The moment the sound sounded, it signaled the official start of the family martial arts meeting.

The whole place fell silent.

"First round, group stage! All contestants are divided into ten groups and distributed to ten competition stages. Now let's start grouping..."

Under the arrangement of the family, many outer-level disciples were assigned to each competition stage.

"No. 188, Arena No. 7!"

Zhao Feng heard this voice and was assigned to the competition stage No. 7.

The rules of the competition are that in each competition stage, there are about fifty people, and the top ten are selected to advance to the next round.

For example, there are fifty-two people in the No. 7 competition stage where Zhao Feng is.

Zhao Feng's left eye swept across the ten groups in the field and found that the family's allocation to each group was regular.

The most obvious point is that the top ten disciples in the outer layer are evenly distributed into ten groups.

For example, Zhao Yue, who ranked first, was assigned to the first group.

Zhao Yijian and Zhao Yufei were assigned to the second group and the third group...

Doing this will prevent overly powerful disciples from meeting too early.

"Each group has an even distribution of strengths and weaknesses, ensuring that the top ten in each group advance without too much luck."

Zhao Feng nodded secretly.

Next, Zhao Feng began to pay attention to some of the stronger disciples in this group.

In the seventh group, the strongest one is "Zhao Chengang" who ranks seventh among the outer disciples.

Zhao Chengang has a slender and straight figure, and the aura of the third level of martial arts, intimidating some of the nearby disciples.

If you can be ranked among the top ten disciples of the outer layer, you must be exceptional.

What surprised Zhao Feng the most was that in the seventh group, he also met an acquaintance.

It was a charming and beautiful girl in snow robe, and her figure looked so familiar.

"Q."

Zhao Xue forced a smile, looked at Zhao Feng and said nothing.

Zhao Feng just nodded in response.

"Xiaoxue! Don't worry. As Brother Jian gave you just now, I will definitely repair Zhao Feng properly. It's best to injure him so that he won't get a good ranking."

"Zhao Chengang", who ranked first in the group, walked up to Zhao Xue and smiled softly.

"you……"

Zhao Xue's eyes narrowed and she wanted to say something, but she stopped talking.

For some reason, there was an instinct in her heart that she didn't want to see Zhao Feng get a good ranking...

At this moment, the competition allocation for each group began.

"No. 13 vs. No. 65!"

"No. 48 vs. No. 355!"

"No. 179 vs. No. 24!"

…

In each group on the field, the referee warrior's announcement sounded.

In the previous rounds, the winner was decided quickly.

The referees are all warriors from the family, with rich experience and sharp eyesight. They can quickly make judgments on obvious gaps between advantages and disadvantages.

For example, the number one player in this group, "Zhao Chengang," knocked his opponent away with one move without any suspense.

"No. 188 vs. No. 24!"

Finally it was Zhao Feng's turn to appear.

Teng!

He jumped lightly and landed on the competition stage.

On the 24th, he was a young man with a second level of martial arts. He was slightly chubby. When he discovered that Zhao Feng had a third level of martial arts, he suddenly showed a hint of fear.

"Splitting Wind Palm!"

The fat boy gritted his teeth, gathered all his energy and blood, and rushed forward.

What he performs is an intermediate martial art, which relies on swift and violent momentum.

"Yangang Fist!"

Zhao Feng casually punched him forward.

The moment he punched, the referee on stage No. 7 showed a slightly strange expression.

Because what Zhao Feng used was a basic boxing technique!

boom!

The fists and palms clasped together, and the fat boy grunted, and was deflected by Zhao Feng's punch. He stumbled, stumbled, and rolled to the ground.

"No. 188 wins!"

The referee was slightly startled and quickly gave his judgment.

Zhao Feng won so easily in his first appearance.

Because his opponent is not strong, he is not too noticeable.

"Hmph! This kid is really brave enough to use basic boxing techniques!"

Some of the disciples watching the game sneered.

“No. 188 vs. No. 66!

After a while, it was Zhao Feng's turn to play for the second time.

In the group stage, there is a rule that if you lose ten games in total, you will be eliminated, because in the group stage, only ten people are selected from each group.

If you can win twenty games in a row, you can immediately advance to the next round and escape the group stage.

Zhao Feng's second match was a horse-faced boy at the second level of martial arts.

"Yangang Fist!"

Zhao Feng's fists didn't even need to be thought about, like fish swimming through deep sea corals, accurately hitting the opponent's vital points.

Bang!

The horse-faced boy groaned and was knocked to the ground by Zhao Feng's punch.

"Basic boxing again!"

Some of the family members on the field looked calm.

The referee warrior looked a little surprised and said with a deadpan expression: "No. 188 wins!"

This is already Zhao Feng’s second win.

His performance attracted the attention of some Zhao clan disciples.

However, in the next two matches, Zhao Feng won using basic boxing techniques.

Four consecutive wins!

"This kid is so arrogant. He thinks he can be invincible just by relying on basic boxing skills?"

"Hmph! None of his opponents are strong. When he meets an opponent of the same level, it won't be so easy!"

Some of the disciples in the audience sneered at Zhao Feng's performance.

"No. 188 vs. No. 47!"

Finally, in the fifth round, Zhao Feng's opponent was a third-level martial arts disciple who ranked among the top five in the group.

"Zhao Kui! Knock that kid down!"

Under the competition stage, someone shouted.

Many people below have long been dissatisfied with Zhao Feng.

"Boy, that's it."

Zhao Kui's tall body stood in front, with the powerful energy and blood in his body condensed in the muscles of his limbs.

Just by standing in front of him, he can put great pressure on the other disciples of the second level of martial arts.

There are only about 60 outer-level disciples participating in the competition, who are at the third level of martial arts.

Therefore, every disciple of the third level of martial arts is considered a strong person in this group.

"Show your skills."
To be continued...