Zhuo Yanfei looked solemn: "Situ, my girl didn't become famous by letting Mu Luosheng step on her!"
How old is Qingqing? Zhuo Yanfei had high hopes for her. When they usually competed with each other in martial arts, he would give them a few words of advice, telling everyone to know the importance of taking action and not to damage Qingqing's confidence.
Situ Qingshuang nodded: "I will win."
Mu Qingyun has only been practicing martial arts for half a year. Although he is good at it, his internal strength is still weak. Xu Ping is the youngest daughter of the Xu family and is only seventeen this year.
A seventeen-year-old girl has not even reached the subtle realm. She can reach the semi-finals. Even she feels that this must be a metaphysical event.
I don’t know what happened, but all the way she fought, all her opponents stretched their hips.
She had met almost every guy who came to hang out in the entire Anbang Dingguo Tournament.
There are only two famous opponents that she can't win.
One of them had vomiting and diarrhea before going on stage, and his legs were weak. After only two moves on the stage, he quickly gave up and rushed back to show his respect.
The other one was even more unlucky. After leaving the dormitory, everyone arrived at the martial arts field. Suddenly, he received a message from his junior sister, saying that her husband had eloped with his cousin and that he had now left the city gate.
This was a good time. She didn't have the heart to fight, so she left Xu Ping and rushed to beat her husband.
I heard that this woman beat her man into a pig's head, and also beat her uncle, brother-in-law, aunt, aunt, and various friends and relatives who were helping her husband until their noses were bruised and their faces were swollen.
Xu Ping advanced with a sullen expression, not happy at all.
She really couldn't understand why any man dared to fall in love with a real martial arts master?
So not afraid of death?
Anyway, Xu Ping's current level is not comparable to Tongmu Luosheng.
Of no value at all.
Xu Ping sat obediently on the pony, the seventeen-year-old girl still had a childish look on her face.
Zhuo Yanfei looked down at her, covered her face with her hands, and sighed.
He didn't say anything at all.
He didn't tell Qingqing not to win against Xu Ping.
Early the next morning, Mu Qingyun got up. Chen Yi first fed her until she was six or seven full, and then went to bring her a new set of clothes.
There is a layer of light and soft thread armor sewn inside the new clothes, which is made of extremely elastic metal wires.
Sew two more layers of lining on the inside to avoid abrading the skin.
Mu Qingyun knew at a glance that this was done by Chen Yi and several senior sisters. The knotting method was Chen Yi's usual habit.
She couldn't help but smile: "Yes, it's very light."
"Hey, I hope it won't come in handy."
After being dressed neatly and moving around a little, Mu Qingyun was still as light as a swallow and quickly set off to draw lots.
At this time, the martial arts arena was already crowded with people inside and outside.
Most of the people in Zhaocheng were sitting in the stands.
Warriors from all over the place gathered.
Mu Qingyun successfully drew Xu Ping.
In the early morning of autumn, the wind was already a bit chilly to the bones.
Mu Qingyun strode onto the stage, looked back and saw various banners being displayed one after another in the stands.
"One leaf knows the autumn, and you will win!"
"Come on Zhang Qingqing!"
"Xu Ping, the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold, you can do it!"
Countless spectators shouted excitedly.
In recent games, the audience's sense of participation has been significantly stronger than at the beginning.
At the end of each game, these spectators would get together and analyze the situation in a similar manner.
What kind of unique skills each contestant has, what unique little moves they will make on the field, and even all kinds of gossip outside the field have become hot topics.
Mu Qingyun got the nickname "Yiye Zhiqiu" after fighting a Qinggong master from Yanzimen.
It was the referee who brought up the topic first at that time, saying that Mu Qingyun has a delicate mind and excellent eyesight. He can see through all the weaknesses of his opponent at a glance, and he can tell the world with a single leaf!
The referee's words were obviously a compliment, but actually a bit of a complaint.
Who knows that although Mu Qingyun only likes to use one trick, it can change in countless ways and is difficult to figure out. Every time he acts as a referee for her, he must concentrate on it and not dare to neglect for a moment.
In an arena match like this, the winner or loser is clear at a glance. What does the referee do? It is to ensure that no matter the winner or the loser in the arena, they can still live with all their arms and legs.
It is indeed a heavy responsibility. If you meet a warrior as cunning as Mu Qingyun, you will lose a lot of hair.
The competition has progressed to this point, and all the outstanding players have their own loyal "fans".
Mu Qingyun laughed and lowered his voice: "Senior Sister Xu?"
Xu Ping understood: "Twenty moves?"
"become."
Mu Qingyun suddenly drew his sword and shouted softly: "An De Yitian Sword, cross the sea and kill the long whale!"
As soon as the sword came out, it was like a silver sword running through the galaxy, just in time to resist Xu Ping's sword.
Xu Ping smiled, and the Xu family's swordsmanship was greatly improved. It was her, a woman who wielded it, and she was full of aura.
The two people fought together in an instant, the sword light flashed, like a dream, like a rainbow intersecting with the sun, everything was tense and dangerous.
The full house of spectators roared at the sight.
The warriors in the stands and the people from the competition committee looked at each other, tried their best to suppress the twitching of the corners of their mouths, and acted seriously.
When reporters came to interview, even historians and historians, they looked calm.
"Who will win? There are various possibilities on the battlefield. Zhang Qingqing's Baiyun Sword and Xu Ping's Xujia Sword are both majestic and righteous swords, and both are excellent."
Anyway, it’s just a bunch of stuff that looks very professional, but is similar to what Che Luolun talks about.
Several historians laughed and carefully wrote a few sentences in the Spring and Autumn style. Finally, they praised the competition second and friendship first.
There is nothing wrong with the purpose of stabilizing the country.
Not long after, Zhuo Yanfei stood up suddenly, no longer relaxed at all, and looked at the other arena, with a hint of nervousness in his eyes. qδ
On the ring, Situ Qingshuang's sword suddenly became extremely quiet.
"got windy."
Zhuo Yanfei closed his eyes.
I saw a "thunder" attached to the sword body, and all of Situ Qingshuang's energy and spirit were raised to the limit at this time, turning into this earth-shattering move.
The thunder wrapped around the long sword, rolled up whirlpools, and whizzed away, as if no matter who was on the opposite side, they would be completely buried.
For a moment, the sword light was so sharp that even Zhuo Yanfei closed his eyes in the stands.
boom!
Zhuo Yanfei's face suddenly lost all color.
Situ Qingshuang flew backwards, hit the guardrail, vomited a mouthful of blood, and fell to the ground. He struggled to get up twice, but couldn't help but vomited two more mouthfuls of blood. His vision went dark and he lost consciousness.
The sword light on the arena dispersed, but Mu Luosheng was still standing.
A trace of blood oozed from the corner of his mouth, and his chest split open, revealing the silver light inside.
Mu Luo grew up and exhaled: "What a powerful sword!"
"...What an amazing soft gold armor!" Zhuo Yanfei whispered softly, turning her head suddenly to look at Mu Qingyun and Xu Ping.
Mu Qingyun looked solemn, seeing Xu Ping's feint move turn into a killing move in an instant, with killing intent. The long sword trembled slightly, and it stuck to the sword in an instant, sending Xu Ping off the ring with her sword.
Zhuo Yanfei: "No need to wait until tomorrow."
The competition committee immediately announced that the final battle of the Anbang National Championships would begin in ten minutes.
Mu Qingyun came down from the ring, passed Mu Luosheng naturally, and entered the big ring in the center first.
Zhuo Yanfei took a deep breath and whispered, "Can I find an excuse to kill this kid now?"
