Mu Qingyun's tone was very relaxed, with a smile on his face, and the others couldn't help but laugh along with him.
The crisp laughter lingered in the air and couldn't go back.
All the contestants present could not help but look sideways.
On the martial arts field, Mu Luosheng's sword power suddenly sluggish.
When practicing swordsmanship, he has always been able to easily forget both things and himself.
Every time he picks up a sword in his hand, he only sees the sword and his enemy.
But today, Mu Qingyun's words were stuck in his ears word by word.
He couldn't control whether he wanted to or not, and after a while, his swordsmanship went out of control.
After a pause in sword movement, Mu Luosheng frowned, and finally stopped his hand.
It doesn't make much sense to continue practicing.
Mu Luosheng carried his heavy sword behind his back and turned around to look at the man standing by the martial arts arena, criticizing his swordsmanship as if no one else was around.
After a few steady glances, Mu Luosheng stood up straight and bowed slightly.
The rules of their Three Island Kingdom are also the rules of their wooden sword sect. They always have to be more polite when dealing with worthy and outstanding opponents.
After the salute, Mu Luosheng slowly walked out of the martial arts arena. The feeling of oppression was still strong, but these young masters from the Ming Dynasty felt that the dark clouds in the sky had dispersed, the sun was shining brightly, and their moods were also excited.
What's so scary!
No matter how powerful Mu Luosheng is, he is still a mortal body. Even if he can't beat him, he still has to show the style of the Ming Dynasty on the field!
Chen Yi sneered: "I've been losing since I was a child, and I still practice martial arts to this day. Are I still afraid of losing?"
"call."
In the stands, the old men from the competition committee looked at each other and sighed.
"Chen Yi is Xiao Zhuo's disciple? So is this rescuer a newcomer to Yuncheng Martial Arts School?"
"Huh? Where do you choose to send good seedlings? They don't send them to our Zhaocheng, but they end up in Xiao Zhuo's hands."
"I think this matter needs to be investigated. Is it some little brat who took advantage of Fang...Zhuo?"
In terms of scale, the martial arts gym in Zhaocheng is more than ten times larger than the martial arts gym in Yuncheng.
There are more teachings and a higher reputation. Among the surrounding small counties and villages, if a good seedling emerges, Zhaocheng must be the first choice.
Only those who Zhaocheng doesn't like will choose Yuncheng Martial Arts School with no choice.
The farce was over, and the entire martial arts arena seemed to have returned to harmony.
The group of people finished their morning exercises conscientiously, then dispersed and went back to wash up and have breakfast.
Mu Qingyun likes the breakfast in the hotel.
Large chunks of beef, mutton, chicken, duck, and fish, the ingredients are good enough, the cooking is authentic, and the taste is not bad.
In the past, when we had a meal at school and got a little more, Wang Mengmeng was worried that her classmates would eat up her stomach as soon as she did well.
At this moment, she directly took the big basin, filled it with rice, and happily tore off a large leg of lamb and ate it all. The senior brothers and sisters on the left and right, as well as other martial arts comrades, only smiled and praised her. The internal strength must have improved a lot.
After dinner, the opening ceremony officially began.
Chen Yi helped Mu Qingyun put on her dress and pearl bracelet, looked at it carefully, tied two balls into her head, and tied two strings of tassels with colorful ropes.
The little girl has red lips, white teeth, and smooth skin. Although she has no pearls, she still embodies the aura of heaven and earth.
….It’s really cute and adorable, making people happy when they see it.
Everyone moved to the large conference room of the hotel and sat down, and as usual, they gave a speech first.
In the huge conference room, all the martial artists looked solemn. Only the old man on the stage preached the spirit of martial arts word by word.
"All those who practice martial arts should practice diligently without poking, practice martial arts to strengthen their bodies, and strengthen their country and their species."
"We, the people of our generation, should fight against the sky, the earth, and the evil in the world. We should always move forward and never stop."
"I must make a great vow. In a time when demons are in trouble, we will pacify the demons and eliminate them. If God wants to destroy us, we will go against heaven!"
"We believe that the disaster will end one day, and until God ends it, we
Humans do it themselves! "
"..."
Mu Qingyun sat upright on the chair, feeling a surge of heat in his chest.
She couldn't tell what it felt like. It seemed like she was sighing, she seemed proud, and her nose felt slightly sour.
Ordinarily it shouldn't be, as in her time, catastrophes had long been a thing of the past.
The old guys of the older generation may even tell some stories about the great disaster period that have been passed down by word of mouth, which will scare the little kids into squealing.
In their generation, even when watching TV, they don’t like to watch movies about the apocalypse.
But there is no other way, this is the main theme, and the state stipulates that several films should be released every year.
Mu Qingyun always believed that she would never have to deal with disaster.
At this moment, with her hands on her chest, she suddenly wanted to know - what kind of person she was in the previous life who left everything to her in her first script.
Are the emotions she can't suppress now left to her in her previous life?
So, did the other party really just give her this because she saw that her life was too miserable?
Mu Qingyun couldn't help but smile.
The opening ceremony quickly came to the last item, announcing the rules of the competition.
This year's Anbang National Competition has 420 contestants. The rules of the competition are less complicated than in previous years and are simple and crude.
It means drawing lots to determine the opponent, and they fight against each other. The winner is promoted and the loser is eliminated.
Soon it was time to draw lots, and Chen Yi whispered: "Don't kill each other, don't kill each other!"
After talking about it for a long time, she saw Sun Feifei going over to draw lots, and she suddenly lost consciousness.
"I forgot, she signed up."
Chen Yi sighed and started reading again, "It's annoying, Qingqing shouldn't run into Sun Feifei. Let Sun Feifei run into Si Le, Mu Luosheng, and Situ Qingshuang."
Mu Qingyun: "..."
Then the competition committee used a black box operation and arranged a light kung fu master for Mu Luosheng.
He is a monk who has returned to secular life, and his nickname is quite tacky. Who is called Yi Wei Crossing the River?
She could almost guess what the competition committee was planning and sent a light kung fu master to walk him first.
Then arrange for a hidden weapon master with good qinggong skills to walk him next.
After all his energy and energy were exhausted, he sent out his own masters who were waiting for work to harvest the results.
Mu Qingyun hoped that the competition committee would prepare more carefully and make sure there were no mistakes. He silently went up to draw his lot and took a look at it. Well, it was Sun Feifei, his opponent in the first round.
Chen Yi suddenly became serious: "How about we go give her a handful of crotons?"
Mu Qingyun quickly tugged on Chen Yi's sleeve.
"I didn't bring Croton."
At this time, Sun Feifei was halfway across the martial arts arena, staring at this side with a faint look.
She even felt that she could see a little bit of madness in the other person's eyes.
Mu Qingyun stretched his waist and said with a smile, "Going to have lunch?"
Chen Yi thought for a while, and it seemed that eating lunch was more important than burying Sun Feifei.
And these two activities can definitely be done together.
"Sun Feifei has a bad temper, but her martial arts skills are really good and her attacks are vicious. She used to stay in our martial arts studio, and everyone treated her as one of their own at first, but she fought with her senior brothers and sisters, and even dared to put her in the eyes. tie."
Until this moment, Sun Feifei's eyes were still fixed on Mu Qingyun's back.
"This person is like an unscrupulous child who doesn't know what's important."
Mu Qingyun smiled: "I can see it."
Chen Yi looked heavy, "I think it's better to give up. Face is more important, and body is more important."
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The Snow Emperor
