I am bound by the sect

Chapter 210 Not a Coincidence
Although the conflict between Qing Lingzong and Tiangang Sect cannot be said to have been resolved, at least there will be no more trouble between the two sides.

The competition can finally start normally.

Ye Qing prepared a generous statement about this competition, and he was not in the mood to say it at the moment. After coughing twice to moisten his throat, he said loudly: "Ye Mou, please tell me about the rules of this competition first. Eight of our sects participated in the martial arts competition, and 240 elite disciples played against each other. There were three rounds of competitions in total. It’s recorded on the slip, all right, all disciples, please line up and get your jade slip.”

The 240 participating disciples consciously lined up in a long line. Soon, everyone received their own jade slips. In the jade slips, basic information such as the opponent's sect, name, and portrait were recorded.

"After reading the Jade Slips, everyone already knows who their opponent is. A reminder, during the competition, those who are knocked down, those who are forced out of Fuyuntai, and those who take the initiative to admit defeat will all lose. I won't be polite."

When all the disciples heard the words, they all said yes. After all, boxing techniques have no eyes, and it is common to hurt people, so they acquiesced to hurting people in the competition.

Ji Zhigang, who was on the edge of the Fuyun Terrace, twitched his mouth slightly, showing a sneer, and looked at the disciples of the Qing Lingzong.

The thirty disciples of the Qing Lingzong, after reading their own jade slips, realized that the opponents they picked were all from the Tiangang Sect, but the disciples of the Qing Lingzong did not show any surprise, and even more is excited.

Seeing their excitement, those Tiangang sect disciples ridiculed in their hearts: "If you let you be proud for a while, you should cry after a while, and the new and old grudges will be counted on you."

It is definitely not a coincidence that all the disciples of the Qingling Sect are fighting against the disciples of the Tiangang Sect, but Kun Shengzong deliberately did it. The conflict between the Tiangang Sect and the Qingling Sect, let the two of them resolve it in the competition. By the way, Qingling Is Zong as powerful as the outside rumors say?

If 240 participating disciples compete one-on-one, there will be 120 competitions in the first round.

The first round was a confrontation between a bald man from the Xuanji sect and a petite woman from the Shenyi sect. In the first dozens of rounds, the bald man forced the petite woman to retreat steadily, but later, the petite woman was stimulated to a certain potential , defeated the bald man with one blow, and the petite girl was qualified to enter the second round of competition.

The second game was Lie Yang Zong vs. Kun Sheng Zong. In the end, Kun Sheng Zong won. The third game was the Jingxu Party Baqi Zong. In the end, the Jingxu School won.

In the fourth game, the Tiangang faction appeared on the field as a young man with inch hair. The young man had a strong figure, carried a long knife on his back, and jumped to the center of the field, while the Qing Lingzong appeared on the field. The girl in the ring, this girl has a beautiful face, her temperament is dusty, and her slender figure floats in front of the inch-haired boy.

"Miss Qiu, the fists and feet have no eyes. I may hurt you later, or I may touch you. Both of these situations are extremely unfavorable to you. You should obediently admit defeat." The inch-haired boy looked up and down. Looking at the beautiful woman, he revealed a playful smile and said.

"You can try it if you have the ability." Qingli woman said slowly with a blank expression on her face.

"Hmph, I don't like to bully women, it's better for you to come out first"

Before the inch-haired boy could finish speaking, suddenly, the elegant woman waved the ring in her hand, and a circle of light radiated from the ring, like a halo, with runes flowing and intertwined, cutting towards the inch-haired boy.

Facing the Qingli woman's attack without any warning, the young-haired boy's expression suddenly became embarrassing. After taking a deep breath, he stretched out one hand, and the long knife on his back flew out of its scabbard with a clang, and was caught tightly by the young-haired boy. He held it tightly in his hand, exuding the light of the knife, and slashed hard.

There was a clang sound, the sound of metal clashing, and the flames splashed everywhere. The two fought back for the first time, and they were shocked at the same time.

But the short-haired boy had cold sweat on his forehead, his face was red, his mouth was stinging, and the arm holding the knife was trembling slightly. It seemed that the energy and blood in his body had become unstable.

On the other hand, the beautiful woman didn't change her face or her heart beat, she was just pushed back, and she didn't feel any discomfort.

The disciples of the Qingling Sect, whether in terms of physical body or Qi and blood, are incomparable to other disciples.

The inch-haired boy felt that his face was dull. Gritting his teeth, he raised the long knife again and swung it suddenly. A burst of cold knife energy spurted out and went straight towards the beautiful woman.

The Qingli woman lightly raised her hand, and with a bang, the saber air changed direction, and with a bang, the saber air hit the stone floor of Fuyuntai.

The next moment, the beautiful woman waved the ring, and with bursts of brilliance, she came to the inch-haired boy without anyone noticing, and pressed the ring to the inch-haired boy's neck.

From the time when the beautiful woman resisted the sword aura, to when she pressed the halo-like ring on the neck of the young haired boy, this series of movements was completed in an instant, which caught people off guard.

"I give up, I give up." The inch-haired man's eyes widened, looking at the beautiful woman's cold look, he said tremblingly. Little did he know that the inch-haired boy's clothes had been soaked with sweat, and he pattered on the stone ground. He looked embarrassed. If he didn't admit defeat in time, a big bloody hole might appear on his neck.

"Concession." The Qingli woman put away the ring, turned around, jumped, and flew to the viewing area. After saluting Fang Ming, she stood behind without saying a word.

Gritting his teeth, the man with inch hair returned to the edge of the Fuyun Terrace, and saluted Ji Zhigang with a face of shame.

The Tiangang party lost the first battle of the Qing Lingzong. Ji Zhigang was really upset and couldn't hold back his face.

But this was only the first competition, and there were 29 more competitions to come. The other sects were only surprised, not shocked, when they saw Qing Lingzong win.

Everyone in the Tiangang faction made up their minds that they would never let the Qing Lingzong take advantage of the next competition.

In the sixth competition, a woman from the Tiangang Sect came on the stage. The woman had a charming face, a graceful figure, and was exuding a strange fragrance. The one from the Qingling Sect was a fat young man who looked like a meat ball. .

"You're so fat and you're not afraid of stuffing yourself to death?" As soon as this charming woman came on the stage, she looked like she couldn't stand the meatball boy and said sarcastically.

"I can't hold it to death, but I might crush you to death, hahahahaha." The meatball boy covered his mouth and laughed.

"Arrogant, shameless!" Hearing this, the coquettish woman raised her hand, and a yellow glow flew out from her sleeve.

(End of this chapter)