Chapter 186: The Gu Master Who Cultivated the Young Hero
The sound of cicadas chirping in the thick banyan tree was completely drowned out by the cheers and boos from below the stage.
"Young Master Ying, pick him, pick him!"
"Young Master Lin, stab him! Good job!"
"Attack him from below!"
The burly men roared with their faces red and their necks thick, spitting everywhere. Some of the unruly female warriors were even louder than them.
On the stage, the blind boy's sword was knocked away by a spear, causing a burst of exclamations.
But no one was surprised or disappointed because he had been holding the title for so long.
For the entire morning, the young man was the champion, and the other two young men were knocked down in turn. The most dangerous time for him was when they were forced into a corner by the two of them, but he managed to escape in the end.
During the fight, the white silk on his face had already fallen off and was tied around his wrists.
The broadsword was lifted into the air, and the young man jumped up and caught the sword.
This caused the crowd below to exclaim in surprise, and someone who saw through his movements asked, "Tiyunzong?"
"Is this the Tiyunzong? Isn't this the ultimate light skill of that old thief? How come he can also do it?"
"As far as I know, Bai Wuqiu only has one disciple. This identity is truly amazing no matter what."
Qi He came down holding the sword, turned his wrist and made a sword flower towards Ying Shuang.
Ying Shuang was also a little surprised. He exhaled and smiled casually, "You've been holding on for so long, it's time to adjust your breathing. How about I take over the ring and you go down and take a rest?"
"No need."
Qi He's right arm was bleeding, but his hand holding the sword was still steady.
Compared to the scars on his body, his two opponents were obviously in a more miserable state.
There were already bloodstains on Ying Shuang's clothes, and Wen Baixin's shawl was torn into pieces. She had just been injured in her internal organs and had to go off the stage to recuperate.
Among the three, Wen Baixin was the one who died the fastest. She was better at using poison than swords, and the internal injuries she suffered during the battle with Li Fei had not yet healed.
"Okay, then let's see how much internal energy you have left."
Ying Shuang picked up his spear to fight again, but Qi He dodged his stabs and fought back with his sword.
The two exchanged more than ten moves in a flash, fighting from the center of the ring to the east of the ring, and then from the east of the ring to the south of the ring.
Seeing the familiar sword move coming at him, Ying Shuang half bent his body to block it, but unexpectedly he was injured.
He covered his wound and said, "What kind of swordsmanship is this? Why do you change your moves at random?"
Ying Shuang had suffered a loss from this combo just now. He had already broken down the move in his mind, but he didn't expect that the last sword would be different with the same starting position.
Qi He just smiled and didn't answer.
This is the sword technique that is combined with the body technique that was learned from the Haoran Palm, the Hengduan Sabre Technique and the Fanhua Sword Technique. The master once said that if it is in harmony with one's nature, then one can get twice the result with half the effort. Qi He's personality is that he doesn't like anyone other than the master to see through his thoughts, so the same is true for his sword moves, there are no particularly fixed moves.
Ying Shuang was knocked off the stage to catch his breath, and Wen Bai went up to the stage with his heart beating fast.
She had no weapon in her hands. Her soft knife had broken and the cloth was torn. The only sharp weapon on her body was the hairpin on her head.
However, she did not pull out the hairpin, but took off the gauze clothes outside the gauze skirt and tore them into long sleeves.
The beauty showed her slender white arms, and the shouts from below became even louder. Qi He's expression did not change, and he did not show the slightest embarrassment that a young man would feel when faced with such a situation.
It's not just that he can't see it, it's also that he doesn't care, it's not like the master is taking off his clothes in front of him.
The sleeves were entwined like snakes. Qi He wanted to break them like before, but he found that the material of the clothes was like natural silk and could not be cut by a sword. It can be seen that this dress was specially made, otherwise Wen Baixin would not have torn it open so easily.
Countless powders fell along with the movement of the water sleeves. Qi He held his breath to avoid inhaling them. The fine poisonous powders fell on his skin and clothes.
Not long after, Wen Baixin landed on the ground, and Ying Shuang walked onto the stage again.
After that, Wen Baixin never lasted long every time he went on stage, and he was already showing signs of defeat.
Lin Zhi turned the bell in her hand and felt something strange.
Wen Baixin didn't use his internal energy much in the subsequent times, and it seemed that he was at the end of his strength, but Lin Zhi always felt that it was not that simple.
As the sky gradually darkened, Ying Shuang's clothes were covered with marks from the sword. Qi He's clothes were also torn in many places, but his injuries were not as serious as Ying Shuang's.
There is only one stick of incense left, and the winner of this martial arts competition will be decided.
Qi He felt his sore wrist and listened to his opponent's breathing.
Ying Shuang wanted to make one last gamble. He quickly ran in front of Qi He with his spear and chopped down.
Cracks appeared in the stone on the ring, and when Qi He dodged, Ying Shuang immediately swept across. The tip of the spear was sharp and cold, like thunder.
He mobilized all his internal energy to complete these rapid series of attacks, and Qi He was forced to the edge, with one foot already stepping on empty air. This position was not high, not even high enough to perform light skills.
Lin Zhi's hand holding the armrest moved slightly, and his upper body showed signs of rising, but quickly returned to normal.
He believed in Qi He, and besides, it wouldn't matter even if he lost accidentally.
Qi He swung the sword out quickly, and it landed not far below the ring. Qi He turned around and hit the ground with his palm, then stepped on the upright hilt of the sword and landed on the ring again.
All this happened in a flash, and the Yunyue Sword penetrated three inches into the stone at the point where Qi He landed, which was amazing.
The martial arts competition only stipulates that if the toes land on the ground, it means failure, but it does not say that the palms cannot land on the ground, so it is in accordance with the rules for Qi He to return to the ring.
Taoist Master Yunxu stood up and clapped his hands. Ying Shuang, who had exhausted all his strength, said admiringly: "I have finally seen it today. The fight was very enjoyable and satisfying."
When Ying Shuang was swept to the ground by Qi He, he did not struggle much and just lay there where he fell.
Wen Baixin came on stage, and there was still half an incense stick left.
Although many people believed that the winner had been decided, some people felt that Wen Baixin might have poisoned the person long ago and was just waiting for this moment.
Wen Baixin was indeed convinced, she thought that this man must have been poisoned.
But when her long sleeves were extended, the internal force that hit back was still extremely overbearing, which surprised her.
"You're not poisoned?"
This is impossible. The poison does not need to be inhaled. As long as it exists on the skin, it will seep into the body long enough. The poisoned person will be temporarily unable to use his internal energy, his limbs will become soft, and his heart will feel cold.
The handsome young man's tone was still gentle: "Are you sure your poison is on me?"
"What do you mean..."
Wen Baixin opened his eyes, his breathing became rapid, and his body became stiff.
She clearly felt her heart go cold, her limbs had no strength, and she couldn't use the little internal energy she had left.
“When exactly…?”
Qi He did not answer because the time was up.
Qi He was sensitive to everything around him, so he could naturally feel the powder falling on him.
There is a move in Huo Wushuang's Fanhua Sword Technique, which uses the sword wind to roll up the fallen flowers. He named it "The Flowers Are So Sweeping That They Dazzle the Eyes". Qi He also likes this move and has already mastered it.
With his skills, it was not difficult to return all the powder on the clothes to Wen Baixin.
He is a good disciple who always listens to his master's instructions. If his master asks him to be on guard, he will definitely not be careless.
As for the small amount of poison powder on his face, it did not have much effect on him. It was still the same as before, and neither was as powerful as the master's blood.
The champion of this martial arts competition has been decided. Under the gaze of everyone, Taoist Yunxu handed the box containing the forty-year-old Ice Jade Lotus to Qi He.
This grand event in the martial arts world that lasted for nearly ten days came to an end, but some things seemed like the lotus flowers in early summer, which were just beginning to show their sharp tips.
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