Chapter 471: Seriously injured

At the end of the first round, the most dazzling ones were naturally Lin Shan and Shilong. The others were almost all disciples of some small sects or small families. Although the fighting was fierce, they did not attract attention.
In the second round, it was the turn of the Wudang disciple Song Qiao. The audience stood up and cheered for him. Because Song Qiao was so famous, almost everyone at the scene knew him, and those who didn't.
The reason why Song Qiao's reputation is so great stems from his act three years ago.
He was only seventeen years old. He went down the mountain to practice, met a group of bad guys, sacrificed himself for himself, and rescued more than 100 people at the cost of almost losing their lives.
The local leaders personally presented him with medals and became famous all over the world. Naturally, the more such people, the better.
"Song Bridge, Song Bridge, Song Bridge!"
"Song Qiaohui, Song Qiaohui..."
A little girl couldn't help but missed her mouth, and as a result, countless people all around looked at her.
Song Qiao stepped onto the ring, bends down and salutes everyone around him, very polite.
"This guy is inferior from the outside, he looks like a dog when he is stared at, and it's not too sloppy secretly."
Shi Long looked at Song Qiao with contempt, he knew Song Qiao's character very well.
"It's natural, aren't you sloppy in your own doghouse? Are you so casual when being looked at?"
Xu Jiao didn't care about Song Qiao, she just looked forward to who her first opponent would be.
And Song Qiao's opponent was just a mediocre little sect disciple, and he was not well-known, and I was shocked when I saw his opponent was Song Qiao.
"Hey, luck, how come I met Songqiao in Wudang first."
The elder of the Xiaozong Sect shook his head, without the slightest hope, this trip was considered to be in vain.
"Why the master cares about this? You are here to see the world. If it's a big deal, you should be a tourist."
"Traveling, traveling you big-headed ghost, five years, we have been here for five years."
The several disciples behind Elder Xiaozongmen all bowed their heads. Obviously, the previous competition results were not satisfactory.
The disciple of Xiaozongmen was named Zhang Lei, with a coarse cloth around his head, like a mountain husband.
"Zhang Lei at the Lower Wagang Gate, please enlighten me from Brother Song Qiao."
Zhang Lei directly called Senior Brother Song Qiao, the first is to build friendship, and the second is to hope that the other's men will be merciful and clever.
The people around laughed and talked a lot.
"This one is clever and smart."
"Yeah, I want to make Song Qiao slap his face lightly while trying to make friends."
Song Qiao also showed a faint smile, and said to Zhang Lei: "It's just normal discussions, and peace is the most important thing."
"Yes, yes, peace is the most important thing. My master and his elders have always warned us that peace is the most important thing when we encounter those who can't be beaten, and when we meet those who can't beat them, we will beat the dog."
Zhang Lei realized that he had made a mistake, his face flushed, and his face was embarrassed.
His master blows his beard and stares angrily, covering himself with long sleeves, otherwise he will be drowned by hundreds of thousands of people.
"Haha, this one is funny."
Qiao Mai, who was sitting behind Su Yan, held his girlfriend with a big smile, even Shanshan was also full of smiles.
"Smile, you can't even compare to other people's toes."
Zhou Lun on the side poured cold water on Qiao Mai directly, from head to toe. What he said was also the truth, Qiao Mai was indisputable.
Qiao Mai's face was depressed. Seeing Su Yan's faint smile, he couldn't help learning from his master.
"Just laugh, everyone's hair can kill you."
Su Yan didn't pay attention to Qiao Mai's words, just treated it as another joke.
At the start of the match, Song Qiao was empty-handed, and the opponent had a long sword.
The rules of the game are like this. It is not necessary to like to use weapons. This is not to take advantage. Some practice boxing or palm skills can get in the way with weapons.
Everyone's fighting is mainly internal strength, agility and endurance, and weapons are just a substitute for hands for those who take advantage of it.
Song Qiao stretched out a palm to signal Zhang Lei to take the lead, quite like a hero.
Zhang Lei was not humbly, his face became cold, and he directly used swordsmanship to attack Song Qiao, his power was not weak.
However, his fierce attack did not make Song Qiao stand up, because it was too weak for Song Qiao, and the opponent he wanted to face was not of this kind.
In order to save Zhang Lei's face, Song Qiao still played against him three times, and finally took a light shot to fly him out of the ring, ending the game.
There was a trace of blood in the corner of Zhang Lei's mouth, who fell off the ring. This was just a minor injury. He knew that Song Qiao's men were merciful.
"I'm convinced that I lose."
Zhang Lei slightly arched his hand at Song Qiao, and then returned to the rest area.
"Wudang Songqiao wins!"
Unsurprisingly, the audience in the stands also burst into applause. On the contrary, there were very few shouts.
"Next, the young master Xie Shaotian of the Pilitang will face the disciple Ding Xiadong of the Star School.
"Pilitang, isn't it a school of Shuiqu Linshi?"
"It seems to be true. I heard that the hall master is not weak, and he is about to reach Master Consummation."
"So fierce?"
The other sect elders all changed their colors and shouted unexpectedly.
"This sect is very low-key, but the disciples of this sect are rumored to be cruel and cruel.
"Then it looks good now, the Astral Sect has always been famous for poison."
"Yes, Ding Xiadong is known as the genius of the stars. The hope for the future depends on who is strong and who is weak."
Xie Shaotian slowly stepped onto the ring, with a wicked smile on his face, especially the tattoo on his forehead was even more frightening.
"Who is this person, so scary."
The audience in the stands shrank their necks involuntarily, and Xie Shaotian's hostility was so heavy that they felt a sense of coldness.
And Ding Xiadong of the Astral Sect also stepped onto the ring with a sneer, looking at Xie Shaotian with disdain in his eyes.
"Xie Shaotian, hum, let you roll off the ring within three moves."
Ding Xiadong's words are not empty words, his strength is also the peak of the martial artist's consummation, and it can be said that he is not weaker than the master's early days.
Faced with Ding Xiadong's arrogance, Xie Shaotian smiled even more evilly, and the tattoo on his forehead formed the appearance of a bat.
When the elders of the Pilitang saw Xie Shaotian's appearance, his expression changed, and he hurriedly scolded: "Shaotian, this is just a game."
"I know, I will spare his life."
"Game, start!"
The referee directly announced the start of the game, and both sides were extremely arrogant, and there were not many harsh words.
A green gas appeared in Ding Xiadong's hands, and he apparently performed the stunt of the Astral Sect, which is famous for the Astral Poison Sutra.
Ding Dongxia shot it with one palm, and it was extremely powerful. He said three tricks and let Xie Shaotian roll down the ring.
But with a palm shot, his face changed abruptly, and his whole body was trembling slowly.
Because his palm poison failed to attack Xie Shaotian, instead, he was resisted by the opponent and directly forced into his body.
Everyone in the Astral Sect had changed. Elder Fei stepped forward and fed Ding Dongxia the antidote, otherwise he would die in a moment.
Even so, he was undoubtedly seriously injured, and it would take a long time to heal.
"If I want to kill him, you won't have a chance to send an antidote."
Xie Shaotian restored his evil smile, glanced at the elder of the Astral Sect, and slowly walked off the ring.