Mu Qingyun glanced at the two people standing on the ring, quickly turned around, and asked Wang Jiaoxi next to him for information.
"You know it?"
Wang Jiaoxi coughed and moved his eyes to change the subject, "Well, Qingqing, go and get ready. Your second round will be your turn in about ten minutes."
Mu Qingyun sometimes wrote about the moves of masters, often involving hundreds of moves, or else it would last for three days and three nights.
But actually after coming here and really starting to practice martial arts, and even starting to practice internal strength, she found that it was rare for a real duel to be able to do a hundred moves, unless it was a guidance match, a practice match or something like that.
Mu Qingyun really let go of the fight and used all his strength. He could only perform thirty or fifty moves at most. Any more, and the moves would gradually lose their shape.
After playing for more than ten minutes, you will definitely feel very tired.
Three more days and three nights?
Not to mention fighting, practicing martial arts for three days and three nights will cost you half your life.
Her martial arts is no longer weak, and she is still a hair away from entering the subtle realm, just a little bit of accumulation and a little bit of fire.
Now that I practice Qigong, I can already feel the energy and blood throughout my body being filled, and the energy flowing through the skin and bone marrow. When the true energy flows throughout the body, my mind is condensed, and I can recognize the extreme details of my body, I will naturally be able to understand the subtleties.
She didn't know. How sustainable is the output of the masters of Po Luan Realm?
She has only seen one master who can break the illusion, the accurate sword of the Mishima Kingdom, Shengmu Eleven.
Situ Qingshuang, the young master of the Huijian Sect, didn't bother at all and just hit him casually with just a few moves.
Of course, the gap between Situ Qingshuang and others is so big that it is really difficult to compare.
However, even if two Pohuan realms fight, the fight probably won't last long. If it's really a life and death situation, it's often just a matter of a few moves.
It was windy and rainy, and the rain hit the ground and splashed up clouds of mist.
Beside the stands, several elderly people looked around, their hearts pounding.
Mu Qingyun paused, and his sect leader Zhuo Yanfei actually frowned, with a look of confusion on his face: "Why doesn't Situ Qingshuang come? He must not let us go."
"Several of my disciples have signed up, but they are not even qualified. They definitely cannot fight Mu Luosheng."
Situ Qingshuang didn't come?
Mu Qingyun was a little surprised, but this was not the time to think about this. She took a deep breath, adjusted her lightweight soft armor as instructed in advance, and then checked her shoes and sword.
The sword must be carefully cleaned and wiped clean.
I heard that a case occurred more than ten years ago that has not yet been solved.
In that year's competition, a contestant didn't pay attention. Someone had poison on his weapon. Many of his opponents were injured by him. They didn't pay attention at first. Later, the poison actually spread and became contagious. .
More than thirty people died in one breath.
The imperial court was furious and ordered Dali Temple to conduct a strict investigation. Dali Temple replaced the minister of Dali Temple for this reason, but no evidence was found.
The contestant has been practicing martial arts for more than ten years. Although he came from a folk martial arts school, he is not without foundation. He has never done anything except practicing martial arts since he was a child.
The sword he used was a standard weapon taken directly from the competition committee.
After this case, everyone has developed a conditioned reflex. Before going into the ring, they should not only look at their own weapons, but also their relatives and friends should help pay attention to the opponent's weapons.
His thoughts became more and more scattered, but Mu Qingyun's heart became calmer and quieter.
Soon, the time is up.
Mu Qingyun walked towards his own ring and glanced at Chen Yi before leaving.
She was actually still fighting Zhou Zhi. Mu Qingyun took a closer look and was stunned. His eyes were flying for a long time.
At this moment, around Chen Yi's ring, the general audience applauded and shouted "Come on" loudly. They were so anxious that their faces turned red and their necks thickened, and it was extremely lively.
The experts lowered their heads, curled their lips, rolled their eyes, and some laughed.
Master Zhuo didn't put his mind on that, but it didn't matter. He taught them, especially Wang Jiaoxi, who taught Chen Yi the most, and his face was so slapped that his chin almost shook.
In fact, Chen Yi's sword power is long-lasting, and his sword skills can already reveal his aura of success.
At her age, she can't be said to be bad.
The problem is that Zhou Zhi's performance is simply frightening. He is afraid that Chen Yi will be uncomfortable wherever he hits him. He wants to throw his whole body, from head to toe, to Chen Yi's sword and let her play with it.
In such a competition, one can't blame Chen Yi for turning pale with anger. Naihe roared several times, but Zhou Zhi couldn't understand anything.
Mu Qingyun: "..."
boom!
Mu Qingyun suddenly came back to his senses.
On the ring, a cruel smile appeared on the corner of Sun Feifei's mouth, and she suddenly whipped her soft whip. The whip hit the bluestone on the ring. The lightning flashed and the boulder shattered.
The surrounding audience was in an uproar.
This whip has the power to crack rocks.
"It's Sun Feifei!"
"The opponent seems to be a newcomer to Yuncheng Martial Arts School. He has never participated in a competition."
"I see the doctor is here."
Zhuo Yanfei's attention suddenly shifted, he stood up and got out of the stands, walking to the side of the martial arts arena.
Mu Qingyun remained calm, his gaze fell lightly on Sun Feifei, and a trace of contempt rose up in his heart involuntarily.
This is not good.
Mu Qingyun swept away those condescending thoughts.
But standing here, she suddenly felt confident. Don't say that the other party was not subtle. Even if she broke through on the spot and suddenly became subtle, Mu Qingyun actually thought that she would still be the winner.
That kind of determination that stands out from the crowd is really strange.
In her previous life, she must have been a person who was used to winning.
Sun Feifei's moves, flaws, and all the weaknesses in her body seemed to be unfolding before her eyes.
In the rain and fog, the referee solemnly shouted: "Start!"
As soon as she finished speaking, Sun Feifei's eyes were sharp, and she quickly flicked her right arm, and the silver whip swept directly between Mu Qingyun's eyebrows.
The whip was a soft weapon, but Sun Feifei used it with great ferocity.
Mu Qingyun held the scabbard in one hand and the hilt in the other. With a sudden smile on his face, he suddenly pulled out the sword half an inch. Not only did he not dodge, he also accelerated in an instant and flew straight towards Sophie's whip.
All the disciples outside the field couldn't help but close their eyes.
Disciples from other sects also sighed inwardly, new people are just new people, they are reckless and impulsive.
Sun Feifei is an offensive master, and she usually knocks her opponent down with extremely ferocious attacks in a fight.
If you avoid her first wave of attacks, her fierceness will not be so strong after that.
If this young newcomer chooses the wrong way to deal with it, he may lose quickly.
"Wow!"
Before the thoughts in his mind were finished, Mu Qingyun actually bumped into Sun Feifei's side. The sword was closed before it was fully unsheathed, and the scabbard was cut on her mouth.
Sun Feifei didn't even have time to make a second move. Severe pain hit her, her vision went black, and bang, she fell unconscious on the ring.
The referee said calmly: "Zhang Qingqing wins."
The whole house was silent.
After a long while, the masters, uncles, and teachers from various sects finally figured out what happened.
The young newcomer's sword actually split Sun Feifei's long whip from the center in an instant.
The whip is long and thin, soft and flexible. From a common sense point of view, it is almost impossible to split the entire whip into two pieces from a round surface as thick as a thumb.
"No, she cut her own whip."
Zhuo Yanfei laughed.
The others thought for a while and nodded.
"What she was playing with was a whip, but she insisted on pursuing the strength of cutting iron like clay. The strength was poured into the body of the whip, which actually turned the whip into a "sword" and a "knife", missing its own essence. Advantage. "
A soft whip is difficult to break, but after it becomes a "low-quality" sword, it becomes much easier to break.
The stronger and more ferocious Sun Feifei's strength was, the faster her whip was cut.
