"The young master of the Huijian Sect is here, so it should be okay."
Several elders on the competition committee felt nervous ever since they found out about Mu Luosheng's registration.
The face of our Ming Dynasty is almost in the hands of a few of them, as old as dead wood.
I was so scared that I didn't sleep for half the night. I wrote letters to my old friends all night, and shamelessly registered the name of the current little sect leader of Huijian Sect without even saying a word to Huijian Sect.
There is no way, other masters are so high and far away that they can't reach them for a while. I don't even know if the other person is in retreat, studying new moves, or is busy with other important matters.
Alas, their younger generation of masters are not enough.
The speed of cultivation is too slow.
His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is determined to defeat the declining army. In addition to the older generation taking charge, he also recruits many young warriors as vanguards every year.
The number of restricted areas in the country is increasing at an extremely fast rate, and it is all thanks to the sacrifices of the soldiers that they can barely seal them tightly.
Thinking about the common people in the past few decades, in those precarious days, even an old man like him with one leg buried in the loess wanted to contribute to the common people of the world.
Situ Qingshuang, the young sect leader of Huijian Sect, has been wandering around Yuncheng, Changxian, and Zhaocheng recently. At least he seems to be relatively leisurely.
His martial arts is also among the best among the younger generation. When he is brought to the arena, he may be able to kill someone with such arrogance that Mu Luosheng can be killed.
As he spoke, the atmosphere in the martial arts arena became solemn.
Several old people frowned, looked heavy, and stopped talking.
Mu Luosheng actually ended up.
Chen Yi stopped immediately, gently pulled his junior sister, walked to the edge of the martial arts arena, and said eagerly: "Quick, take a closer look."
All the senior brothers and sisters from the Yuncheng Martial Arts Hall stared at him with blazing eyes.
Mu Qingyun: "..."
She works as a sparring partner in the sect, and her most famous skill is that she can see through other people's moves at a glance.
Mu Qingyun can tell the flaws and flaws of the moves after just looking at them for a while, and they usually make sense.
Although seeing through does not mean being able to crack it when you actually get started, after all, sometimes you just know that it is a flaw, but the martial arts is far different, and there is nothing you can do about it.
But I have to say that this ability is indeed somewhat impressive in the eyes of many disciples in the martial arts school.
Since Mu Qingyun joined the martial arts gym, except for Sun Feifei, who is very hostile, everyone else has been very enthusiastic.
Of course, the atmosphere of their martial arts school is good, but what's more important is that she has value that people can see.
Mu Luosheng raised the heavy sword as if there was no one around.
In an instant, the strong wind blew, causing the bricks and stones in the martial arts field to shake.
A murderous aura was approaching.
In the stands, Sun Zhixin stood up suddenly, took a step forward, and frowned.
Suddenly, Mu Luo came alive. His sword was like thunder, as fast as lightning. The eighty-pound heavy sword was like an arm in his hand, sometimes as heavy as a mountain, sometimes as agile as the wind.
Sun Zhixin said in astonishment: "When did he reach the "realm of seeking truth"? How old is this guy? "
As a twenty-two-year-old young man, life is just beginning. How can he have the foundation to seek truth?
"The little sect master of Huijian Sect is just a humble person now."
Several members of the organizing committee sitting next to him also looked a little heavy.
"Don't worry, it seems like he has just started seeking truth."
"That little sect master can even fight in Po Luan Realm without defeat, and he can still beat Mu Luosheng. "
Sun Zhixin knows.
It's just that the Ming Dynasty has been a kingdom of heaven since ancient times, so what is the Three Island Kingdom?
Just thinking about the possibility that people from the Three Islands Kingdom could win a gold medal in an event held by themselves, with the four words "An Bang Ding Guo" engraved on the gold medal, made his brain go numb.
Damn it, if that's true, he won't have the shame to be buried in his ancestral grave in the future, for fear of being hammered to death by his ancestors again.
But at this time, almost all the young masters who were doing morning exercises on the martial arts field were suppressed by Mu Luosheng. They were all cowardly and as embarrassed as chickens caught in the heavy rain.
son.
Those young people from the Apricot Blossom Forest in northern Jiangsu actually saw Mu Luosheng's sword pointing at them. They didn't care that they were still thousands of miles away, so they dropped their swords and ran away. Clean and tidy.
Sun Zhixin's face was about to burn, and his heart ached with anger.
These elderly people are actually pretty good. They are older and have mastered the art of cultivating their qi. They are angry and angry, but they can still sit still. However, the group of young people present are so embarrassed that they have been thrown into the house, and their hearts are burning with hatred.
In the silence, Si Le came out of the guest room not far away and walked onto the martial arts arena without saying a word despite Mu Luosheng's sword energy.
Before the others arrived, he suddenly drew his sword, stood up, and a set of "Thirteen Swords of the Moon Palace" that the direct disciples of the Moon Palace must learn poured out like flowing clouds, and the sword light rushed towards Mu Luosheng.
The young disciples around him cheered loudly.
The eldest brother of Yuegong frowned, and several elderly people were also a little helpless.
"This kid is still a little young."
Young disciples may not be able to see clearly for a while, but the old people felt bad as soon as Si Le appeared. Sure enough, Si Le's swordsmanship looked very good, but the moment he drew his sword, he was affected by Mu Luosheng and was Get involved in other people's sword moves.
If the two people were really fighting now, and Si Le made a move, the defeat would be certain.
Si Le was also shocked. His expression was solemn, and he was obviously planning to get rid of this force field control, but the more eager he was, the more he wanted to get rid of it, the deeper he got trapped in it.
For a moment, everyone felt uncomfortable, and many of the participating warriors couldn't help but feel discouraged.
How to defeat such a master?
Chen Yi said angrily: "What's so great? None of our top guys participated. Even if he wins, it doesn't mean anything."
Having said that, in the eyes of ordinary people, this is a great humiliation.
The common people don't care whether their masters are there or not, and they don't care that Mu Luosheng is a quasi-sage disciple with outstanding talent, and he is a genius of this generation.
They will only know that a person from the Three Islands Kingdom, on the ground of the Ming Kingdom, overwhelmed hundreds of famous masters and took away the gold medal.
Just thinking about it will make everyone present feel chilled to the bone.
Chen Yi gritted his teeth and said, "No, if this continues, our people won't be able to go to the competition field tomorrow. They'll all be so frightened that they'll lose their energy. By then, they won't be able to hold their weapons steady, and they'll be useless."
Mu Qingyun blinked and winked at Chen Yi.
Chen Yi was startled for a moment, then understood, raised his breath, and said with a smile: "Qingqing, those are the disciples of Mishima Nation's Quasi-Saint Wood Eleven, and the rookie disciples of Moon Palace. What do you think of their swordsmanship?"
In the past, the disciples were used to playing such games in the martial arts arena. The first word of Chen Yi's words was a little hesitant, but after he said it, it was natural and magnanimous.
The senior brothers and sisters around them gathered around them as usual, with relaxed expressions, pointing towards the martial arts arena, talking and laughing, and they cooperated in a tacit understanding without any trace of intentionality.
Mu Qingyun smiled and said: "Mu Luosheng's swordsmanship is really good, tsk, it's almost perfect. Hey, this move is good, but the strength of his left leg can't keep up, and the sword move is three points lighter, but I can't blame him for this. , it’s a matter of sunlight, it just shines in his eyes.”
"Ah, this move is not quite right. He must have simplified it randomly. For a moment, his chest was exposed."
"This move is getting better. It's simple and clear. Well, there shouldn't be a combo here. It's obviously unskilled. Now, it must have missed a flaw."
