No matter how much Bao Nian begged, the martial arts conference still began.
Since there is no limit on the number of participants in this martial arts conference, the number of participants is expected to be around 400, and there are more than 100 people who want to compete for the position of leader.
Those who did not want to compete for the position of leader came to participate out of curiosity.
Their purpose was, firstly, to experience this unique martial arts conference, and secondly, to see if they could break through themselves here.
Many of them are people without any school or sect. The skills they learned were either passed down from their family or acquired through chance. They have not received any orthodox training.
The reason they have been able to survive in the martial arts world for so long is that they have figured it out with a little bit of talent, so this conference is a great viewing opportunity for them.
If they were a little bit luckier and gained some insights during the fight with their opponent, they might be able to break through the shackles and improve their martial arts.
The first person to come on stage was a man without any sect or school. He walked onto the stage holding a smooth and round stick in his hand and wearing clothes full of patches.
The ones fighting against him were disciples of Kongtong Sect.
This disciple was good at using a knife. He carried a scimitar on his back, grabbed the ring with both hands, and climbed onto the stage from the edge of the ring.
As soon as he entered the arena, those familiar with the Kongtong Sect exclaimed in surprise, not for any other reason, but simply because of the weapon this disciple carried.
Everyone in the martial arts world knows that the disciples of the Kongtong Sect are good at using small and exquisite weapons, and it is rare for a disciple to go into battle with such a conspicuous big sword on his back.
Those who fight against them rarely know what magical weapons they use.
It could be a dagger, it could be a hidden weapon, as long as it is easy to carry, they may have it.
Now this disciple came on stage with such an obvious big knife on his back, and I don’t know whether it was intentional or it was just like that.
"My name is Lu Feng." The man holding the stick spoke first and clasped his fists towards the other party.
"I am Qi Ping, a disciple of the Kongtong Sect. I would like to ask for your guidance, Master Lu."
There was a hint of nervousness on Qi Ping's slightly immature face. This was his first competition after coming down the mountain. He didn't expect to face the famous Lu Gunfeng. It seemed that this would require some effort.
Lu Gunfeng, this is the nickname given to Lu Feng by everyone in the martial arts world.
At first, because the stick technique he created was very similar to the Beggar Gang's dog-beating stick technique, people often mistook him for a member of the Beggar Gang and began to seek his advice.
Later, Lu Feng couldn't stand it anymore, so he took the initiative to go and fight with the Beggar Gang members, so that everyone in the martial arts world could see the difference between the two and ended the distress of being misunderstood.
The name Lu Gunfeng was the nickname given to him by people in the martial arts world after his fight with the Beggars' Sect.
This title did not make Lu Feng angry. On the contrary, he was very happy because he felt that this title vindicated his unique stick technique.
After the two people on the stage had a friendly conversation, the competition officially began.
Lu Feng tore off the cloth strip at the front end of the stick, held the stick tightly with both hands, stretched out his right foot forward, and drew a semicircle on the ground.
He leaned slightly, his eyes fixed straight ahead.
Qi Ping, whose face was nervous just now, was now much calmer. He took out the scimitar from behind and pulled it out of the scabbard bit by bit.
A cold light shone on his face, and he looked up at Lu Feng with a little more caution in his eyes.
This person is very strong.
Seeing the fight start on the ring, Ye Xin sat up slightly.
She just took a quick look and found that there was a white gas flowing in the bodies of these two people. This thing looked very similar to Qi Jin, but upon closer inspection, it was not as powerful as Qi Jin.
Could it be the legendary internal force?
Ye Xin frowned and looked carefully at the two people on the stage again.
Among these two people, one has this white gas in his muscles, and the other has gas continuously emitted from his dantian.
The two of them are equally strong, but I don't know who will be the final winner.
On the ring, Lu Feng took the lead in attacking.
He took the stick and turned it twice in his hand before attacking Qi Ping.
The stick moved from his left hand to his right hand, and then from his right hand to his left hand, at such a fast speed that the wind from the stick left an afterimage.
If Qi Ping hadn't seen Lu Feng's actions clearly here, the outcome would have been basically doomed.
Lu Feng's stick technique is mainly to catch the opponent by surprise, and you have no idea what move he will use.
Sometimes it appears on your shoulder, sometimes under your legs, with absolutely no rhyme or reason.
Qi Ping obviously thought of this. He stared closely at Lu Feng's hand movements, while also paying some attention to judge the distance between the two of them.
Killing is not allowed in the martial arts conference, and blood will be drawn as soon as he draws his sword. He has to control it carefully so as not to accidentally reap another soul.
This distraction was a huge test for Qi Ping, and his hands holding the knife were sweating.
Suddenly, Lu Feng came in front of Qi Ping and attacked with the stick in his hand at this moment.
Qi Ping kept staring at Lu Feng. Seeing that his stick stayed in his right hand, he quickly blocked it to the left with his scimitar.
"Boom~"
Qi Ping's prediction was successful, and the stick in Lu Feng's hand indeed changed in the last breath.
When he was about to touch the scimitar in Qi Ping's hand, he suddenly let go of the stick with his right hand and grasped it with his left hand, which had been ready to strike.
After grabbing the stick, he immediately lowered his wrist and, with a little force, hit Qi Ping on the right side of his abdomen.
However, after he hit the target, his expression suddenly changed and he felt a tingling sensation in his arm.
At this time, Qi Ping flipped the scimitar in his hand down and hit Lu Feng's shoulder with the back of the knife.
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