Zong Jingyuan's defeat means that only Zhang Wenhua is left among the non-military academy contestants.

But his current situation is also very bad.

Facing the Northwest Army's Wu Feng Qingcang, a powerful opponent who had been defeated by Nie Shaoxuan last time and was now making a comeback, he had a very difficult time dealing with it.

What Feng Qingcang cultivated was the North Desert Wild Sand Sword unique to the Northwest Army.

Compared to other Northwest martial arts students, his sword moves are obviously much more expressive, as if this skill was created specifically for him.

As soon as they met, Zhang Wenhua felt that he was facing a piece of wild sand, and it was so continuous that it was hard to guard against.

Not only that, every time Feng Qingcang swung his sword, there was a look of desolation and desolation, as if he was in a vast desert. He felt sincerely tired and dead from body to heart, and even had the urge to give up directly.

Fortunately, at this moment, a crisp sword sound pulled Zhang Wenhua out of the abyss he was sinking into.

With his eyes clear again, he looked at Feng Qingcang in horror. He really didn't expect that the opponent's seemingly ordinary attack contained such a breathtaking power of ghosts and gods.

If he hadn't developed his sword heart early on, he would have found the opponent's way.

"Oh? He actually broke free. It seems he needs to work harder." Although Feng Qingcang was a little surprised, he was more confident that he had everything under control.

I saw his rough and huge knife-holding palm swiping violently. In an instant, the field was like a violent typhoon, and the broad sword swept forward fiercely with an invisible wind as sharp as sharp spikes.

Zhang Wenhua's pressure increased greatly.

"If you don't go out, you won't know how big the world is. Master, I'm afraid I will disappoint you this time. However! As a member of the Meishan Sect, I should have the pride of Meishan. I will never bow down."

Zhang Wenhua, with determination in his eyes, stood straight and straight like a sword.

Facing Feng Qingcang's ferocious offensive, he burst out with the intention of a sword that shot straight into the sky. He transformed his body into a sword, erupted with a bright sword light and stabbed straight away without giving in.

The Meishan Sect has been famous for its swordsmanship since ancient times, and Zhang Wenhua, the most talented disciple, has a deep understanding of it at a young age.

It can be said that among all the good swordsmen in the North and South Competition, his swordsmanship is the most outstanding.

At this moment, the full force of the explosion without sparing any effort was able to crush Feng Qingcang to death in an instant.

Bang bang bang bang bang.

Ten moves, twenty moves, thirty moves

After nearly half a hundred moves, this battle between dragon and tiger finally came to an end.

The long sword touched the ground and he was half-kneeling on the ground. Zhang Wenhua, who was seriously injured, still kept his back straight no matter what.

On the other side, Feng Qingcang, who had several more sword wounds on his body than at first, didn't seem too concerned about it. Even if the northwest man's obviously burly body was dripping with blood, he still looked tough.

The final outcome is obvious.

The top four of the North-South Competition were thus born.

Chen Jing, Shang Qingmei, Nie Shaoxuan, Feng Qingcang.

All four of them are top-notch military cadets.

Two are from Jiangnan Military Academy, one is from Imperial Military Academy, and one is from Northwest Military Academy.

This also proves that your uncle is your uncle after all.

Like the protagonist in some novels, the idea of ​​rising up from a small local power and finally winning the championship is just a temporary fantasy.

Inside an antique house among the famous mountains.

In front of an old TV, the gray-haired leader of the Meishan Sect was not as disappointed as he imagined when he saw his disciple's defeat.

This old guy like him is very clear about the truth that there are people outside the world.

Zhang Wenhua was very happy to achieve his current results. If this disciple really won the final championship, it would not be a surprise to him.

The Imperial Military Academy, Jiangnan Military Academy, etc., naturally didn't care at all about shooting the first bird, but for him, a small Meishan sect, an ordinary non-governmental organization, it was somewhat unbearable.

This is not the world of martial arts novels. The Meishan sect cannot even make decisions in the nearby Meishan City, let alone other places.

Head Zhang, who has a lot of experience in his life, can imagine that the exploration of various forces will invade.

Fortunately, this didn't happen.

So it’s good to make a fortune silently!

"It's not a big deal that this guy Wenhua has been in Meishan all the time. It seems like he needs to go out more often. After all, experience and knowledge are also indispensable things in martial arts practice."

As he was thinking about this, Head Zhang suddenly answered the phone.

"Master! Master! Big bang, big bang! The registration team for our sect's martial arts class has already lined up at the gate. We are seriously short of manpower. Come and help!"

In an instant, the eyes of Zhang Zhang, who was looking like a teacher, were filled with the sound of money, as if he had suddenly returned to the world. After shouting "OK" several times with a red face, he excitedly walked outside at a speed that was not suitable for his age.

Run away wildly.

After the four games, today's schedule comes to an end.

Tomorrow, the finals will be held.

As usual, everyone at Jiangnan Military Academy returned early to the five-star hotel where they had stayed for many days.

Although except for Chen Jing and Shang Qingmei, everyone else's tasks have ended early.

But no one said anything about going out for fun.

After all, when everyone is proud and prosperous, everyone suffers, and they are not in the mood at all.

Although everyone can't help much, the only thing they can do is try not to affect these two people.

For this reason, they usually practice in their own rooms instead of in a dedicated practice room.

Just to not disturb these two people.

"Hey, have you noticed that Chen Jing and Shang Qing have strange eyebrows after coming back these days?"

Li Ziyi and Ye Teng were holding each other's shoulders and suddenly whispered.

The two of them were also dark horses who came out of the school trials, and their abilities were almost the same. They got along quite well during this period.

"Yes? No."

Ye Teng thought for a while, but didn't seem to find anything.

However, gossip has always been human nature, especially when the target this time is Chen Jing, who is the most powerful among the people, and the equally powerful iceberg goddess Shang Qingmei, which naturally makes him very interested.

Looking at his friend's expectant eyes, Li Ziyi looked around and whispered:

"I discovered that Chen Jing and Shang Qingmei were often in the same house during this period. I don't know what they were doing."

"What can I do? Just practice." Ye Teng said with great disappointment.

When Li Ziyi heard this, he immediately raised his voice and said: "Does practice need to be in a small room? You don't know how many practice rooms we rent. And the two of them are together in the middle of the night. Do you think so?

no problem?"

Ye Teng's eyes lit up, and an inexplicable smile immediately appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Indeed! Could it be that they are here?"

Li Ziyi had the same expression on his face and said, "How about we go take a look at it tonight?"

"good"

Before he could say the word "ah", Ye Teng's expression changed and he suddenly stopped.

The same goes for Li Ziyi, because he felt a chill since then.

Ta-ta-ta.

Shang Qingmei, who was wearing a pair of high combat boots that tightly wrapped his proud long legs, came from behind with a cold look on his face.

She didn't hear what Li Ziyi and Li Ziyi were talking about, and had no intention of knowing.

After looking at the inexplicably nervous faces of the two with a hint of confusion, Shang Qingmei nodded slightly and said hello, then passed by the two of them.

"Otherwise, let's forget it."

After the tall and perfect back gradually faded away, Li Ziyi, who was the first to propose the idea, subconsciously wiped the cold sweat from his head and said.

No matter how beautiful Shang Qingmei is, the fact that she beat Hong Qianzhong to pieces with a pair of delicate fists was so shocking that they still can't forget it.

Ye Teng also had the same idea.
Chapter completed!