Qin Fengming killed the opponent so decisively, but his young heart also went through a fierce battle. He was originally a kind-hearted mountain village boy who committed murder, but of course he had never experienced it before. But thinking about it, if it weren't for his amazing skills and the hidden weapon given by his senior brother, he would have been killed by the person in front of him. So, he immediately gritted his teeth and cut off the sharp blade in his hand. Although he is a child under twenty years old, his experience is not comparable to that of ordinary children. When he was ten years old, he killed a python one to two feet long by himself. If other children saw this, A python may have trouble even moving its feet. At this time, Qin Fengming, in his young heart, had already realized that the world is dangerous, and one can only treat evil people more evil than them. After taking action to kill Yuan Kejian, Qin Fengming moved and quickly walked around where the three of them were, and struck another sword on each of them, completely killing the three of them. After everything was done, Qin Fengming suddenly collapsed on the stone ground. At this time, he was just a child, and he killed four people with a passion. However, after that, the huge fear of killing for the first time still frightened him to the extreme. After staying there for two hours, Qin Fengming regained his normal state slightly. He moved the bodies of the four people to a secret place and covered them with gravel. It turned out that the object that shot the first man was the small jade sword given by his second senior brother Lu Xuan. Seeing this, Qin Fengming felt extremely grateful to the two senior brothers. If it hadn't been for the hidden weapon given by the eldest brother, he would have definitely been the one who died here today. When he saw the bamboo tube around Yuan Kejian's waist, a trace of fear appeared in his heart.
Recalling Yuan Kejian's expressions and movements at that time, Qin Fengming suddenly woke up. At that time, Yuan Kejian must have begged for mercy to confuse him, and then he was waiting for an opportunity to kill himself with this hidden weapon. Thinking of this, Qin Fengming couldn't help but reflect deeply... Qin Fengming didn't return to his residence until ten minutes past noon. After freshening up for a while, he went to the dining area and planned to eat some food. Qin Fengming was not too worried about the killing of the four Yuan Kejian people. There were too many people in the same sect, and people often got lost for no reason. There are many high mountains and deep valleys in the Luoxia Valley. It is extremely common for someone to fall off a cliff. Naturally, no one went to look for it carefully. This matter will definitely come to an end in the end. Just as Qin Fengming was eating with a steamed bun in hand, he suddenly heard the conversation between two Luoxia Valley disciples behind him: "I heard that Senior Brother Lin has been working very hard during this period, and his Fuhu Stick Technique has reached the fifth level. There will be no surprises in successfully entering the Elite Hall in next year's competition." "That's not necessarily true. Several other capable people are not mediocre either. Although they failed in the competition the year before last, their strength must have greatly increased after three years of training. It's not necessarily true that other disciples will emerge from the sky. If you want to Winning in a competition is not an easy task.” Dabi? Elite Hall? These two words fell into Qin Fengming's ears, and he was immediately shocked. He had already heard about the Elite Hall, but he still hadn't figured out the details. When he turned around, he saw that the two people speaking behind him were between fifteen and sixteen years old. They must have been selected disciples from previous years. So he bowed and said respectfully: "Two senior brothers, excuse me. I have something to ask you two senior brothers. I wonder if you can tell me something?" The two of them looked up at Qin Fengming. Seeing that he was only twelve or thirteen years old, he knew he was a new disciple. His face couldn't help showing a trace of displeasure, and he said lightly: "I don't know what you want to ask. If it's not too much trouble, we can explain it to you." Seeing the expressions of the two of them, Qin Fengming didn't take it seriously and bowed again: "No trouble, I just want to ask the two senior brothers what the big competition they just mentioned was about?" "It turns out that you don't understand this matter. It's excusable. The teachers will tell you in detail during the competition next year. Since you ask now, we can tell you some things in advance." Upon hearing Qin Fengming's question, the two people's originally displeased expressions immediately changed, and one of them even spoke slightly excitedly. "Speaking of the Grand Competition of our sect, it is a major event related to all the disciples who are trained in Bailian Hall. The Grand Competition means that the disciples of Bailian Hall compete every three years. The top twenty people can enter the Elite Hall. Continue to practice, you must know that the Elite Hall is the essence of our sect." "During the competition, if you perform well and are favored by a hall master or elder, and join his disciple directly, it will be a step to the sky. But this competition does not require you new disciples to participate. You can only wait until three You can only participate in the next competition after the next year.” The two complemented each other and narrated the Dabi event in great detail. Although it was just a few words, Qin Fengming already understood everything.
"Thank you two senior brothers for your guidance. I wish both senior brothers can gain something from this competition and successfully enter the elite hall." Upon hearing Qin Fengming's compliments, the two of them looked hopeful and waved away slightly. Qin Fengming, who returned to his residence, was no longer calm. Since the battle with Yuan Kejian and the other three, he has already understood his own strength. As long as he practices hard for another year, his strength will undoubtedly be greatly improved. By then, even if you can't compare with your fellow disciples who have been in it for eight or nine years, it shouldn't be difficult to defeat the disciples who have been in it for five or six years. Thinking of this, Qin Fengming couldn't help but feel excited. Early the next morning, before dawn, Qin Fengming went straight to Baizhang Cliff. He has already made up his mind to beg his master to let him participate in the competition held next year. However, for several days in a row, the master was not seen at Baizhang Cliff. Even the master's wife and senior sister Zhang Ruotong were nowhere to be found, which made Qin Fengming greatly puzzled. As a last resort, Qin Fengming had to put down the competition and devote himself wholeheartedly to martial arts training. For more than ten days in a row, although there were four fewer disciples in the room, no one else living with him felt anything strange. In fact, all the children wished that someone would disappear, so that there would be one less person to compete with. On this day, Duan Meng suddenly came to Qin Fengming's room and handed him a letter with a happy face. When Qin Fengming saw it, he was immediately overjoyed. Without asking, he knew it was undoubtedly his eldest brother's letter. Because no one else in the family could read, they took the letter, opened it hurriedly, and studied it carefully. After a long time, Qin Fengming carefully put the letter away, with a look of joy on his face. The eldest brother told him in the letter that the thirty taels of silver he sent to his family had been received, and that his parents, grandparents were all well, and told him to take care of himself, practice martial arts with peace of mind, and not to think about his family. Qin Fengming, who was sitting beside the bed, unconsciously flew back to the small mountain village where he had lived for ten years and met his grandparents, father, mother... A month later, Qin Fengming finally met his master who had been away for a long time. After kneeling on the ground and kowtowing to say hello, Qin Fengming hurriedly told his master in detail about his plan to participate in the competition next year. After listening to Qin Fengming's words and looking at him for a long time, Hall Master Zhang pondered for a moment and said: "Feng Ming, at your age, it is not impossible to participate in next year's competition. It's just that your foundation is still shallow and your strength is slightly insufficient compared to other participating disciples. If you insist on participating, your ranking will not be too high." Although Zhang Li likes Qin Fengming very much, he is a young disciple who has only practiced martial arts for one or two years. Compared with those disciples who have practiced martial arts for five or six years, the gap can be imagined. "Master, please rest assured. This disciple is participating in the competition and does not intend to enter the top twenty. He just wants to increase his actual combat experience. I hope that master can agree to it." This book was first published on 17K Novel Network, so you can read the original content immediately!
