wind and catching shadows!"
Nie Feng's voice came from above his head.
Chang Qing suddenly raised his head, but he hadn't even taken a step forward.
Nie Feng's figure had already flashed to his side. His right leg kicked out, bringing with it a sharp wind whistle.
"Bang!"
A figure flew out of the arena and crashed onto the ground.
Nie Feng flew down and helped Chang Qing up.
"I'm convinced that my skills are inferior!”
Chang Qing held his chest, but he respectfully said to Nie Feng.
"Congratulations, Nie Feng!" Wen Chouchou's sharp voice sounded.
There was a burst of cheers outside the arena, and the screams of the girls were endless.
"Next round, Duan Lang, Li Jin."
Soon, two more figures appeared in the arena.
Duan Lang crossed his arms and looked at his opponent provocatively.
His expression caused Xiong Ba to frown.
Duan Lang's delicate face was full of pride, and his golden hair made him look even more flamboyant.
"Admit defeat. You're not my match!”
Li Jin, who was over 30 years old, was a little angry. He did not expect a young man to look down on him like this.
"Brat! Take this!"
Li Jin waved his broadsword, and the blade energy whistled.
"Cloud Slash!"
Duan Lang circulated his zhenqi and jumped into the air with the tip of his toes, deftly avoiding Li Jin's blade.
After flipping twice in the air, Broken Wave pulled out the sword on his back.
After adjusting his posture, Broken Wave attacked Li Jinfa from the air.
His sword intent soared into the sky like a rising red sun.
Inner Qi surged on the sword, making it dazzling and scorching hot.
Duan Lang stabbed out with his sword. The longsword in his hand was like a rainbow that instantly pierced through Li Jin's broadsword.
Li Jin's body was instantly sent flying, and the sword qi pierced through his shoulder.
"Broken Wave, victory!"
Wen Chouchou could tell that Xiong Ba didn't like Broken Waves, so he tactfully started the next round.
"Next round, Bu Jingyun, Lei Tian.”
Xiong Ba's gaze followed Bu Jingyun to the center of the arena.
Looking at this calm youth, Xiong Ba nodded his head in admiration.
"Lei Tian!"
A young man wearing a blue robe jumped onto the stage. Lightning seemed to surge between his breaths.
"This is the Thundercloud Palm."
Xiong Ba saw the young man's stance and was interested in Bu Jingyun's strength.
"Yes." Bu Jingyun said indifferently.
"Please take this!"
As soon as Lei Tian finished speaking, lightning erupted behind him.
"Thundercloud Palm!"
He opened his palm, and the lightning in his palm shot toward Bu Jingyun.
Bu Jingyun brandished his long sword. The corner of his clothes fluttered slightly as he activated all the internal strength in his body.
The sword in his hand slashed at the lightning, and the surging sword qi wreaked havoc.
Xiong Ba looked on attentively, Wen Chouchou didn't understand why Bu Jingyun was worth his attention.
Lei Yun's lightning exploded on his body, but soon, his expression turned serious.
Bu Jingyun's Sword Qi flashed and instantly pierced through his lightning.
"Alright." When Xiong Ba saw this scene, he nodded his head.
Bu Jingyun's second sword Qi followed up, and Lei Yun's lightning was destroyed.
"I admit defeat!"
Lei Yun saw that his lightning was defenseless and conceded defeat. He turned over and went off the stage.
"Bu Jingyun, victory!"
The fourth chapter.
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