Hearing Xiaolei's arrogant words, Fang Ru couldn't help but give him a blank look.
At this time, Wu Cuishan had already prepared the lottery tube and shouted loudly: "The five distinguished guests participating in the competition, please come to the first floor to draw the lottery. The other distinguished guests please wait a moment. The competition will officially begin in a moment."
"Ayi" and others followed the instructions and got up and went downstairs. They took out the order of appearance from the lottery tube. The first one was Qing Ning, followed by Fang Ruxin, the third one was Wei Tingshang, the fourth one was Chen Yaqi, and the last one was It's "Ayi".
Xiao Lei rolled his eyes and said to Mu Yun: "Your junior sister is the finale. She has the longest preparation time and the best chance of winning the championship."
Mu Yun took a sip of the Yao Zhu Seafood Porridge and said calmly after sipping it: "There is no suspense in this competition. Since my junior sister is on the stage, the 'Xianwu Legacy' is destined to be hers."
Xiao Lei nodded and said leisurely and fascinated: "Your junior sister is so beautiful. If I were a man, I would have to be your brother-in-law."
Mu Yun rolled his eyes, looked at Xiao Lei and said, "You'd better save it. Not only do you fall in love with someone you meet, but you also prefer girls. It's only right to find a brother-in-law for me."
Xiao Lei glared at Mu Yun and muttered: "How old am I? What kind of brother-in-law am I looking for? You are so boring."
Mu Yun shook his head and said: "Now that I know that I am too young, I can stop being so frivolous."
Xiao Lei snorted and changed the subject: "Old Fatty Liang did a really good job at the 'General Qiongyu Banquet', but it's thanks to my master that he gave him a hand, otherwise he would show up."
Mu Yun continued to eat deliciously, and said vaguely: "Yes, we have finally passed the addiction of the founding general, hiccup... Don't waste such good food. If you don't like it, tell me, I It’s all rounded.”
Xiao Lei was so angry that he couldn't laugh. He shook his head repeatedly and said: "If you dare to eat Haisai like this, I might as well get fat to death. You will be the son-in-law of Mr. Liang."
Mu Yun laughed and said disapprovingly: "I call it thick accumulation and thin hair. It's not like you who can't grow long no matter how much you eat, and you will be struck by lightning if you waste all the natural resources."
The two brothers and sisters were quarreling about each other, and before they knew it, a moment had passed. The light in the venue dimmed quietly, and the musicians began to pick out silk chords and play a few ethereal overtones.
Knowing that Qing Ning, who was the first to perform the dance, was about to appear, Mu Yun and Xiao Lei stopped grinding their teeth and looked down in unison.
Opposite them, Miss Yafei and the Holy Maiden of Brahma Flowers were also attentive, waiting for the female champion to appear. On the other hand, Mu Xueying was in a relaxed mood, with a hint of laziness in her slightly narrowed eyes.
The light slowly converges towards the center of the hall, and the two colors of black and white are intertwined, as if the yin and yang fishes rotate and merge, finally forming the shape of the Tai Chi diagram.
The ethereal sound of the piano is accompanied by the quiet sound of the flute, which seems like ancient relics traveling through time and space, echoing in everyone's minds, bringing soul-shaking power.
Mu Yun was an unfamiliar person and was almost frightened by the wonderful music. Fortunately, he had experienced the battle between Yan Junlin and Mei Xiaoyun, and he was alert in his spiritual consciousness. With the protection of the God of Light, he calmed down in an instant and turned around. Looking at Xiao Lei beside me, I saw that her eyes were blurred and she was already in a daze.
Mu Yun frowned secretly, stretched out his hand to hold Xiao Lei's catkin, and slowly injected the power of the Divine Art of Light into it.
Xiao Lei hummed, glanced at Mu Yun and said, "Da Mu Tou, what are you doing? Don't disturb me while I watch the top female champion dance."
Mu Yun lowered his voice and said, "We're still watching the dance. Didn't you notice anything wrong?"
Xiaolei's eyes narrowed, and he lowered his eyebrows and said in deep thought: "Hearing what you said, I was a little confused just now, tsk... the light here is too dark, it will inevitably make people sleepy."
Mu Yun shook his head and said: "It's not a problem with the light, but a problem with the rhythm. I think it's probably because the 'Miscellaneous Xiao' is like Meng Ling."
Xiao Lei was taken aback and blurted out: "What? You mean 'The Song of Soul Dream'? The one ranked eighth among the Ten Ultimate Treasures this time?"
Mu Yun nodded slightly and said, "I'm just guessing. If you don't believe me, just listen carefully to the sound of the flute."
Xiao Lei listened attentively, frowning and said: "The sound of the flute is indeed extraordinary. Although it is hidden in the sound of the piano, it is more penetrating than the sound of the piano, as if it penetrates directly into people's hearts. But it's wrong, Fang Why is Big Carrot here? Does he want to help the female champion win this competition?"
Mu Yun was also puzzled. He touched his chin and said, "Let's wait and see what happens. After all, Mr. Fang can decide who will win in the end. There is no need to do anything secretly."
Xiao Lei thought it right, and immediately curled his lips and said: "In short, competition should be fair. If it is partiality, what's the point?"
As he spoke, the melody gradually became darker and darker, but within the dullness, it became grander again, as if a picture was unfolding, with thousands of hectares of blue sea tumbling, wind and clouds surging in the sky, and lightning and thunder below the clouds.
As thunder and lightning split the sky, a clear figure suddenly appeared in the field, it was Wu Tianjiao Qingning.
Qing Ning is dressed in azure Taoist attire, wearing a crown of seven treasures lotus on her head, stepping on sea clouds, holding a Tai Chi fan in her left hand, and a demon-killing seven-star sword in her right hand. Heaven, in a trance, the whole person is like a peerless sword, penetrating between the blue sea and the sky.
Everyone was so excited about it that even Mu Yun couldn't help but feel a shock in his heart. This was not due to the influence of Mi Xiao, but a pure appreciation from the bottom of his heart.
Under the attention of the whole audience, Qing Ning's long sword was seen turning around, creating a circle of bright sword light. The Tai Chi sword intention was perfect and perfect, almost invulnerable.
Qing Ning stepped on the Tai Chi Bagua, moving a sword with every step, and the layers of Tai Chi sword circles were laid out endlessly. Her steps were extremely firm, each sword was retracted and released freely, and her movements were full of majesty.
The black and white light follows Qing Ning's dance steps and outlines the Tai Chi Pisces where the sword blade passes. They are different angles, different sizes, and different shades. Although they are staggered and intertwined, there is no mess at all.
The former has not yet disappeared, but the latter has already taken shape. The glimpses between birth and death are simply dazzling.
One after another, the Tai Chi sword circles are like one after another Zhengfa seal, constantly suppressing the waves of the angry sea at Qing Ning's feet. Her dance steps became faster and faster, and the circle of Tai Chi swords around her became denser and denser, intertwining into a network of black and white light.
When the black and white light and shadow superimposed to the extreme, Qingning suddenly saw Qing Ning holding the fan high, which merged with the long sword in his hand. Then he jumped into the air, with unparalleled sharpness reaching the sky, letting the rapid thunder and lightning hit the top, No intention of backing down at all.
Holding the sword and chasing the sky, may the waves be flat!
Qing Ning moved forward with her sword, and the Tai Chi sword circles around her were affected by the same reaction, and they all converged on her sword edge, and instantly a hurricane swirled into the sky.
Then there was a loud explosion, and the sky was filled with black and white lights and shadows exploding in all directions. The sword wind stirred the bright stars, as if splitting a crack in the sky.
The power was endless, the sky bowed, the lightning and thunder suddenly stopped, and all the noise fell into silence.
Qing Ning fell back to the ground from the air, with her long sword turned behind her. She still held the fan in her left hand, bowed slightly and saluted everyone, then twisted her delicate body and disappeared into the shadow of the remaining light.
(End of chapter)
