C45 The Kingdom Tournament(2)

Zhong Weifeng suddenly slammed the table and stood up. He said in surprise, "Not good. Something big might happen. The night wind. Except for Tiger Mountain Base. He immediately called back all the Iron Blood Guards from all over the place. In addition, he immediately sent a message to Zhong Wuli. Prepare for battle. Prepare to send troops back to the capital at any time. Also, pay close attention to Xiao Family and Warlord in the capital these two days. "

He waved his hand and said, "Go and do it immediately. Call Yanran over while you're at it. Oh right, Yun Fei still needs to participate in the competition. Arrange for two people with higher cultivation base to protect Yun Fei. "

Zhong Gufeng bowed and said goodbye. A moment later, Luo Yanran pushed open the door and entered.

"Yanran, immediately tidy up the valuable items and gather the resources. Prepare to evacuate to Tiger Mountain Base at any time."

Zhong Weifeng's face was solemn. He and the company became solemn and said, "You don't need to ask too much. The house will be loose and tight these few days. Don't spread the news of the evacuation. Make preparations in private."

Luo Yanran's face was full of doubt, but she also felt that the situation was serious. She knelt and answered, "Yes, father. I will arrange it overnight."

Zhong Weifeng looked up to the sky and sighed. "Xiao Wuyong, are you really going to be so crazy? You want to usurp the throne? You want to start a bloody war in Liang Country?"

"By the way, Yanran, the outside world hasn't been peaceful for the past few days, so don't let Xiu-Er and Yingying go out. She was ready to leave at any time at home. As for Yun Fei, he still had to participate in the kingdom competition. Given his age and cultivation base, he might be able to catch the attention of some special envoy. Let's call him away. Besides, he already has the power to protect himself. Let's just let him participate in the competition as usual. "

On the morning of the sixth day, in the top ten.

The hundred contestants, including the Great Martial Master, drew lots again. They were still going to be eliminated.

In the first round of the top ten matches, Yun Fei drew number 32. The opponent was another contestant who drew number 32. He was a swordsman at the early stage of the Great Martial Master. Yun Fei was also holding the Wind Walking Sword gifted by Elder Gong.

Yun Fei had been practicing sword techniques recently, and he mainly practiced the Basic Sword Technique. The Basic Sword Technique not only talked about sword techniques, but also explained sword theories. Basic sword techniques were the foundation of all sword techniques.

When practicing sword techniques, Yun Fei integrated the concept of Taiji Fist into it. Although he had read about Taiji Sword on Earth, most of it was used to exercise and perform, so he hadn't seen any real sword techniques.

Yun Fei's almost abnormal comprehension and analysis ability had forcefully integrated Taiji Fist into the Basic Sword Techniques. Using the Fist Force as the foundation, he could expand the meaning of the technique and turn it into a fist. Extending his body, the sword became his body, and he controlled the sword with his body. He had created the "Yun Clan" Taiji Sword Technique. Today, he could use it to test it out in actual combat.

On the arena, after the two of them bowed with their swords in hand, Yun Fei loosened his waist and lowered his hip. He pointed the sword in his right hand diagonally downwards. His left hand slightly indicated that he was attacking in the direction he was pointing at. With one look, he seemed to be very casual, but when he looked again, he felt that he was very calm and steady.

The opponent thought that Yun Fei was putting on airs and looking down on him, so he shouted angrily.

"Falling Flower First Style!"

The specks of sword light drew out numerous sword flowers and enveloped Yun Fei.

Yun Fei held the sword in his right hand as if it was empty. With his wrist as the axis, the sword quickly formed a circle. With a crisp clank, the opponent's "Falling Flower" sword was blocked.

"Second Style of Falling Flower!"

The opponent's sword arm was about to bend and exert force when the tip of the sword was pressed against his elbow. He hurriedly retreated. Just as he was about to raise the sword, his shoulder was pressed against by the tip of the sword. He retreated again, but before he could raise the sword, the tip of the sword was already at his throat.

Yun Fei was using the basic sword technique, the Stabbing Sword. He only used the Cloud Flying Four Steps footwork. When the opponent moved slightly, he moved first. The force came from his waist and went into his arm and wrist. It kept going on and on, and the opponent was restrained at all times.

Seeing the sword that was like water pressing against his throat, the swordsman who was at the initial stage of the Great Martial Master felt very aggrieved. He only used one movement of his sword and was defeated by the opponent.

He was defeated by the simple Stabbing Sword of the basic sword technique. Although he felt aggrieved, he was convinced and immediately admitted defeat.

Yun Fei kept his sword and cupped his hands, saying, "Thank you for letting me win!"

In the stands, a gentle and elegant young man with an extraordinary bearing turned around and pointed at Yun Fei's arena. He asked Xiao Wuyong, "Does the young man with short hair have any information about him?"

"Young Master Zhou, that young man is Yun Fei. He is the one who harmed my grandson, Jianren!" Xiao Wuyong quickly stood up and bowed in reply, but his tone was filled with killing intent.

That young man was the Empyrean Terminus Sect's Zhou Tai. He wore a white robe that was as white as snow, and his long hair was simply tied up. He had an elegant and handsome appearance, and he had a faint smile on his face. He seemed to have a graceful bearing, as well as a bright and clear demeanor.

Zhou Tai lightly waved the folding fan in his hand, and said in a somewhat casual manner: "How old is he this year? He looks to be only fifteen or sixteen years old."

"Reporting to Young Master Zhou, this kid is not even sixteen years old." Xiao Wuyong lowered his head and answered humbly.

"This kid, hmm, he's quite interesting." Zhou Tai looked at Yun Fei, who had casually walked down the arena, and said in a low voice.

Xiao Wuyong's heart was beating fast. "Could it be that Zhou Tai has taken a fancy to that kid? If that kid follows Zhou Tai, it will be troublesome. How can Jianren get revenge?"

Two hours later, in the second round of the top ten competition, the fifty contestants continued to draw lots to compete in martial arts.

Yun Fei's opponent was a burly man who was almost two meters tall. He had muscles all over his body and was exceptionally fierce. He was a middle-stage Martial Grand Master and was about 1.9 meters tall. Yun Fei, who was slightly thin, was like a child in front of Yun Fei.

"Kid, you should admit defeat. How can your body be enough for me to punch you?" The burly man said to Yun Fei angrily.

Yun Fei's Qi sunk into his dantian, silently circulating his true essence. He relaxed his waist and lowered his hip. He took a step forward lightly. This was the starting stance of Taiji Fist. He said, "Come, we'll know after we compete."

"Dong, dong..."

The burly man took a heavy step, and like a mountain of flesh, he pushed towards Yun Fei.

After Yun Fei easily dodged the man's punch, he used his waist as the axis and his fist, which was wrapped with true essence, hit the burly man's abdomen with an inch of force.

Yun Fei felt as if he had hit a thick layer of leather. It reminded him of the method he used to practice the Tyrant Body Technique. Yun Fei practiced that method almost every day for more than two hours. He was very familiar with it.

Therefore, he did not care about the Tai Chi technique. He just treated the burly man as a moving pillar. He swung his fists, swung his arms, kicked and kicked. He elbowed his knee and rubbed his body.

The burly man had just been hit in the abdomen by a punch. He didn't expect that the thin and weak Yun Fei would have such great strength.

He was forced to take a step back by the punch. Immediately, he felt pain in his abdomen. He quickly circulated his true essence and formed a true essence armor to protect himself.

As soon as the true essence armor was formed, a storm of attacks came like a storm.

The big man was also fierce. His movement speed was obviously not as fast as Yun Fei's, and he no longer dodged. He took the attack head on, and at the same time, he threw out a fist and sent out a flying kick to counterattack.

Yun Fei had completed the first stage of the Body Metamorphose Scripture, and had also mastered the first stage of the Body Metamorphose Scripture, the Easy Skin. Although he could not use true essence to form armor, his muscles, bones, and flesh were In the face of that burly man's heavy punches and kicks, apart from his face, he didn't even dodge the attacks that landed on his body.

The two of them were like wild farmers who had never practiced martial arts in the arena. They did not talk about any martial arts moves and just kept hitting him.

"Bang, bang..." The sound was incessant.

The people below the arena and in the stands were all stunned by this "wild" fighting style. What was going on? A shrew fighting? A hooligan fighting randomly?