Chapter 42: Rounds of Competition
"Ah! If she wants to take off her clothes, then let her. Anyway, it's ourselves and the Xiangxi Teng Clan who are losing face. Why should we be afraid of her?" After learning the reason why Wu Chan retreated, Lin Fangda lamented: "What happened just now wouldn't be a threat to any other man, but why is it that a top master like Wu Chan... Alas! It's really unfair that he lost!"

Liu Xunyi comforted him, "Master Wuchan is a Buddhist disciple after all, and he should stay away from women. What's more, he met a woman who is so scheming. Master Wuchan is young and inexperienced, so he naturally doesn't know how to deal with her. Therefore, he didn't lose to Teng Qin'er, but to himself. But I have to say that this time Teng Qin'er saw through Master Wuchan's weakness and hit him with one blow. The strategy she used was indeed very clever!"

"Strategy?" Hearing Liu Xunyi's words, Lin Fangda was stunned. Seeing this, Liu Xunyi immediately reacted. The word "strategy" was often used by him when he was doing business in Tianji Pavilion, but few people in the martial arts world said it, and usually only words like "conspiracy" and "trickery" were used. Before Lin Fangda could think about it, Liu Xunyi quickly changed the subject and said, "Master Wuchan admitted defeat, and the situation has become more complicated."

Lin Fangda nodded heavily, looked at Teng Qiner on the stage, sighed again, and muttered: "It's a pity, such a great master like Wuchan lost the chance to compete for the map..."

Compared to the serious looks of Luo Tianjin and others, Lu Tingxiang secretly breathed a sigh of relief. As long as there was no nearly invincible master like Wu Chan among their opponents, their chances of winning were still very high.

After a moment, Lu Tingxiang stood up, bowed to Teng Qiner and said with a smile: "Miss Teng is brave and resourceful, I admire you!"

"Mr. Lu, you are too kind!" Teng Qiner smiled at Lu Tingxiang. When the two looked at each other, Lu Tingxiang couldn't help but flash a hint of admiration in his eyes, which made Bai Shuang's face change slightly, and when he looked at Teng Qiner, a hint of displeasure appeared in his eyes. Obviously, Bai Shuang was jealous of Teng Qiner.

"Now that the winner has been decided, who would like to come on stage and learn from Miss Teng's skills?" Lu Tingxiang asked loudly.

"I'll give it a try!"

Before Lu Tingxiang finished speaking, Zheng Songren suddenly flew out and landed on the stage in the blink of an eye.

"I am Zheng Songren from Wudang, please give me some advice, Miss Teng!" Zheng Songren looked gentle and refined, his speech was clear and generous, and his posture was tall and handsome, which made him worthy of the title of Wudang's eldest disciple.

"Just now a little monk left, and now a little Taoist priest has come." Teng Qin'er wanted to repeat the same trick and said with a smile, "But the little monk is too shy, while you are much more generous."

Zheng Songren smiled slightly and said loudly: "Miss Teng's move is useless to me, please make your move!" After that, Zheng Songren did not wait for Teng Qiner to say anything else, and had already drawn the sword in his hand.

"Humph! You are such a stinking Taoist priest who doesn't understand romance. I want to see what you can do."

Teng Qiner shouted and suddenly waved her hand forward. In an instant, a dense mass of black dots rushed towards Zheng Songren like a storm. Zheng Songren frowned and swung the long sword in his hand rapidly in front of him. With the subtle sound of "ding ding dang dang", black dots fell to the ground one after another.

It was not until this moment that everyone saw clearly that these black spots were not ordinary hidden weapons, but flying insects.

These flying insects are extremely poisonous. When Zheng Songren's sword swept across them, the bloodstains left on the sword edge were dark brown and emitted a faint foul odor that made people nauseous.

"Don't worry, I will give you the antidote after I defeat you! Haha..."

Teng Qiner laughed and turned around suddenly, and slapped Zheng Songren's waist in the air. Zheng Songren subconsciously swung his sword to block, but he didn't feel the strong palm wind at all. Just as he hesitated, he felt something warm and cool going into his clothes through the gap.

Zheng Songren was startled, and then his left hand stretched out like lightning, pinching out the cool poisonous insect hidden in his waist. It turned out to be a scorpion with an almost transparent color. It must be said that Zheng Songren's move was very fast. Before the scorpion stung his finger, Zheng Songren had already crushed the scorpion into pieces, and immediately a thick white substance covered his fingers.

"Damn Taoist priest, you have to compensate me for my poisonous scorpion!"

Seeing the scorpion being crushed to death, Teng Qin'er was immediately furious and slammed Zheng Songren's face with her palm. Three feet away from Zheng Songren, a green snake with fangs bared suddenly emerged from Teng Qin'er's sleeve. Zheng Songren turned his hand and swung his sword without thinking, and before the green snake touched him, he had already cut it into several pieces in mid-air.

"you……"

Seeing the green snake die, Teng Qiner became even more angry, and was so angry that she couldn't speak for a while. Zheng Songren sneered and said, "Miss Teng, I advise you not to release poisonous insects anymore, otherwise I will kill one if one comes. It's not easy for you to raise them, and I'm afraid you will feel bad."

"Nonsense!" Teng Qin'er let out a delicate cry, then pulled out a long whip from her waist and whipped it in the air with a "snap" sound. Then the whip tip turned sharply and rushed straight towards Zheng Songren's sword. In an instant, the long sword and the long whip were intertwined. The two jumped up at the same time and fought in close combat in mid-air. After three or five rounds, Zheng Songren knocked Teng Qin'er away with a palm and flew back quickly.

The two men separated to the left and right, but the long whip and the long sword were entangled together and difficult to separate. Finally, the two men retreated to the edge of the ring. Zheng Songren held the sword with one hand, pulling the long whip tightly wrapped around the sword, while Teng Qiner held the other end of the long whip with both hands and refused to let go.

Since Teng Qin'er was far less powerful than Zheng Songren, she had to lean back desperately, using all her strength to resist Zheng Songren's pull. Zheng Songren saw that Teng Qin'er's delicate features were all ferocious at this moment, her face flushed, and her body leaned back more and more. He couldn't help but raise a sly smile at the corner of his mouth and said, "Miss Teng, thank you for letting me!"

"What did you say……"

Before Teng Qin'er, who was full of surprise, could ask what was going on, Zheng Songren suddenly pulled the sword into his arms. In an instant, a huge force came through the long whip, pulling Teng Qin'er forward. Teng Qin'er immediately exerted all her strength to lean back, and at this moment, Zheng Songren's arm, which was originally exerting force, suddenly loosened, and his five fingers also loosened the hilt. Teng Qin'er, who lost the pulling force in an instant, lost her balance. With a scream, she fell backwards from the ring due to inertia and fell to the ground in a mess.

As Teng Qin'er landed, Zheng Songren quickly stepped forward to catch up with his sword that was carried away by the whip. With a flip of his wrist, the sword immediately broke free from the whip. Zheng Songren put away his sword and stood with a smile on his face, looking like he had won easily. "Miss Teng, thank you for letting me win!" Zheng Songren smiled and bowed to the indignant Teng Qin'er under the ring.

"You killed my poisonous scorpion and green snake, I won't forgive you!" Teng Qin'er complained and was about to jump back onto the ring, but Teng Cang suddenly stopped her and said, "You must accept the loss. Girl, stop making trouble and come back!"

After hearing Teng Cang's words and turning to look at the people around her, Teng Qin'er had to give up the idea of ​​revenge. She glared at Zheng Songren fiercely and retreated from the martial arts field in anger.

"Brother Zheng, you have great kung fu!" Lu Tingxiang praised, and then turned to look at the crowd and asked, "Who would like to come up on stage and compete with Brother Zheng next?"

"I come!"

Qin Er stood up with a sneer, shook the Hidden Ghost Sword in his hand, and stepped into the martial arts arena. Every step he took was full of power, and he wished he could shake the entire martial arts arena.

Qin Er walked faster and faster, and finally leaped up from seven or eight meters away from the ring, and jumped onto the ring in one step. When his feet landed on the ring, the two legs of the large table under his feet were immediately broken, and the whole ring began to shake.

"The three heroes of the Qin family. I have heard that the Second Master Qin's Hidden Ghost Sword is ever-changing and unpredictable. Today, I, Zheng, dare to learn from it!" Zheng Songren greeted.

"Stop talking nonsense. Wudang swordsmanship is quite exquisite. I also want to see if it is as amazing as the legend says." Qin Er's temperament is similar to Qin Da and Qin San. They are all fiery. However, although the three Qin brothers all have hot tempers, they are also different. Qin Da is fierce but has some scheming, Qin San is cruel but has the most straightforward temperament, and Qin Er is ruthless but has a sinister nature.

"That's offending!"

Zheng Songren did not dare to underestimate Qin Er, and rushed forward with a swing of his long sword, dancing a series of dazzling sword flowers in the air, and with a series of crisscrossing sword energy, he rushed straight towards Qin Er. He actually used a killing move right at the beginning, and his momentum was completely different from when he fought with Teng Qin'er just now.

"Well done!"

Qin Er shouted loudly, leaped up, and rushed towards the sword energy in the sky, waving the Hidden Ghost Knife. The sound of the blade like the howling of ghosts and wolves suddenly resounded between heaven and earth. The looming shadow of the knife collided head-on with the sword energy in the sky, making bursts of sound like muffled thunder.

"What great martial arts!" Seeing this, Liu Xunyi couldn't help but sigh, "Qin Er and Zheng Songren's martial arts are equal. Qin Er's sword is as fierce as a tiger, and Zheng Songren's sword is as swift as a dragon. It's really a match made in heaven. It's hard to tell who will win in the end."

The two men fought, and in the blink of an eye they had already gone over fifty rounds. Everyone watching on the sidelines praised and cheered. Compared to the previous few farces of the disparity in strength, this one could be called truly exciting.

The Qin family's vigorous and powerful swordsmanship almost filled the entire arena, while Zheng Songren's Wudang swordsmanship was as agile as a snake, moving freely in the gaps between Qin Er's blades. The two of them dodged and flew up and down. The nine large tables were now torn apart by the sword wind and sword energy, and only two or three tables were left to remain on the field. However, Qin Er and Zheng Songren became more and more courageous, and had a great time fighting.

"In terms of the subtlety of his moves, Zheng Songren is one step ahead of Qin Er!" Luo Tianjin said faintly, "But in the end, he will be defeated by Qin Er."

"Why is that?" Luo Ningyu asked in confusion, "Since Zheng Songren's martial arts skills are better, why did he lose to Qin Er?"

"Experience!" Deng Changchuan continued, "The Hexi Qin family has been wandering around Hexi for many years. They have experienced the Liao and Jin wars, and later made a living under the noses of the Mongols. They have been on the brink of life and death for many years, and have experienced wars and blood and fire. So in terms of fighting experience, everyone in the Qin family is a good fighter, while the relatively comfortable disciples of the six major sects... are naturally inferior!"

Sure enough, not long after Luo Tianjin and Deng Changchuan finished speaking, Zheng Songren, who had fought for more than a hundred rounds, obviously began to feel timid. On the other hand, Qin Er fought more and more fiercely without fear of life and death, and his Hidden Ghost Sword became more and more impenetrable.

"Keng! Keng Keng!"

Accompanied by a series of crisp sounds of swords colliding, Zheng Songren originally wanted to stop the sparring to a certain extent, but he did not expect to run into a madman like Qin Er who was ruthless in his moves. Therefore, he could not help but feel worried when responding, and accidentally revealed a flaw. His sword moves slowed down, and Qin Er seized the opportunity to launch a fierce attack. Zheng Songren's sword moves became more and more chaotic, and in a moment he was forced to retreat by Qin Er. In order to protect himself, Zheng Songren had to fall to the ground and admit defeat.

At this moment, the martial arts arena was in a mess, with broken pieces of table wood everywhere, and Zheng Songren stood in the mess, sweating profusely, looking at Qin Er with horror at the ferocious face on the table. At this moment, the big table Qin Er was standing on had only three legs left, and the table was covered with sword marks, which showed that the fight between the two of them must have been very dangerous.

"Mr. Qin's swordsmanship is extremely powerful. I admire him!" Zheng Songren bowed to Qin Er with lingering fear.

"Thank you!" Qin Er seemed to be still immersed in the fierce fight just now, and his tone sounded very sinister. Then he looked at the direction of Qingcheng Sect, pointed the steel knife in his hand at the disciples of Qingcheng Sect, and said coldly, "I don't want to fight with those women of Emei Sect. The two gold and silver envoys of Qingcheng Sect, Qin Su asked about your names, but I don't know if it's just a false reputation. I wonder who dares to come on stage and fight me in the next round?"

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(End of this chapter)