The competition was held as scheduled the next day, and Lu Bing became the most eye-catching figure in the audience, and his arrival suddenly made the entire competition feel a little more meaningless.

However, the Bai family was very welcome to him. Lu Bing came to watch the battle, which was a very honor for the Bai family, but they did not know Lu Bing’s true intention.

The first competition was Zhao Yuan against Zuo Yuming, which was also what Zuo Yuming strongly requested.

Bai Mofan also thought about it carefully before agreeing. Originally, they were more happy to see Tang Qingyun and Zhao Yuan's fight, and no matter which side wins, it will have some impact on the next day's competition.

However, if Zuo Yuming could eliminate Zhao Yuan, it would have made everyone less worried. After all, this person’s origin is unknown and his kung fu is a bit mysterious.

After getting on stage, Zuo Yuming bowed and said, "I have long been well-known for Brother Yang's name. It is a great honor to be able to compete with Brother Yang today!"

Zhao Yuan returned the courtesy and said, "Brother Zuo, please, please!"

However, he had no weapons in his hands.

Zuo Yuming said in confusion: "Brother Zhao doesn't use weapons?"

In the information, this person is good at using swords, but he does not have any weapons in his hand now.

Zhao Yuan said: "My master is proud of his skill in picking flowers, so I will use the picking flowers to fight with Brother Zuo first!"

Zuo Yuming smiled and said, "Since Brother Zhao said that, I can learn about Senior Xiaoyaozi's finger-picking is also good, so be careful!"

After saying that, his body shook and he called him with a fan.

Zuo Yuming's famous weapon is the fan in his hand. The fan bones are made of fine iron. Ordinary swords are difficult to damage at all. The fan surface is made of cold silk, which is invincible with water and fire, extremely tough, and the edges are extremely sharp, better than the blade.

Zuo Yuming's internal strength is the family-born cold jade skill. This skill is as cold as ice, and only the fan of the cold silk can withstand this extraordinary coldness.

Therefore, when he fanned, Zhao Yuan suddenly felt a chill coming to his face, making people feel like they were in a cold winter in an instant.

And when looking at his fan, the fan surface was as smooth as a mirror, and he could see reflection vaguely, but there was already a layer of thin ice on the surface of the fan. At this moment, the fan was still used to fan the air and beauties, but like a bright ice skate.

The fan came quickly and quickly, and Zhao Yuan didn't dodge. He twisted his arm and pointed his finger at Zuo Yuming's acupoint on his hand.

"good!"

Zuo Yuming shouted in a low voice, with his fan retracted and his palm slapped out.

Zhao Yuan won with a casual palm.

"Bang!"

The two of them collided with their palms, and a muffled sound suddenly came from the air.

The two of them took three or four steps back to stabilize their bodies. In order to test, both sides only used five success powers.

Zhao Yuan suddenly felt a chill that broke in directly along the meridians, and his arm seemed to be frozen instantly, and he quickly drove his internal force to drive away the chill.

On the other hand, Zuo Yuming almost felt a powerful internal force flowing upward along his meridians. Unlike other internal forces, this internal force vaguely carries a faint breath of surrender.

In this competition, the internal strength of each other is comparable.

Zuo Yuming didn't expect that Zhao Yuan's internal strength was comparable to him. He had been famous in the world for a long time, and he only appeared six months ago.

At this moment, Zuo Yuming was very excited to win, and he slapped his palm again, but this palm did not hide any internal strength.

There was a faint sound of wind and thunder among the applause.

Zhao Yuan did not hesitate and also greeted him with one palm.

"boom!"

The two pairs of palms hit each other, like a drought thunder suddenly appeared on the flat ground.

A stream of energy burst out instantly with the intersecting palms of the two of them, like a whirlwind blew up from the ground.

Both of them used all their strength to this palm.

The two of them took five or six steps back before stopping. Almost at the same time, they stepped on the ground, and the thick stone bricks on the ground were shattered and the gravel splashed everywhere. When the dust dissipated, a pit suddenly appeared under their feet.

Even if the two of them tried their best, their internal strength was even equal.

Zuo Yuming was a little surprised. He never expected that the unknown inner power of Yang Kai in front of him could already compete with him, and he was incompatible with each other.

The most important point is that my kung fu has reached a bottleneck at this moment and it will be difficult to make a breakthrough for a while. However, the opponent's domineering internal strength seems to have a long room for growth. It only takes time to completely surpass myself.

He couldn't figure out his internal strength, and he didn't know where he came from.

Zuo Yuming suddenly felt a sense of crisis in his heart. He was known as the young master of the martial arts world and the best among the young generation in the martial arts world. If he was defeated by this person today, then where would he have his own foothold in the world? Then wouldn’t the Zuo family become a joke among the people in the world from now on?

Even if I win today, according to the current signs, this person may not be able to easily surpass him. Then, if I fight with him in the future, what chances do I have to win?

Zuo Yuming suddenly felt a little scared in his heart, and as the fear deepened, a burst of murderous intent surged in his heart.

He waved the fan in his hand and hit him again, but this time he showed no mercy. The fan in his hand also attacked Zhao Yuan's vital point, looking murderous.

Tang Qingyun on the stage frowned and moved his hand gently, and a hidden weapon had been buckled between his fingers.

Bai Mofan and Bai Qiyun also saw that Zuo Yuming had an intent to kill him. At this moment, they wanted Zuo Yuming to kill him, which would help the Bai family a lot of help.

Liu Zhiqing couldn't help but lift her hand slightly, looking at the intertwined figures in the field nervously.

On the field, Zhao Yuan and Zuo Yuming had their moves back and forth, and they had already fought dozens of moves in an instant...

Zuo Yuming didn't have the slightest intention of restricting sales at this moment. The fan in his hand attacked Zhao Yuan with no mercy!

"Puchi!"

Zhao Yuan's clothes on his arm had already cut a hole. If he hadn't been avoided quickly, his arm would have been ruined.

Zhao Yuan was shocked, glanced at the hole in his arm and said, "Brother Zuo, your kung fu is really good!"

Zuo Yuming shook the fan in his hand and said, "Then Brother Zhao must be careful!"

Zhao Yuan said: "Since that's the case, then Brother Zuo must be careful!"

Zhao Yuan is not a blind man. Zuo Yuming's moves are always in line with his own key points. How could he just stop to the point? He just wants to kill himself. The key is that he doesn't know why after thinking about it.

But if someone wants to kill himself, he can't bring his neck and hands on him.

While speaking, Zhao Yuan reached out and pressed his hand and waved it!

Zuo Yuming, who was waving a fan at Zhao Yuan, felt a flash of cold light in front of him, and quickly abandoned his move and retreated. He looked at him and found that Zhao Yuan was holding a bright long sword in his hand, with a hint of green on his body.

In an instant, Zhao Yuan's momentum completely changed.

When he used the finger of picking flowers, he also had the temperament of a Confucian scholar like Xiaoyaozi, and his every move was a little chic. When he used the Eighteen Blood Eagle Styles of the Blood Eagle, his whole person was like a beast, full of ferociousness. When he used the sword, he had a momentum of dying on the battlefield and looking at death as if he was home. When he used the Shui Sword, his whole person was as sharp as the edge and as weak as water.

An invisible force spread around Zhao Yuan.

"Brother Zuo! Be careful!"

Zhao Yuan reminded again, stabbing the Shui Sword in his hand with a sword.

Zuo Yuming waved his fan and blocked it with a tingling sound. The fan hit the sword body. He also saw some extraordinary sword in Zhao Yuan's hand, but he didn't dare to use his fan to touch the sword blade easily, especially when both sides had equal internal strength.

I originally thought I could sweep the sword open, but then the tip of the sword bent and stabbed directly.

Zuo Yuming was shocked, leaned back, and narrowly avoided the sword.

However, once Zhao Yuan's sword technique is used, it is continuous like flowing water, and there is a little more sharpness in the sword technique than before.

Since one night when he saw Xie Yunlou using the same sword technique, Zhao Yuan has been thinking about what his sword technique is missing compared to his sword technique.

The moves are the same, the weapons are the same, and the teaching of your own Kung Fu is also one of the four masters.

But even if it is a master, there is a difference in using the same swordsmanship. Even if it is a small gap, it is extremely obvious.

I practice this sword technique every day in private, but not to mention the similarity of spirit, even my shape is different.

Before we knew it, the scene of the sword demon Xie Yunlou using this set of sword techniques was engraved in Zhao Yuan's mind.

In fact, Zhao Yuan himself didn't know that his sword technique was close to Xie Yunlou's original sword technique. The difference was that when the murderous intention was revealed, the water turned into ice!
Chapter completed!