Yumen's competition ground. "Elder, I want to take part in the monthly exam. Is it too late now?" The middle-aged man, wearing a black robe, sat on the elders' stage in the competition arena without raising his head. "The monthly exam is about to end. Let's wait until next time." "Um, elder, I am a disciple of the Northern Sect."
The monthly examination is once every three months, and the northern faction is different from the east, west and south factions. The eastern faction has up to a thousand people, the western faction has 400 people, and the southern faction has 200 people. The northern faction only has 50 people. Every disciple must participate in the test and compete in turn until the top three are determined. The Northern School is different. It is a ranking system. The disciples behind the ranking can challenge the disciples in front by name. If they win, the ranking will be changed. There is no ranking of battles. The disciples do not need to participate in the monthly test, but As long as you are challenged, you must accept it, otherwise you lose.
Um? The elder raised his head in surprise, "It's you, you, you want to take the monthly exam." "Yes" Mu Ziyun has never participated in the monthly exam, but the elder recognized him. He was a sensational genius back then. Who doesn't remember him? However, it has been at the bottom for the past two years and has faded out of people's sight. "Who do you want to challenge?" "Elder, what's my ranking now?" "Let's see, um...last from the bottom."
"..." Mu Ziyun only took the gangster test in the new year and did not accept the challenge from his disciples, so he was always abused in the records.
"Elder, can I challenge you at will?" "No, you can only challenge the top ten." "Then let's challenge the fortieth first." "Are you sure? Ten is a big step in the Northern Sect." OK." The elder took a deep look at Mu Ziyun, nodded, and then signaled to the disciple beside him, who quickly retreated after receiving the order.
After a moment, in the northern section of the competition ground, the elder announced, "Fifty Mu Ziyun from the northern faction will challenge forty Li Dong from the northern faction." Swish, the disciples' eyes gathered towards the northern faction. Competitions from the northern faction were not common. But even in the battle between the last two, they can learn a lot.
"What, Mu Ziyun, isn't he the bottom genius of the Northern School?" "Yes, I heard that he never takes the monthly exams, and is at the bottom every year in the annual exams." "My brother said that he hides his secret..." " Forget it, I think he's afraid of showing off his tail." Mu Ziyun walked to the center of the field, but Li Dong hadn't arrived yet.
Mu Ziyun stood in the noise, looking at the sky. If I could have a shadow, I would stand between them, but it's not like this. I am the only one in and outside the circle. If I transform, I will have With your identity, you can have your own shadow in the world...
After half an hour, Li Dong arrived at the competition venue. He was a little surprised from the moment he received the notice. It was only when he arrived at the scene that he was sure that he really wanted to challenge him. Li Dong was already twenty-three years old. When he was eighteen, he and The ten-year-old Mu Ziyun joined the Northern sect together. He knew how amazing this opponent was back then. He was very experienced in body and martial arts. At the age of ten, he was ranked eighth in the Northern sect. What a talent. Although he was at the bottom these years, he didn't think so. This is Mu Ziyun's true strength. Others may have objections, but he will never doubt it after taking the exam together.
"Um, senior brother Mu, I'm late." Li Dong bowed to Mu Ziyun. "I was the one who was rude, Senior Brother Li, please give in." "Why are these two people so polite?" "Yes, both of them call him Senior Brother. Logically speaking, Senior Brother Li should call him Junior Brother." The elder stood up and said to him He walked into the martial arts training ground and said, "Quiet, let's start the competition now." There was a sudden silence on the field. Even the disciples of the other three sects who were competing stopped and watched the Northern Sect area. This was a battle of the Northern Sect and a struggle between masters.
Li Dong took three steps back and took out a four-foot soft sword from his waist. The sword had a slender blade. "My weapon is the Qingyu Soft Sword. Senior Brother Mu is asking for advice." "It's the Qingyu Soft Sword. Look." "Yes, there are only two people in the northern sect who use soft swords. One is Senior Brother Li and the second-ranked Liu Xiaoxiao. Their Qingyu and Huabai soft swords are very high in the weapon rankings."
"Hey, why doesn't Senior Brother Mu use weapons?" Li Dong also felt strange and asked, "Senior Brother Mu doesn't use weapons?" Mu Ziyun smiled lightly and said, "Yes." Mu Ziyun put his right hand into his arms, and then stretched out his hand. Seeing a white feather between his index and middle fingers, Li Dong said, "Use this." Li Dong's eyes widened. "What? He just used that feather. Is this a curse?" The disciples on the sidelines kept booing.
"Um, Senior Brother Mu, why don't you choose some weapon?" "This is my weapon, Wugen. Senior Brother Li, I'm asking for advice." Li Dong looked at the feathers swaying in the wind suspiciously, "Okay, I'm asking for advice. ." "The competition begins." The elder shouted.
As soon as he finished speaking, Li Dong took action and was in front of Mu Ziyun in an instant. Mu Ziyun loosened his fingers, and the white feathers fell. He exhaled towards Bai Yu, and the feathers floated in the wind, and he saw green light piercing, Bai Yu took advantage of the momentum and jumped up to the sword. Mu Ziyun moved away, "It's Feng Xing Bu." The disciples of the Yu Clan looked at the two of them intently. Feng Xing Bu was a must-learn footwork for the Yu Clan disciples, "Huh? The footwork of these two is different from ours." There’s a lot of difference.”
The middle-aged elder explained to the disciples: "What I teach you is the most basic footwork. When your strength reaches a certain level, you will have your own steps." Li Dong's swordsmanship routine is elegant and elegant, coming like thunder to absorb the wrath. Like the clear light in the river, the footwork followed the sword technique, the sword light splashed everywhere, forcing Mu Ziyun to a dead end with every step.
Look at Mu Ziyun again, the white feather rises and falls with the sword light. Mu Ziyun moves with the feather and avoids the sword light. He raises his index finger and points towards Li Dong. Li Dong tilts his head to avoid pointing, but Mu Ziyun shakes his hand and clamps the white feather. The stroke was directed towards Li Dong's neck, no good, Li Dong secretly thought something was wrong. He lifted one foot off the ground and leaned back. The white feather slipped just inches away from his neck. In an instant, Li Dong felt the edge of the feather was as sharp as a blade, and turned sideways. Turning the soft sword and sliding around his waist, Mu Ziyun Duoyu took two steps back. Before he could stand still, he raised his hand and threw the white feather. The green light around Li Dong's waist changed its shape as soon as it touched the tip of the feather. Li Dong hurriedly stepped back, thinking: "This feather is too weird, the edges are as sharp as a blade. It is soft and light but can carry a thousand pounds of strength, and it is difficult to catch."
Mu Ziyun raised his right hand, and the white feather returned to his hand. It was extremely quiet outside the field. After three breaths, Mu Ziyun blew out white feathers again. This time he didn't dodge. The white feathers floated up. He stepped off the ground and five feet later stepped on the white feathers and jumped into the air. "What!" The middle-aged elder said loudly. Surprised, has his physical skills reached this level?
"Oh my God, he's flying."
Before the disciple could recover, Mu Ziyun flipped forward in the air, and the white feathers under his feet floated with the strong wind around Mu Ziyun. Mu Ziyun stepped on the feathers again, three feet off the ground, and swooped down with his arms stretched back. Li Dong stepped back and retreated. Unexpectedly, when Mu Ziyun was five feet away from the ground, he pressed the white feather with his hand and borrowed the force, which instantly slowed down and flew backwards. During this time, his feet did not touch the ground. Mu Ziyun made a gesture and stepped towards Li Dong, one by one, like a white phoenix in the sky, and Li Dongkong had the look of a dragon. But there was no way to use his strength, so he sheathed his sword and made one last move. He closed his eyes and gathered his strength. After two breaths, he gathered all the martial arts in his wrist, "one foot of green light".
Li Dong stretched his arm back and then threw it forward. This was Li Dong's killing move. All the martial arts were transmitted from the wrist to the Qingyu soft sword, from the hilt to the tip of the sword. The strong martial arts power was concentrated at one point, driving the sword forward. The sword swayed forward like a long snake, and every half breath was one foot. Before two breaths, it would stab Mu Ziyun in the face. Mu Ziyun held the white feather in his right hand and touched the tip of the sword with the tip of the feather. The tip of the sword was staggered from the tip of the feather. He grabbed Bai Yu and slid it across the sword. The hook finger of his left hand pointed at Li Dong. Li Dong blocked it with both hands. Mu Ziyun moved to stagger his body away from Li Dong. He opened his right arm and saw the white feather coming from The right hand breaks away and paddles to the left hand with the wind.
Li Dong watched the feather slide quietly in front of him, drifting past the eyes of the two of them, as if it was the only feather in the time and space. Mu Ziyun caught the white feather with his left hand and slid it across his neck. Li Dong suddenly felt the coldness of it. The feather body instead of the feather edge, Mu Ziyun retreated, looked at the white feather in his hand and sighed quietly: "Look at the life in the sky, some are fighting against the wind, some are drifting with the wind, some are soaring in the blue sky, or some are falling into the abyss, you sigh that Amidst the sudden changes of life, I saw the sinking but rootless wandering, which could not even wither or breathe. This is Bai Yu's name and my destiny."
On the martial arts field, the two had stopped competing. It was surprisingly quiet outside. "Senior Brother Mu" Li Dong bowed to Mu Ziyun, "I lost, and I am convinced." Mu Ziyun said with a smile: "Senior Brother Li Swordsmanship Group , if I hadn’t fought hard, I would have fallen under that blue light.”
