Song Qingwu stopped talking. She and Brother Jiuru had two different personalities, and their behavior styles were also very different.
In this matter, no one is right or wrong, it's just that the positions and personalities are different, and the ways of thinking are different.
Jiuru wanted to say a few words, but he stopped.
Song Qingwu looked at him puzzled.
"Just let her suffer and learn a lesson."
At the critical moment, he can just take action.
As the two of them thought, Lu Qingye had already been ready to give it a try.
After a disciple was helped off the stage, she took a deep breath, picked up her sword, and walked onto the stage.
The blood on the stage had not yet dried up, and Zhou Yonglong, who had just won, was still enjoying the cheers from the audience when he saw Lu Qingye walking up.
Zhou Yonglong looked Lu Qingye up and down and loosened his tibia.
"You want to challenge me?"
Zhou Yonglong practiced boxing and was very big. Standing in front of Lu Qingye, he looked like a small mountain.
After guarding the arena for several consecutive games, Zhou Yonglong's body was full of evil energy at this moment.
Lu Qingye raised his hands and cupped his fists in salute.
"Junior sister Lu Qingye is so polite!"
Zhou Yonglong narrowed his eyes.
Suddenly there was a whistle from the audience.
"Okay! Zhou Yonglong! She doesn't take you seriously! A new disciple who has just started is here to challenge you! Is this an unidentified provocation? Teach her a lesson! Let this little junior sister know how powerful our old disciples are! Don’t let anyone step on you in the future! Hahaha!"
"Hahaha! Zhou Yonglong, can you do that?!"
"Come on Zhou Yonglong! Punch her twice!"
"No! Why don't you people know how to feel sorry for your junior sister? Look at the cute little junior sister, Zhou Yonglong's fist smashed on her body, don't cry to death?! A bunch of rough men! Let me fuck! I'll make her ass bloom. !”
"Hahaha!"
The cheers from the disciples around him made Zhou Yonglong grind his teeth.
Even though I know these people are just watching the fun, it's not a big deal.
But he also wants to save face.
Zhou Yonglong looked at Lu Qingye fiercely.
"Think about it! Senior brother, my fists don't recognize anyone!"
Lu Qingye immediately entered a state of preparation for war.
"Then junior sister asked senior brother for advice on two tricks!"
When the disciple in charge saw that the two of them had decided, they immediately rang the bells and drums to start the battle.
Lu Qingye held his sword, and the lively voices in the audience disappeared from her world at this moment. She only had Zhou Yonglong in her eyes.
Although Zhou Yonglong felt that Lu Qingye was not very good, his many years of combat experience made him not underestimate the enemy.
The spiritual energy in his Dantian surged, his hands clenched into fists, and he quickly attacked Lu Qingye.
The sound of breaking the air made Lu Qingye feel the pressure.
Different from what she felt when watching from the audience, at this moment she even felt that the air in front of her was torn and twisted by Zhou Yonglong's fist wind.
Lu Qingye's spiritual energy appeared under his feet and he quickly avoided it.
Zhou Yonglong's first punch was in the air, and all the disciples watching immediately started to whistle again.
He was not disturbed by the shouts of those people and punched the air. Although it was a bit unexpected, it was expected.
If you don't even have this reaction and go to the ring to challenge him, that would be stupid.
He was not hit by the fist, and before Lu Qingye could breathe a sigh of relief, Zhou Yonglong's second punch followed.
Compared with the first punch, the second punch was obviously faster, with a more tricky angle and more force.
Lu Qingye dodged again, but this time Zhou Yonglong seemed to know it in advance. The moment she turned around, he turned his feet and blocked her escape route.
"Bang!"
The spiritual powers collided together, and Lu Qingye stepped back dozens of steps. The hand that had just resisted the fist holding the sword was already cracked, and blood was gurgling down.
Lu Qingye gritted her teeth. At this moment, she felt very clearly that there was a huge difference between what was in her mind, what was watching in the audience, and what was actually fighting in the ring.
Without experience, even though he had thought of all kinds of countermeasures before going on stage, when he actually got on stage and saw the danger approaching, his mind was completely blank.
Lu Qingye couldn't help but tighten his sword.
Zhou Yonglong curled his lips.
"Junior sister, you have great cultivation, but no combat experience. Your skills are also the basic combat skills of the sect. I have already memorized your every step. You are no match for me!"
Zhou Yonglong's words were straightforward and pointed directly at Lu Qingye's shortcomings.
Suddenly some disciples burst into laughter.
"Isn't it true that newborn calves are not afraid of tigers?"
"Oh, being too impatient is not a good thing."
"Some of these new disciples just rely on their talents and forget that practicing a religion is not just about talking on paper!"
"It's better to go back and practice more!"
Jiuru stood in the crowd and looked at Lu Qingye with lowered eyes.
Lu Qingye took a deep breath.
"Please give me some advice, senior brother!"
Seeing Lu Qingye charging forward without retreating, the disciples in the audience shook their heads.
"Face is not earned this way."
"The little girl's family is thin-skinned and refuses to admit defeat."
Under the scorching sun, Lu Qingye's nose was bruised and his face was swollen on the ring.
Zhou Yonglong wiped the corners of his mouth and bared his teeth.
"Still not admitting defeat?!"
Lu Qingye staggered a little.
She knew that now she had reached her limit.
She lost.
There is no point in continuing to fight other than overloading one's body.
Lu Qingye bent down.
"I admit defeat, thank you senior brother for your advice."
Zhou Yonglong, who was still gearing up, was slightly startled.
In fact, he was also a little angry because of Lu Qingye.
Lu Qingye was indeed inexperienced and even a little reckless.
During the fight between the two, he was almost pressing down and beating him, leaving injuries all over his body.
But she is very resilient and does not complain about pain.
At this moment, hearing Lu Qingye admit defeat, Zhou Yonglong's anger also dropped.
Looking at the embarrassed Lu Qingye, his mind gradually realized that although Lu Qingye was miserable, he had made a lot of progress after the battle.
This made Zhou Yonglong feel a little bit bitter. It was fitting that he should be used as a tool to improve his experience.
However, Lu Qingye's unwillingness to admit defeat also impressed Zhou Yonglong.
"What did you say your name was?"
"Lu Qingye."
"Okay, Lu Qingye, right? Go back and practice hard. When you improve, come and fight me again! I, Zhou Yonglong, from the Thirty-Two Peaks of the Outer Sect, remember."
Lu Qingye's eyes suddenly lit up.
"Thank you, senior brother!"
Zhou Yonglong snorted.
"Let's go, you are so stupid, your eyes are so swollen that you can hardly see! Don't make yourself cry when you go back!"
The laughter of the disciples watching from the audience became much quieter.
Most of them are not fools. Lu Qingye does have no experience, but judging from her qualifications and understanding, all she lacks is time.
It is not a vase with empty qualifications.
They can survive it now, but the future is hard to say.
Seeing Lu Qingye limping away, Song Qingwu touched his heavy sword.
"Senior Brother Jiuru...this Lu Qingye, his body is obviously very weak, but his strength...is not small?"
Song Qingwu felt a little strange.
"It stands to reason that physical strength also determines one's own strength and tenacity...I will have to look for another opportunity to look at it later."
To be honest, Song Qingwu was a little attracted to Lu Qingye, the little girl's fierceness suited her very well.
If Lu Qingye's body muscles could be changed, and it wasn't so bad, she wouldn't mind accepting a disciple and spending a lot of money to cleanse her essence and cut her marrow.
Jiuruo on the side couldn't help but darken his face.
