The senior brother's screams became more and more urgent, and he wished he could rush forward and be his junior sister's sword.
Sweat rolled down Li Jia's forehead, and her breath gradually became heavier. She couldn't help but roll her eyes. She didn't know what to do.
She also really wanted this fight to fall into the rhythm she was good at.
Before going on stage, she thought very well and didn't think too much of Yue Qingqing.
It is true that Yue Qingqing is quite famous and has many achievements, but who can stand in this position and is not legendary?
Since Li Jia joined the army, he has defeated the enemy countless times and created miracles countless times. He is also the proud son of the teacher.
Facing Yue Qingqing, she studied it carefully and believed that the outcome was between ***.
My winning rate is over 60%.
But in this confrontation, Li Jia felt uncomfortable everywhere. Yue Qingqing seemed to be able to control the aura around her. She seemed to be completely trapped in the opponent's territory and could only follow the opponent's moves.
no--
Li Jia suddenly took a breath of Qi, recited the mantra silently, his sleeves bulged, and flew out in an instant, and his sword flew out of its scabbard, not to hurt the enemy, but to force Yue Qingqing back.
In an instant, Li Jia broke free from the restraints, his face lit up with joy, and he stared as soon as he landed. He turned his body back to avoid Mu Qingyun's sword, and cursed angrily - he was free for a second, and then he was stuck again.
Li Jia's senior brother was so anxious that he broke into sweat: "Hold on, don't be anxious."
Yun Duo'er was also so anxious that she started to sweat: "It's too late, there's not enough time, sister, stop playing."
Mu Qingyun glared at Yun Duo'er: "Ahem."
Yun Duoer immediately stopped talking.
Situ Qingshuang and Si Le were both silent.
Mu Qingyun really had no choice but to calculate the time and was determined to end the battle within a certain period of time.
But as long as you know this in your heart, how can you say it out loud?
Why, don’t you think you’re hateful enough?
While Mu Qingyun sighed that Yun Duo'er's little head was too straight, he stretched out his hand, and Qiu Shui's scabbard flipped from his shoulder and fell into his hand. He shook it forward, and Li Jia seemed to throw himself into his arms and bumped into his eyes.
The Qiushui scabbard instantly covered her thin sword.
Mu Qingyun's Qiushui Sword was pressed against Li Jia's throat in an instant.
"Concession."
Mu Qingyun said, sighing with regret.
She had fought so many times with other warriors in Yaowu City, but none of them were more enjoyable than fighting Li Jia, and her experience increased faster.
One Li Jia is worth ten ordinary warriors.
However, time is limited, so we can only give up.
Li Jia actually felt that it would be good to lose early.
It was so painful to fight this man. I felt like I was a fish in a net. No matter how hard I struggled, I could not escape from his trap. Now that I was defeated, I felt very relaxed. Not only was I not sad, I felt like crying with joy.
[In view of the general environment,
Mu Qingyun had a sullen face, fearing that some emotions that should not be seen would be revealed.
For a time, the atmosphere between the two people was quite harmonious and polite.
After leaving the field, they were chased and blocked by reporters on the road. The two people also tried their best to praise each other to the sky.
Mu Qingyun seriously and solemnly praised Li Jia's martial arts skills, and she felt a lot of pressure.
Li Jia boasted particularly sincerely that Yue Nuxia was indeed a master disciple of the Baiyun Sect, and her swordsmanship was exquisite and heartbreaking.
"puff."
The seniors in the audience who saw it more clearly were all happy, "Now this young man is really good at making nonsense. I think it's best if we all go to the feudal lordship to deal with those boring foreigners." but."
"I guess our little Li will definitely leave a little psychological shadow. He never wants to fight Yue Qingqing again."
"This girl in Zhuo Yanfei's family is a bit unreasonable."
Tang Jingping thought about how to exclude this person.
Not long after Yaowu City was built, they had the ambition to build this city into a city of warriors for the entire Ming Dynasty.
The style of fighting still needs to be carefully cultivated.
Tang Jingping did not think it was a good thing for warriors to be afraid of challenges. Warriors should face difficulties and rise to them.
But climbing small peaks one after another is helpful for practicing martial arts, but if you are overwhelmed by Mount Tai when you are just starting out, you will definitely be crushed.
The old people pay great attention to caring for the seedlings, but Yue Qingqing is a child and has a wild mind, so he is inevitably a little out of control.
Mu Qingyun, who was worried by his seniors that he was too naughty and uncontrollable, was rushing to the station.
Yun Duoer carried her backpack all the way to her and looked through the document bag hurriedly.
"I haven't received the participation certificate for the "Youth Cup" yet. Sister Qingqing went to get the participation certificate, registration form, identity documents, physical examination form, and verification documents from Yuncheng Martial Arts School. They are all in this bag. Don't lose them. We don't have time to make up for it. "
The two of them walked quickly, whispering in low voices, and nodded briefly to the martial arts comrades they met, as if they had greeted each other.
Not far outside the rest area of the gymnasium, the two brothers Zhao Yu and Sun Jian from the Huijian Gate watched Mu Qingyun and Yun Duoer walking towards them from a distance, and couldn't help but quickly adjust their clothes.
Zhao Yu was a little undecided, not knowing what to say to Yue Qingqing.
His opponent tomorrow is Yue Qingqing.
Yue Qingqing is familiar with the young sect leader Situ Qingshuang. The young sect leader gave a lecture last month and used Yue Qingqing as an example. In the hearts of the Huijian sect disciples, this Yue Nvxia is no stranger.
Zhao Yu knew that her swordsmanship was very good, and the young sect leader said that their swordsmanship was as good as the others.
The young sect leader is a master who has reached the realm of seeking truth, and the end of his delusion is just around the corner. It can be seen that this Senior Sister Yue is really not to be underestimated.
But Zhao Yu didn't want to destroy his family's prestige. Yue Qingqing was powerful, but he, Zhao Yu, was also the little genius of the Huijian Sect's generation.
He had carefully watched the match between Yue Qingqing and Li Jia just now. Li Jia was too dismissive at first and failed to show his talents. Later, he lost his footing, panicked and missed the opportunity.
If he were in Li Jia's position, he would have at least three chances to turn defeat into victory and reverse the situation.
Zhao Yu took a deep breath, raised his eyes and looked at Yue Qingqing, making up his mind to be calm and composed, not to be rude to others, and not to show too much importance.
After carefully considering the words and sentences in his mind, he composed a large piece of elegant and friendly language. Yue Qingqing walked up to him. Zhao Yu rolled up his sleeves, cupped his fists and saluted.
Mu Qingyun glanced at them and didn't recognize them, but there were all well-known warriors in the lounge, so it was definitely right to call him "senior brother".
Without stopping, she also clasped her fists and said politely, "Senior brother, you are polite."
Before he finished speaking, the person brushed Zhao Yu's shoulder and floated over.
Zhao Yu: "Junior Sister Yue is polite, I will prepare carefully and I will not disappoint Junior Sister Yue..."
When talking about looking at Mu Qingyun's back from behind, his voice suddenly broke.
Zhao Yu twitched the corner of his mouth and secretly grinded his teeth: "Humph, just despise me. It doesn't matter. The more you despise me, the happier I will be."
Creaking.
Zhao Yu only felt that his back molars were going to be worn down by him.
