Chapter 51 Martial Nervous

Qin Bing nodded with a smile and immediately waved to Yang Qi in front of him, with Xiaobai, and then the three of them flew directly in the direction of the sword platform.

The Donglin where Qin Bing lives is still a long distance away from the Jiantai. Along the way, Qin Bing also saw many disciples who were rushing there. Most of these disciples are mainly from the Jindan period, including many disciples of the Yuanying period.

And on the sword platform, a huge stone platform has long been surrounded by disciples of Tianjianmen. It is dark, and noise and anger can be faintly heard from the crowd.

And as the distance approached, the sound on the sword platform became clearer and clearer.

"What, can't you Tianjianmen afford to lose? Or do you want to bully more and less?" A strong voice came from the crowd.

Hearing this sound, Qin Bing couldn't help frowning slightly. As the saying goes, he listened to the sound to distinguish people. Although he had not seen the owner of the sound, Qin Bing knew that this person's strength must not be weak.

"Who said that we can't afford to lose Tianjianmen? If it hadn't been for Lanxin and the three of us to retreat this time, your little ability would not have been enough!" A familiar and slightly angry voice came from the crowd. It was Duan Peng who had a battle with Qin Bing at the beginning.

"Huh~ Then you ask the three of them to come out? I'd like to see how strong these three are?" The previous voice said with a little disdain.

As soon as the sound sounded, it immediately attracted a burst of anger from the disciples of Tianjianmen.

xiu~xiu~

Qin Bing and the three quickly came from mid-air and finally fell on the stone platform. When their figures appeared on the stone platform, the disciples around the stone platform immediately turned their eyes. Then, a trace of joy appeared on the faces of these disciples of Tianjianmen.

"Brother Qin is here."

Qin Bing looked at the excited disciples of Tianjianmen around him and felt a little helpless. Immediately, he looked at the two teams of people opposite.

Seeing these two teams, Qin Bing's pupils couldn't help shrinking. In the two hundred-person team, he actually felt more than 100 breaths stronger than himself. These people were clearly the practitioners of the Yuanying period.

And there were four breaths in the crowd that even he could not feel. From these four people, Qin Bing felt a pressure that could only be felt by Qin Tian.

The period of deification! Qin Bing was slightly shocked. To be honest, the Lingbao Conference is indeed very important, especially for the top 20 disciples of these sects, who are not only the best disciples of this generation, but also the hope of a large sect. It is natural to send strong force to protect, but Qin Bing did not expect that the two teams had sent two practitioners in the divine period to protect each.

At this moment, Qin Bing is clear that he far underestimates the importance of the spiritual treasure conference of the major sects.

Qin Bing was awe-inspiring and looked at the man in yellow.

"This person's name is Wu Xinglie, the champion of this year's Wuwang Pavilion sect competition." Yang Qi, who was beside him, couldn't help whispering when he saw Qin Bing looking in the direction of the Wuwang Pavilion.

Hearing this, Qin Bing couldn't help nodding slightly. At the beginning, when he was in Zichen mainland, he also had socialize with the practitioners of the Wuwang Pavilion, and he was still a little familiar with the atmosphere of the practitioners of the Wuwang Pavilion.

"It was he who won Duan Peng." Yang Qidao.

Hearing this, Qin Bing frowned slightly and was about to look at Duan Peng not far away. When Peng saw Qin Bing's eyes, he couldn't help blushing and looked embarrassed, but he didn't open his mouth to refute anything.

"The other side is the disciple of Bihai Tower, and the leading woman is the champion of this year's big championship, Li Xi!" Yang Qi introduced again.

"Woman?" Qin Bing looked at Li Xi with a trace of surprise. Although there are many female practitioners among the practitioners, even most of some sects are women. Some female practitioners are capable and have a great reputation among practitioners. However, among the three sects of Tianjianmen, female practitioners have become champions. Less.

"If I hadn't robbed Lan Xin's champion this time, the three sects and two female champions, there would be a trace..." Qin Bing couldn't help thinking about it.

"Are you Qin Bing in their mouths?" Qin Bing observed Wu Xinglie, and Wu Xinglie also observed him. After a moment, he frowned.

Qin Bing nodded with a smile and said, "Wu Xinglie, the champion of the 100-year competition of Wuwang Pavilion?"

"It's me!" Wu Xinglie nodded and glanced at Qin Bing and said, "I heard that you are the champion of this competition. It seems that you have some ability. Do you have the courage to compare with me last game?"

"It's better to obey than to respect!" Qin Bing smiled and nodded. The purpose of his coming here was to compare with Wu Xing Lie. Naturally, he would not refuse.

"Okay, some courage!" Wu Xinglie laughed and stretched out his hand to make a gesture of invitation. At the same time, the disciple Jin Danqi beside him quickly retreated from the stone platform.

Qin Bing also nodded to Yang Qi and Xiaobai beside him, and the two also retreated quickly.

"Brother Qin, kill him, kill him..."

"Brother Qin, come on..."

"Brother Qin will win..."

On the other side of Tianjianmen, when he saw Qin Bing agreeing to the game, a burst of cheers suddenly broke out. And the Wuwang Pavilion opposite did not dare to show weakness. Although it could not be compared with Tianjian Gate in terms of number of people, the shout was equally not small.

"Brother Wu will win..."

"Come on, martial arts brother, defeat that Qin Bing and let them know the power of our Wuwang Pavilion..."

"Brother Wu, Brother Wu..."

The shouting is getting louder and louder, and some of the disciples of the Yuanying period also joined in.

"Master, what do you think of this game?" Li Xi looked at the two people on the stone platform and immediately said to the middle-aged beautiful woman beside him.

"The realm of the two is not much different. It is not known who will lose and who will win, but I am more aware of Wu Xinglie's strength, but I don't know how Qin Bing's strength is." The middle-aged beautiful woman shook her head. The disciples who can become a champion are all talented people and can't be regarded as common sense at all. Their combat effectiveness is often stronger than what they show.

Hearing this, Li Xi nodded helplessly. She also knew that what her master was telling the truth. Just by looking at the appearance and breath, it was impossible to judge the combat effectiveness of the two, unless the level of the two was too different.

Boom~

On the stone platform, Wu Xinglie's face instantly became serious, and the next moment, a strong breath gushed out of his body. When his breath was exposed and the disciples around him also knew that the battle was about to begin, he couldn't help but become silent around the stone platform.

"It's worthy of being the champion of Wuwang Pavilion this year, and his strength is indeed not weak!" Feeling the breath from Wu Xinglie's body, Qin Bing's expression also became solemn. The master may lose the battle with a little careless, but he can't lose this battle. This represents the face of Tianjianmen.

xiu~

Wu Xinglie's body shook, instantly turned into a dark shadow and swept to Qin Bing, and his already powerful punch hit Qin Bing's chest fiercely.

The fist wind passed by, bringing a fierce explosion of air.

Close combat! Qin Bing's pupils shrank slightly, and a fine light flashed. He avoided Wu Xinglie's fist a little at his feet and slapped Wu Xinglie's head with his backhand.

You should know that Qin Bing himself entered with martial arts. His experience of close combat is not comparable to that of ordinary practitioners, so when he saw that Wu Xinglie actually carried out close combat, he inevitably raised a trace of aggressiveness in his heart.

Wu Xinglie saw that Qin Bing actually easily resolved his fist. At the same time, he slapped his hand, which was far from comparable to Duan Peng before. His face suddenly became solemn. As soon as he raised his right hand, he suddenly swept Qin Bing with his feet a little under his feet.

Qin Bing's figure retreated rapidly, his five fingers changed, and his index finger came out in the air. Suddenly, a few strong winds shot at Wu Xinglie's chest.

"Hum~" felt several strong winds coming. Wu Xinglie smiled coldly, punched out with his left hand, and instantly scattered those strong winds.

"The devil's palm, the devil is over the sky!" A terrible spiritual wave came from Qin Bing's hand. The next moment, his palm turned over, and suddenly a horrible palm shadow enveloped Wu Xinglie.

"This guy's close combat is so powerful!" Feeling the terrible power contained in the palm shadow above his head, Wu Xinglie's face couldn't help but change slightly. He has always been proud of his martial arts cultivation. Now when he sees a martial arts cultivation that is not weaker than the elite disciples of the King of Wuwang Pavilion in Tianjianmen, the shock in his heart can be imagined.

You should know that the three sects, Wuwang Pavilion is the only sect established by martial arts. Although it is also a sect of practitioners, most of its disciples are proud of practicing martial arts.

"Although your martial arts cultivation surprises me, you are doomed to lose miserably in competing with my martial arts cultivation!" Wu Xinglie sneered in his heart, and his spiritual power kept gathering.

"Wu Nerve, fist the mountains and rivers!" A horrible fist shadow met Qin Bing's attack.

Boom~

The next moment, the two attacks collided with each other and burst into a terrible noise.