Ji Yuan Zong's young master 'Zhuge Yun' eyes lit up and locked onto Teng Qing Shan on the arena.
"Brother, how does this Teng Qing Mountain compare to you?" The girl 'Zhu Geqing' beside him asked softly. Zhu Yunque shook his head, but there was an inexplicable smile on his face: "I don't know... not comparable, not clear. However, his strength is really very strong. At least it has reached the realm of man and gun as one!"
Zhuge Qing looked at Teng Qing Shan on the stage in surprise.
From a young age, her brother Zhuge Yun was the most talented in the entire Guiyuan Sect, and Zhuge Qing also admired her brother. But at this moment... someone of the same age as her brother appeared. And his strength seemed to be no lower than that of her brother.
"Zheng Qing Shan..." Zhuge Qing finally took a serious look at Zheng Qing Shan on the stage.
Get moving!
The whole campus was stirred up!
The cow that fell to the ground, at first seemed to be stunned, originally still saying 'polish polish' to the opponent, who would have thought, was shot by the other side and flew down to the stage. If it were a battle of life and death, the opponent just now could have completely poked a hole in his body with one shot.
Niu stood up and looked at Teng Qing Shan on the stage from afar, shouting loudly: "Good marksmanship! Teng Qing Shan, your marksmanship is ten times better than mine, I'm not unjustly defeated."
Teng Qing Shan on the stage also smiled and slightly nodded his head.
"Niu brother, your marksmanship is still a bit off in terms of control and timing. If you can improve further, it's hard to say who would win or lose today." Teng Qing Shan was not arrogant at all, and in fact, this achievement was not worth being proud of in his heart.
At this time, the middle-aged man in gray robes said loudly: "Teng Qing Shan is the master of the first arena. Others can also choose to challenge him. The hundred-man competition, the nine below the stage, please continue!
Challenge Mount Qingcheng?
"A sixteen-year-old monster! At just sixteen, he defeated the Great Stupid Ox with one move. Challenging him? As if there are many chances to challenge him, as if it's not embarrassing enough?" Wu Man muttered to herself, having already failed once and only having one chance left to challenge again.
Niú Zhǎn's strength was very clear to Wǔ Màn. His strength was no less than hers, and his experience was much deeper.
One move defeats Niu Zhang Baifu?
What kind of strength?
"Monster!"
"Genius!"
Other top martial artists also had such thoughts in their minds, although they couldn't see through the simplicity of Lu Qing's single spear thrust and how it could defeat Niu Zhan. But precisely because they couldn't see through...it means that you and your opponent have a huge gap between each other.
"I'm here!" A loud shout, a man with long hair scattered all over his back, carrying a long sword, jumped onto the stage and challenged another centurion.
The battle of the hundred men continues!
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As the competition progressed, several of the original hundred were defeated one after another. Each of the seventeen had two chances to challenge, making the competition increasingly fierce.
And in the front viewing platform, the four overlords and the lord sat high above, watching.
"This time, the nine top martial artists are quite impressive. They can actually fight evenly with our eight original hundred-man commanders." Zhuge Yuanhong said with a smile, but the four great generals beside him did not have a smile on their faces. The silver-haired old man in black robes snorted and said: "Master, this time it's our Black Armor Army's eight hundred-man commanders who are at a disadvantage, we can see that!"
Because among the nine top martial artists, there were still some who hadn't made a move yet.
"This time, among the nine top martial artists, there are three who are exceptionally powerful!" The large man sitting in the chair, with a physique that seemed to be forged from steel, said in a low voice, "That Gong Yangqing, who was able to make such a name for himself in Xuyang County, is definitely an expert. And as for Teng Qing Shan, although he's only 16 years old... his strength is really impressive. As for the third person, 'Yue Song', he's actually the direct disciple of 'Cangjiang Yijian'! His strength goes without saying!"
"Cang Jiang's number one swordsman, the eldest senior's direct disciple and considered to be his successor. This Yue Song, in terms of 'Cang Jiang Sword Technique', has reached an extremely high level." Another young man said.
"Master, what do you think?" The only female leader among the four great leaders looked at Zhuge Yuanhong.
Zhuge Yuanhong smiled and looked at the stage: "Now, among these three people, Teng Qingshan has already made a move. Gong Yangqing and Yue Song have not made a move."
"But this suddenly emerging Teng Qing Shan really surprised me, his realm is very high. Look at him, on the stage without sorrow or joy, from his debut to defeating Niu Zhan, thousands of people around him were amazed. Teng Qing Shan's emotions didn't change a bit. Just this composure... is truly intimidating, truly intimidating!" Zhuge Yuanhong obviously had great admiration for Teng Qing Shan.
The other four people also couldn't help but be silent.
Indeed...
Thousands of people watching in awe, even a master will naturally produce a hint of pride.
It's common for battles to be calm and peaceful!
Admired and envied by thousands of people, or calm as still water, the heart that has been tempered can truly reach an extremely high level.
"His marksmanship is extremely high." Zhuge Yuanhong praised, "He didn't use dazzling and mysterious shooting techniques. But with just that simple shot, at least, he has reached the realm of unity between man and gun, simplifying complexity!"
"Unity of man and gun? Simplifying complexity?" The four great commanders were all secretly shocked.
They all knew that the master 'Zhuge Yuanhong' was a super strong man listed in the heavenly list! His evaluation would never be fake.
"Senior brother, between Qingyun Mountain and Yue Song, if they were to engage in combat, who would emerge victorious?" The tall and robust man asked.
"Teng Qing Mountain's boundary is high, but I don't know how he got his internal energy secret manual. After all, a master's internal energy is fundamental, and a top-notch secret manual has a great effect. And Teng Qing Mountain is said to be from Yicheng itself. I think... the internal energy secret manual he cultivates is probably an ordinary one. He can have such deep internal energy, probably because he got some spiritual fruit or medicine!" Zhuge Yuanhong said, "If compared with Yun'er, Teng Qing Mountain's shortcoming might be in terms of his internal energy secret manual."
The powerful secret recipe will have a terrible effect.
As in "Journey to the Edge of Heaven", it can greatly increase speed.
The powerful inner strength secret method and gunplay secret manual can instantly increase attack power!
Zhuge Yuanhong's eyes were indeed poisonous, and his inference was also correct. Teng Qingshan had never cultivated any internal energy secret books, and his method of using internal energy was simply the most basic... pouring internal energy into his weapons. The simplest, the most primitive!
"This Yue Song, can get the praise of Wei Laoxiong's one sword on the Cangjiang River. In terms of realm, he has also reached an extremely high level. As for who wins or loses between him and Tong Qing Shan... I don't dare to say directly." Zhuge Yuanhong said with a faint smile.
"Feng Er!" Zhuge Yuanhong looked to his side, the only young man among the four great generals. "These two, Yue Song and Tuo Qing Shan, are not much worse than you. You must be vigilant."
Zang Feng, one of the Four Great Marshals!
The young generation of Guiyuan Sect, the undisputed number one master! Although the young sect master 'Zhuge Yun' is a genius, Zhuge Yun is still too young after all. Zang Feng is already over thirty years old, but the lifespan of internal power masters is very long, and being in his thirties is still considered young.
"Yes, Master." Zang Feng replied uniformly.
"Hmm, it seems that Gong Yang has ascended to the stage." The silver-haired old man in black robes spoke up, and immediately everyone's attention turned towards him.
In this battle of a hundred men, only Gong Yangqing, Teng Qingshan and Yue Song's fight is worth watching.
……
On the stage, Gong Yang Qing held a giant war knife in his hand, his eyes cold and gloomy. His opponent was Xia Shuo!
"I can take three knives from you without being defeated, I'll step down myself!" Gong Yang Qing said calmly.
"You think you can defeat me, Old Xia, with just three moves? Dream on." Xia Shuo stretched out his hand and picked up the black long gun beside him. With a kick of his right foot on the gunstock, his left hand grasped the gunstock, while his right hand held the muzzle, and he simply pushed forward---
Whoosh!
The spearhead flashed across several meters in an instant, stabbing directly at Gong Yang's head.
"Cheers!"
Gong Yang Qing suddenly let out a low shout, his two hands grasping the war knife as he made a sudden vertical slash! The air violently emitted a fierce explosive sound!
"Clang!" "Clang!" "Clang!"
The black-armored soldiers below almost only saw three blurry blood-red knife shadows, and then a long spear directly left Xia Shuo's hand and flew up. And Xia Shuo himself was heavily slapped on the chest by the blade of the war knife.
"Pffft!" Xia Shuo spat out a mouthful of blood as he was sent flying off the stage.
"Good!"
"Good job."
A burst of applause immediately followed, with the seven brothers of Gong Yangqing cheering the loudest, and the other warriors who had entered the temple for assessment also excitedly cheered loudly.
"Anyone who wants to challenge me, come on." Gong Yang Qing said indifferently from the stage, looking down at the crowd below.
Xia Shuo struggled to get up from the ground and looked at his palms, which had already cracked open with blood.
"What a ruthless sword!" Xia Shuo still had lingering fear in his heart.
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"A knife full of murderous intent, fast and ruthless!" Teng Qing Shan also watched this battle on the arena, that three consecutive knives of Gong Yang Qing, Teng Qing Shan saw clearly, "The moves are simple and swift, just right to attack the opponent's weak point. The most valuable is that one stock, fearless and full of murderous intent, atmosphere!"
Teng Qing Shan nodded, the other's knife skills were definitely created in the midst of slaughter.
That flash of the knife was too murderous.
"I really want to try and compare with him." Teng Qing Shan was interested in this male goat.
This old goat is already worth him taking it a bit seriously.
……
As Gong Yang Qing made his move, among the seventeen people competing for the hundred-man commander position, only one person had yet to make a move - the blue-shirted man who had been quietly observing from the sidelines, Yue Song!
"Brother-in-law, who are you preparing to challenge?" At this moment, the young master 'Zhuge Yun' was standing beside Yue Song. Yue Song's physique was tall and majestic, with extremely broad shoulders, a resolute face as if carved by a knife, and his entire person stood there like an immovable mountain.
That Zhuge Qing also looked at Yue Song, this young master who was highly praised by her father 'Zhuge Yuanhong'.
"Gong Yangqing is a master, but... I also have some understanding of his strength. To win against him, I have 80% confidence. But this Teng Qing Shan, I don't know much about him, yet I feel... he should be even more terrifying than Gong Yangqing!" Yue Song's eyes were fixed on Teng Qing Shan in the arena.
Zhuge Yun and Zhuge Qing, brother and sister, were shocked.
"You want to challenge..." Zhuge Yun guessed.
"Teng Qing Shan!" Yue Song's face broke into a smile as he pushed off the ground.
Wow!
In an instant, Yue Song had already arrived on the stage several zhang away.
"Cang Jiang, Yue Song!" Yue Song had a black heavy sword on his back, looking at Teng Qing Shan on the stage.
Teng Qing Shan's eyes lit up and he smiled in response: "Yi Cheng, Teng Qing Shan!"
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