Chapter 1469    Watch the battle

"Senior Brother He, have you left a hand?"

Fan Chong's expression was very wonderful, especially his small eyes, which were narrowed into a slit.

"Hey, guess."

He Sheng replied.

Fan Chong curled his lips and waved his hand: "Forget it, I may not win the championship anyway. If I really win the championship, I don't feel wronged to lose to you."

“Is that true?

Then do you think, who has the same hope of winning the championship like you?"

He Sheng asked.

"Who else can it be? Ye Changjiang is one, and the other is Du Qinglin."

“Don’t know.”

He Sheng replied.

“What do you don’t know?

They are the disciples of the deputy leader of Tianhu and Tianbao. This time, we three will definitely make the top three!"

He Sheng looked surprised: "No, right?

So confident?”

"You don't understand. We three are disciples of the deputy sect leader at least. They are just a fight between disciples under the age of forty. If we don't even enter the top three, do you think our master will let us go?"

Fan Chong replied.

He Sheng nodded thoughtfully: "Yes, after all, he is a disciple of the deputy sect leader. If he doesn't have some strength, he is really sorry for this name."

"What about you?

As a disciple of the sect leader, if you lose, you will not be able to raise your head in Damenshan Sect in the future.”

Fan Chong asked.

"I just have a false reputation."

He Sheng replied quickly.

Fan Chong sighed, his face full of helplessness, as if he had experienced many vicissitudes: "Hey, to be honest, if I really want me to win the championship and fight you, I really don't dare to beat you."

"Don't dare?"

"I dare to do it!"

Fan Chong replied: "If I force you to win, my master will kill me!"

Hearing this, He Sheng looked at Tianlang, who was the deputy sect leader, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Yes, if anyone beats me, wouldn’t he be slapping his master in the face?

These three disciples of the deputy sect leader cannot be so ignorant.

Fan Chong is still in his thirties, so he has to call himself a senior brother?

In an instant, He Sheng was full of confidence.

"Anyway, I think so. As for what Ye Changjiang and Du Qinglin and others think, I don't know. Anyway, the deputy leader of Tianhu and Tianbao have both strange tempers. Only those with the surname Ye and Du are more proud.

If I am not against them, then you will be blessed."

He Sheng didn't say anything, and his heart seemed to be thinking about something.

After a while, a man named Ye Changjiang walked onto the sword test platform.

And his opponent is a fifth-level celestial phenomenon.

He Sheng discovered that the strongest disciple under the age of 40 seems to be level 5, and no one can break through to level 6.

In other words, most people are of equal strength, and when they compete, they are competing with each other, which is stronger and who is weaker.

Of course, it is also very important to compete at the beginning of the competition.

Ye Changjiang held two swords in his hand, and the sword was very short, only about ten inches.

Logically speaking, short swords are very difficult to practice, because they must be fast, ruthless and accurate in making the knife, and the requirements for strength and speed are extremely high.

However, the two swords in Ye Changjiang's hand were so fast that they could not even see the shadow of the sword. The most important thing was that every sword he had unexpectedly attacked.

It was obviously a slash, but he could become the top pick if he suddenly changed his moves.

Before, when the disciples fought, He Sheng only saw that he was at a disadvantage, but Ye Changjiang's two swords cut through the opponent's clothes in less than two minutes after the move.

"Hey, Senior Brother Ye's double swords are really a problem. If I match this broken stick, I probably won't have any chance of winning."

"One inch long and one inch stronger. Your stick is longer than two swords. If you use it skillfully, he may not even touch your clothes."

He Sheng replied.

Fan Chong smiled bitterly: "His two swords were made of Tiantien. My wooden stick must be protected by powerful cultivation to avoid being cut off by his two swords. But if you lose your mind for a moment, then my wooden stick will have to be broken."

"It's right that one inch long and one inch stronger, unless you encounter someone who uses a spear."

Fan Chong said.

He Sheng's expression froze and a strange look appeared on his face.

Fan Chong reminded him.

"Junior Brother Fan, this Junior Brother Ye, how many of the top ten martial arts he knows?"

He Sheng asked Fan Chong.

"All his skills are in the top ten, and there are only five skills in total."

Fan Chong replied.

He Sheng's expression became very strange.

Soon, Ye Changjiang used the exercises, but He Sheng could see that when fighting with the disciples in front of him, he did not seem to want to use the exercises, but he was helpless that the other party's exercises were not weak.

The two martial arts collided with each other. Ye Changjiang actually hid one martial art under the first martial arts. The two martial arts were used at the same time, and the underestimation was instantly defeated.

"I'm going, it seems I can't beat it."

Fan Chong was so excited that he stood up.

He Sheng looked surprised: "What do you say?"

“What do you say?

Can you use both skills at the same time?”

Fan Chong asked.

He Sheng curled his lips and seemed to be thinking about something.

What Fan Chong said, he really seems to have never tried it.

"People who can use two skills at the same time have already reached an extremely terrifying level of control over the skills. Anyway, I have tried many things and can't do it at all."

Fan Chong spoke.

He Sheng thought for a moment, his expression seemed to be thinking about something.

From the first time I used my skills, I have never used two skills at the same time.

At most, it is just the next moment when you use other exercises, and then use the Dongxuan Finger.

Moreover, He Sheng can indeed feel the proficiency of using the exercises.

It is obvious that Ye Changjiang won this game.

The next few games ended very quickly, and when Du Qinglin fought, He Sheng also watched it very carefully.

As Fan Chong said, Du Qinglin was also quite strong. Although the sword in his hand was not as good as He He, he was even more fancy than He He He Used Sword.

It even gives people a pleasing feeling.

The top ten disciples have already made their mark, and the next competition is to rank these ten disciples.

Such a competition is actually a competition between disciples, and they cannot achieve the effect of fighting desperately.

He Sheng fought with others many times, and he knew very well that some people might not be strong, but if they were in the juncture of life and death, they could burst out with extremely terrifying potential.

Therefore, the outcome of this sword test only proves the external level gap between disciples at most.

If you really want to die, no one will die, and no one will survive.

"I won't talk to you anymore, I'll fight the next one."

Fan Chong stood up, held his wooden stick, and quickly walked towards the middle of the sword test platform.

He Sheng looked at the people beside him, and everyone closed their eyes and rested without opening their eyes to watch the fight on the field.

Wrapped by the breath of the nine fifth-level celestial phenomena, He Sheng felt the pressure doubled, so he also imitated the nine people sitting cross-legged on the ground and quietly watched Fan Chong confront the opponent.

The fight began soon, Fan Chong became more serious this time, and what made He Sheng speechless was that this guy was about to knock on the other party’s head as soon as he came up and held the wooden stick.

After being blocked by the other party with a knife, Fan Chong directly used the technique.

It feels like a sneak attack.
Chapter completed!