Zhong Wuyue was naturally dissatisfied and smashed Ji Ming's head with a heavy elbow. At this time, Ji Ming shook his head and gently pressed Zhong Wuyue's elbow. Then he pushed Zhong Wuyue to the edge of the martial arts platform, grabbed Zhong Wuyue's right wrist with one hand, and gently dragged Zhong Wuyue around Zhong Wuyue's waist with the other hand, sending Zhong Wuyue out of the martial arts platform.

Zhong Wuyue gritted her teeth, and Chimang whip hard, pointing at Ji Ming on the stage and rushing up, "You!"

Ji Ming also smiled slightly, "Miss Wuyue, I've given up!"

The rules of competition are that as long as you land with your feet, you will lose. Now, one person stands on the competition stage and the other person is off the stage, and the other person is right.

"Ji Ming won, his ranking remains unchanged!" At this time, Li Xiao also announced the result of the game. After the announcement, Li Xiao also looked at Zhong Wuyue, "Miss Wuyue, do you still have to continue challenging?"

Zhong Wuyue stomped her feet hard, then glared at Li Xiao again, "What can I compare, I won't play anymore!"

This result was beyond the expectations of several people on the stage. For Zhongli, this was nothing. He just wanted to make sure that the first place would not fall into his family. As for the rest, he didn't care. At this time, Wang Qiming also had a smile on his face. Although he looked like he was watching the show, after all, the Zhong family lost this game, but his face showed envy, "Mr. Marquis, congratulations. I think Ji Ming is a good seedling for martial arts. Congratulations!"

Zhongli nodded, "Well, it's really good, I just don't know if he is willing to join my Zhong family?" Zhongli also frowned. He was naturally moved by such talents, but it is also possible that such a person's vision will not be limited to Gucheng.

Seeing Zhong Wuyue losing, Le'er also clenched her fists and smiled happily, "Young Master, that girl is indeed not Ji Ming's opponent, but Ji Ming is also a character. She can reach the peak level of warriors at a young age, and without the help of others."

Zhong Wuhen also slowly opened his eyes and hooked his fingers at Le'er. Le'er also lowered his body in confusion. Zhong Wuhen knocked on Le'er's forehead.

Le'er covered her head, "Young Master, why did you punish me? Le'er did nothing wrong."

Zhong Wuhen also shook his head, "No matter what, they are my relatives, so you should not be so rude in the future."

Le'er stuck out her tongue, "Oh!"

At this time, Mo Qingxia also smiled and said, "Young Master, in your opinion, are there anyone else who can defeat this dark horse?"

Le'er also nodded and asked, "Yes, yes, young master, just talk, the eldest young master doesn't count."

Zhong Wuhen smiled faintly, "Don't worry, just wait and see. This dark horse is so dark!"

Next, Zhong Wuhu started his own challenge. The goal he chose was Ji Ming. After all, except Ji Ming, the ones in the front line are all from the Zhong family. It is not appropriate for him to challenge any of them, so he can only challenge Ji Ming. However, Zhong Wuhu also understood that he should not be an opponent. After all, he is at the same level as his younger sister Zhong Wuyue. The younger sister retreats so quickly, and he has little chance of winning. The only thing he hopes is not to lose so quickly.

Sure enough, after thirty moves, Zhong Wuhu gradually fell into a disadvantage. Logically speaking, the two of them had the same cultivation level, which should be comparable, but in fact they were much worse. The difference was in the experience of the enemy and the proficiency of combat skills. Although Zhong Wuhen mastered several combat skills, his proficiency was not high, so he fell into a disadvantage.

During the forty-two moves, Zhong Wuhu knew that he was not an opponent and was unwilling to waste his kung fu. He hit him with one palm, and the fists and palms were connected. Zhong Wuhu retreated repeatedly and finally stopped at the edge of the competition platform. Zhong Wuhu raised his hand, "I admit defeat, you are very strong, I lost this battle."

A stone caused a thousand waves, and Zhong Wuhu also lost, which means that Ji Ming has firmly ranked in the top three and has firmly grasped a reward in his hands. However, it is the first, second or third, which depends on the next challenge.

Next, it was Zhong Wudao's turn. Zhong Wudao's goal to challenge was also Ji Ming, because he knew that he was definitely not Zhong Wuqi's opponent. If he chose Ji Ming, there might be some chance. Zhong Wudao carried a long sword and jumped up, looked at Ji Ming, and then slowly said: "You have fought several battles one after another. I'll give you a quarter of an hour to adjust your breathing. We will fight fairly."

Ji Ming smiled faintly, "No need, just draw your sword!"

Zhong Wudao sneered, "If you want me to draw a sword, you have to show the strength that can allow me to draw a sword."

In the stands, Zhongli also had a hint of surprise in his eyes. He glanced at his second brother on his left, "Second brother, this child Wudao is pretty good. It seems that he is about to break through to the realm of a martial artist, right?"

Zhong Huo also smiled and said, "Brother is keen, but this child is really hardworking. He is one step away from being inferior to the level of a martial artist."

Zhong Wudao and Zhong Wuqi are the same age as Zhong Wuqi, but they are only a few months younger. They have reached the level of martial arts at such a grade. In the realm of Gucheng, they are already a genius. Zhongli also slapped the handrail and stood up, "Okay, I'm worthy of being a good man in my Zhong family. If I get the reward this time, Wudao may be able to break through to the level of martial arts soon. It's great."

Wang Qiming next to him immediately smiled and said, "Then congratulate the marquis."

At this time, Zhongli also noticed a thin boy beside Wang Qiming, "Master Wang, who is this boy?"

Listening to Zhongli's words, the young man also turned his head and bowed slightly, "Marty, my name is Wang Chenfei. I have been practicing at the Iron Sword Sect for the past two years and have only been back recently, so I have never had the chance to meet with the Marty."

Listening to the boy's words, Zhongli also raised his eyebrows, "Iron Sword Gate? Is it the Iron Sword Gate located in Fenglin County?"

The boy also nodded, "That's right!"

Zhongli also smiled and said, "So that's it. It turns out that it's from the masters of the sect. This kind of martial arts competition makes you laugh." Although he said this, Zhongli was also a little disdainful. In fact, the specifications of the sect are similar to those of Tianfeng National Academy, but small sects like this are more targeted. For example, the Iron Sword Sect, the entire sect will not exceed 100 people from top to bottom. They only practice swords. The strongest one among the sects is a Martial King.

Of course, there are still a few sects like this in Tianfeng Kingdom, but only warriors who have reached the level of Martial King will allow them to open the sect to accept disciples. However, most Martial Kings are more willing to pursue the way of cultivation, so how can they be distracted to accept disciples? Therefore, there are not many such sects.

Just as they were talking, the battle between Zhong Wudao and Ji Ming had already reached a fever pitch. Both sides fought back and forth, and they were facing each other. The two of them took three steps at the same time. Zhong Wudao stretched out his hand and pulled out the sword from behind, standing with the sword, "Take my move, fall wind slash!" For a moment, the true energy in Zhong Wudao's body gushed out wildly, and this true energy actually vaguely mobilized the wind element in the air. At this time, Ji Ming also felt a breeze blowing on his face.

Ji Ming's expression also became serious. He formed seals with both hands. After three consecutive changes, he slowly pushed out with one hand. A golden palm mark that was concentrated to the extreme was pushed out. The palm print was much weaker than Zhong Wudao's sword, but the highly concentrated true energy had a faint dangerous aura.

"Explode!" Ji Ming shouted softly, and then a huge sonic boom sound came out. It was the sound of energy collision, and both of them had to avoid it. The palm shattered Zhong Wudao's sword energy. While it exploded, the aftermath released injured Zhong Wudao.

Compared to Zhong Wudao's injuries, Ji Ming's injuries were light, but the loss of true energy was a bit serious. Zhong Wudao also sighed, "Forget it, there is no need to continue fighting like this. It's a fundamental reason. Moreover, I just need a Blood Yuan Fruit, I admit defeat!"

Ji Ming nodded, "I've given up!"

After Zhong Wudao jumped down, Li Xiao also announced, "Ji Ming won the victory, will you still challenge him next?" At this time, Li Xiao also looked at Ji Ming, "If you choose to challenge Master Wuxue, you will have half an hour of rest. If you give up the challenge, you will be the second place in this competition."

Listening to Li Xiao's words, Zhong Wuxu also looked at Ji Ming, but there was no trace of fighting spirit in his eyes. Although Ji Ming was very good, he was no match for him. After all, it was impossible to understand how big the gap between a martial artist and a warrior was not achieved before reaching a martial artist.

Ji Ming also took a few breaths, and then said, "I admit defeat!"

Hearing those three words, Zhongli also smiled and stood up from the stage, "Okay, since that's the case, the competition will come to an end. Your rewards will be distributed to you one by one within the next three days. Next is the selection of the Godly Warriors. If you are interested in participating, you can stay for the selection."

At this moment, Wang Chenfei stood up, "Marty, can you wait for a while?"

Zhongli also frowned and looked at Wang Chenfei, "What do you want to say in a nephew?"

Wang Chenfei smiled faintly, "We ran from afar and watched a lot of exciting battles. Chenfei was also a little itchy and wanted to find someone to compete. I wonder if the Marquis could give him the next chance?"

Zhongli also smiled and said, "Since my nephew has such a request, I naturally cannot refuse as the host. But I don't know what kind of battle I want to engage in. With the strength of my nephew, few of the younger generations in our Zhong family can fight you, right?"

Wang Chenfei also smiled, "That's better than this. How about free challenges? But it's not interesting to challenge like this. I'll give you a lottery. If someone can win from me, then what if I give you a thousand gold coins?"

Listening to Wang Chenfei's words, Zhongli also understood that this was clearly a blatant slap in the face. "It seems that the nephew is very confident. Since that's the case, I'll play with the nephew. Everyone present can challenge my children of the Zhong family. If they win, they will also be rewarded with one thousand gold coins."
Chapter completed!