Immortal emperor reborn mixed city

At the end of the first round, the most dazzling ones were naturally Lin Shan and Shi Long. The others were almost all disciples from small sects or small aristocratic families. Although the fight was fierce, they did not attract attention.

In the second round, it was the turn of Song Qiao, the great disciple of Wudang. The whole audience stood up and cheered for him. Because Song Qiao was so famous, almost everyone present knew him, and those who didn't knew him were also cheered.

The reason why Song Qiao's reputation is so great stems from an action he made three years ago.

He was only seventeen years old at the time. He went down the mountain to exercise, encountered a group of bad guys, sacrificed himself, and rescued more than a hundred people at the cost of almost losing his life.

The local leaders personally awarded him medals, making him famous all over the world. Naturally, the more people like this, the better.

"Song Bridge, Song Bridge, Song Bridge!"

"Song Qiaohui, Song Qiaohui..."

A little girl couldn't help but let something slip, and as a result, countless people around her looked at her.

Song Qiao stepped onto the ring, bowed and saluted everyone around him, very politely.

"This guy is not what he looks like on the outside. He looks like a dog when others stare at him. Not to mention how sloppy he is secretly."

Shi Long looked at Song Qiao with contempt, he knew Song Qiao's character very well.

"This is natural. Aren't you casually sloppy in your own kennel? Are you also so casual when others look at you?"

Xu Jiao didn't care about Song Qiao, she just looked forward to who her first opponent would be.

Song Qiao's opponent was just a mediocre disciple of a small sect who was not well-known. When he saw that his opponent was Song Qiao, he was shocked.

"Hey, what a bad luck. Why did I meet Wudang's Song Qiao in the first round?"

The elder of the small sect shook his head, not having any hope, this trip was in vain.

"Master, why should you care about this? The reason for coming here is to see the world. At most, it's just a tourist trip."

"Travel, travel you big-headed idiot, it's been five years. We've been here for five years."

Several disciples behind the elder of the small sect lowered their heads, obviously their previous competition results were also unsatisfactory.

The participating disciple of the small sect is named Zhang Lei, with a coarse cloth wrapped around his head, like a mountain man.

"Zhang Lei at Xiawa Gangmen, please ask Senior Brother Song Qiao for advice."

Zhang Lei directly called Senior Brother Song Qiao. The first was to build friendship, and the second was to hope that the other party would be merciful and smart.

People all around laughed and talked a lot.

"This Lei has a very clever mind."

"Yeah, I want Song Qiao to slap him gently in the face while trying to make friends."

Song Qiao also showed a faint smile and said to Zhang Lei: "It's just a normal discussion, peace is the most important thing."

"That's right, peace is the most important thing. My master has always warned us that peace is the most important thing when we encounter those who cannot be beaten, and we should beat up the drowned dogs when we encounter those who can be beaten."

Zhang Lei realized his slip of the tongue, his face immediately turned red, and he looked embarrassed.

His master was so angry that he blew his beard and glared, and used his long sleeves to cover himself, otherwise he would be drowned by the saliva of hundreds of thousands of people.

"Haha, this Lei is so funny."

Qiu Mai, who was sitting behind Su Yan, was hugging his girlfriend with a big smile on his face. Even Shan Shan was also smiling.

"You're just laughing, you can't even compare to other people's toes when you go up there."

Zhou Lun on the side poured a basin of cold water on Qiu Mai, chilling him from head to toe. What he said was true, and Qiu Mai couldn't argue with it.

Qiu Mai's face was full of depression. Seeing Su Yan's faint smile, he couldn't help but imitate his master.

"If you laugh your ass off, a hair on your head could kill you."

Su Yan didn't take Qiu Mai's words to heart and just regarded them as another joke.

The match between the two sides started, Song Qiao was empty-handed, and the opponent had a long sword.

The rules of the competition are like this, and it is okay to use weapons if you like. This is not an advantage. Some people practice boxing or palm skills, but using weapons will get in the way.

What everyone is fighting for is mainly internal strength, agility and endurance. For those who have the advantage, weapons are just a substitute for hands.

Song Qiao stretched out a palm to signal Zhang Lei to take action first, showing a heroic demeanor.

Zhang Lei did not give in, his face turned cold, and he directly used his sword skills to attack Song Qiao, the power was not weak.

However, his fierce attack did not make Song Qiao prepare for it, because it was too weak for Song Qiao, and the opponent he wanted to face was not such a thing.

In order to save some face for Zhang Lei, Song Qiao still exchanged three moves with him. Finally, he slapped him lightly and flew out of the ring, ending the game.

There was a trace of blood at the corner of Zhang Lei's mouth after falling off the ring. This was just a minor injury. He knew Song Qiao was merciful.

"I am convinced that I will lose."

Zhang Lei slightly arched his hands towards Song Qiao, and then returned to the rest area.

"Wudang Songqiao wins!"

As expected, the audience in the stands also burst into warm applause, but on the contrary there were very few shouts.

"Next, the young master of Perak Hall, Xie Shaotian, will face off against the disciple of Xingxiu Sect, Ding Xiadong."

"Perak Hall, isn't it just a sect in Shuiqulinshi?"

"It seems so. I heard that the hall master is not weak and is about to reach master perfection."

"So fierce?"

The elders of other sects all changed their faces and exclaimed that they were surprised.

"This sect is very low-key, but it is rumored that the disciples of this sect are cruel and ruthless. If they don't take action, they will kill people."

"That looks good now. The Xingxiu Sect has always been famous for its poison."

"Yes, Ding Xiadong is known as the genius of Xingxu and the hope of the future. Let's see who is stronger and who is weaker."

Xie Shaotian slowly walked onto the ring with an evil smile on his face, especially the tattoo on his forehead which was even more frightening.

"Who is this person? He's so scary."

The audience in the stands shrank involuntarily. Xie Shaotian's anger was so strong that they felt a sense of coldness.

Ding Xiadong from the Xingxiu Sect also walked onto the ring with a sneer on his face, looking at Xie Shaotian with disdain in his eyes.

"Xie Shaotian, huh, I'll have you rolling off the ring within three moves."

Ding Xiadong's words are not empty words. His strength is also at the peak of martial arts perfection. It can be said that he is no weaker than the master in his early stage.

Faced with Ding Xiadong's arrogance, Xie Shaotian's evil smile became even bigger, and the tattoo on his forehead formed the shape of a bat.

When the elders of Perak Hall saw Xie Shaotian looking like this, their expressions changed and they hurriedly scolded: "Shaotian, this is just a competition."

"I know, I will spare his life."

"Game on!"

The referee directly announced the start of the game. Both sides were extremely arrogant and did not say much.

A stream of green gas emerged from Ding Xiadong's hands. Apparently, he performed the unique skill that the Xingxiu Sect is famous for - the Xingxiu Poison Sutra.

Ding Dongxia struck out with one palm, which was extremely powerful. He had said that he would make Xie Shaotian roll off the ring in three moves, and he would certainly do it.

But with a palm strike, his expression suddenly changed and his whole body began to tremble slowly.

Because his palm poison failed to attack Xie Shaotian, but was blocked by the other party and forced directly into his body.

Everyone in the Xingxiu Sect changed. The elder flew forward and fed Ding Dongxia the antidote, otherwise he would die in a moment.

Even so, he was undoubtedly seriously injured, and it would probably take a long time for him to recover.

"If I wanted to kill him, you wouldn't have the chance to deliver the antidote."

Xie Shaotian regained his evil smile, glanced at the elders of the Xingxiu Sect, and slowly walked off the ring.