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Chapter 313: One after another (Collect and add more)
"clap clap"

A round of applause broke out, and it was Tie Kuangshi, the host of this martial arts competition, who was the first to applaud. At the same time, he used his internal energy to shout, "I declare that contestant Yan Rushuang of the T-ring has qualified!"

Then Yan Rushuang walked down from the stage and stood aside alone with her eyes closed to rest.

In the center of the judges' booth, Taoist Feiyun's eyes seemed to flash with a gleam of brilliance. He chuckled and said, "Yan Rushuang? Interesting. She looks a bit like that person. No, it should be him, the master of both swords and knives. Haha, Xujie, keep an eye on her."

The young man behind him nodded, but there seemed to be some disdain in his eyes, and he looked at him again, revealing a hint of greed.

Taoist Feiyun seemed to have noticed it, and immediately snorted and said, "It's urgent!"

The young man nodded and calmed down.

Li Xian returned to his father in a state of embarrassment, expecting a scolding. Unexpectedly, he was greeted with a smile from his stern father, who simply nodded and said, "Not bad."

Li Xian said in disbelief, "But didn't I lose?"

His father simply smiled and said, "Fight to the fullest, as long as you don't tarnish the reputation of our Li family, that's all that matters. As a father, can't I tell whether you've given it your all?"

Li Xian then chuckled and then watched the other people as a spectator.

Yan Rushuang's victory seemed to be a signal, and soon after, one contestant after another qualified.

"Contestant Zhikong has qualified for the Wu-shaped arena!"

"Drunken monk, Zhikong is your disciple?"

Hong San suddenly asked the old monk beside him.

The old monk stroked his long white eyebrows, chanted a Buddhist name, and whispered, "Wine and meat pass through my intestines, but the Buddha resides in my heart. Whether I eat wine or not is not the main point. Whether you say it or not is not my concern. However, he is indeed my nephew, and his Infinite Stone-Smashing Hand was taught to me with all my heart. He is considered to have inherited my true teachings."

"The Infinite Stele-Smashing Hand?" Hong San muttered to himself, then stretched out his hand and looked at his palm, as if he was talking to himself, or as if he was sighing subconsciously after recalling something.

"Iron Arhat wasn't called that for nothing! I remember my arm was once broken by a kind-looking old monk like you."

The old monk with fluttering white eyebrows twitched at the sound, then burst into laughter and said, "You also broke my left leg in that fight, leaving me bedridden for two months. So we're even now, right, you philandering beggar?"

"you!!!"

"You said it first. We're not allowed to mention our old nicknames when we talk. And you bumped into me. I, the Iron Arhat, am definitely better than a playboy beggar like you!"

"Pfft."

It was not until a clear laugh was heard that the tense atmosphere between the two men disappeared. They touched the back of their heads embarrassedly, and then restored their demeanor as masters. However, in Li Ming's eyes, their image had completely collapsed.

"Dad, what's your nickname?" the old scholar's daughter suddenly asked.

The old scholar quickly changed the subject and pointed in another direction, saying, "Look, that's the old beggar's apprentice. He's qualified!" "Contestant Guo Jin has qualified for the B-level competition!"

"Not bad, not bad. You have used the Green Dragon Palm with true skills. It's very good!" The old monk smiled.

Hong San frowned and said, "It was a long time ago. He was just lucky. There weren't many masters on this boat, so he was lucky enough to advance."

But after saying this, he couldn't help laughing, and at the same time looked at the Poison King Ouyang Feng, because the last game was a duel between Guo Jin and Ouyang Ke. It was a pity that Guo Jin won in the end because of a lack of effort.

It was rare for Hong San to be able to defeat him, so he was naturally very happy, and there was a hint of provocation in his eyes.

But the Poison King just snorted coldly and said nothing more, as if he had suffered the insult for nothing.

Then Li Ming's gaze shifted to another place and he saw a familiar face. He was a little surprised, so he closed his eyes slightly, and a glimmer of light seemed to flash across his eyes. However, the people around him were all looking at the arena, so no one noticed.

But in the direction Li Ming was looking, two people were fighting on the stage. One of them was Wang Dong, one of the two beauties of Sanhe. Wang Dong's long sword was shaking like silver flowers, and his moves were dangerous. However, the person he was facing was unarmed and used the Five Forms Fist.

This boxing style is nothing special, it is just widely circulated. However, the way he uses it is a bit surprising. Every move he makes is powerful and forceful. A simple boxing style seems to burst with vitality in his hands. The five forms and phases of tiger, leopard, snake, crane and dragon are constantly flowing, and it seems to have transformed decay into magical effects, and he actually has the upper hand.

Judging from this boxing style alone, he actually has some of the aura of a master. In other words, his attainments in boxing and martial arts are far superior to Wang Dong's, and he relies on this common boxing style to suppress Wang Dong.

Moreover, he has a long-lasting aura and does not seem tired even after fighting several rounds. In fact, he becomes more courageous as the battle goes on, which shows that he has a solid foundation.

Of course, if it were just this, Li Ming would not have used his spiritual eyes to observe. However, when he saw this man, Li Ming immediately realized that he was the servant he noticed in Guyue Tower that day.

Of course, Li Ming didn't have any spiritual eyes to see aura at that time, he just had an intuition in his heart that this person was a little extraordinary. When they met again now, he was able to tie with Wang Dong, or even beat Wang Dong, which showed that this person was extraordinary, so he also wanted to see what was going on.

Looking at him at this moment, he saw a thick and pure green light on his head, which was a sign of his profound achievements, solid foundation, and cultivation reaching the third level of acquired realm. It was obvious that he was hiding his abilities at the moment, otherwise he would have surpassed Wang Dong and obtained a qualifying spot.

Of course, this was not the point that Li Ming wanted to see, but he saw that there seemed to be a cocoon hidden in the green light, and he didn't know what was pregnant. Just by taking a look, Li Ming felt a palpitation.

It was at this glance that Fang Yuan on the stage suddenly felt something was wrong, and broke out in a cold sweat for no reason. Facing Wang Dong, he was at ease and didn't even need to reveal his third level of acquired cultivation. It was definitely not possible that Wang Dong was putting pressure on him.

But this feeling came and went quickly. Fang Yuan didn't know where it came from for a moment. He just kept it in his heart. At the same time, he exerted force under his palm. With a surge of true power, he suddenly passed Wang Dong's sword and slapped him in the chest. Wang Dong retreated repeatedly, a trace of unwillingness flashed across his face, but he had to lower his head and said, "I lost."

Fang Yuan bowed and smiled and said, "Thank you very much!"

"Fang Yuan has qualified for the Renzi Arena!"

Li Ming looked at this man and thought to himself, "He must have good luck. To have cultivated such profound skills in just a few months, he must have had some great luck. Wang Dong's loss was not unfair. But I didn't expect that Wang Dong seemed to have some luck on him, and why did it point to me?"

ps: On the surface there is only one chapter, but in fact there are secretly more chapters.

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