Today is the day when the ten sects in Huzhou compete in succession. The competition venue behind Lotus Manor is two or three times larger than that of Qingfeng Mountain Sect, but only a few dozen people are sitting there. Apart from the disciples who participated in the battle, only the heads of the various sects and the owner of the Lotus Manor were present, and even the elders had no right to watch.
Each sect has its own independent pavilion, evenly distributed on the edge of the competition venue. The woman who had previously led Mu Ziyun and others into the village walked to the venue and loudly announced: "The battle between the sects will begin immediately. Please prepare for each sect."
"What? Didn't you sleep well last night?" Li Ziwen asked Mu Ziyun in the pavilion on Qingshan Mountain. Mu Ziyun did not sleep last night, racking his brains to think about things. "Well, I'm a little nervous." Mu Ziyun grinned and moved closer to Li Ziwen. Suddenly he saw Changke Zong Pavilion directly opposite, where Lu Huazhuang was staring closely at it, and he held back what he wanted to say. go back.
Mu Ziyun kept calm and carefully counted the personnel of Changke Sect. There were three disciples and three heads. They were the same as Qingfeng Mountain. This time, each sect broke the rules. There should only be one head. Most of the sects More than two people came to the door, but for the first time, no one came from the Chen door. There were only three disciples sitting in the pavilion.
Mo Chaozhen, the venerable member of the Changke Sect, was sitting opposite. When Mu Ziyun looked at him, his eyes met. Mo Chaozhen's mouth curled up quickly without any trace, as if he was sneering. Mu Ziyun did not back down and looked at him with a sneer. This made Mo Chaozhen a little unexpected. He raised his head and chin, his eyes filled with cruelty.
Bang, Hao Han next to Mu Ziyun knocked on the ground with his crutch, attracting the attention of the two people. Hao Han looked deeply at Mo Chaozhen opposite, nodded with a smile, turned to Mu Ziyun and whispered: "Is there any problem?" "No" "Oh, it's okay. His methods are of no use to me. If you have any questions, just tell me and I can keep you safe." "Thank you, Master. My disciple is fine."
Just as he was talking, the woman in the field spoke again: "The battle of Lianzhuang begins, the first piece of Qiang land, the Shihui mountain area, including the area within fifty miles next to the mountain area." After saying this, the woman immediately ran off the field.
The Lianzhuang Battle is a competition to seize resources for the next ten years. It outlines all areas except where the sect is located, and allocates them based on the results of the competition. The areas with rich resources will be robbed to a greater extent. As for resources, there will even be no resources. Generally, no one can interfere with the area. Each area is called Qiang land and is regarded as ownerless land.
A figure flew out from the pavilion in Chashan and landed in the middle of the field. Then a rough voice came from the pavilion, "Hahaha, our Chashan will start this year, and we will use the things from Shihuishan District in our sect's practice. Please show mercy to all sects!"
Zhang Kui snorted disdainfully and said, "If he wants something from Chashan, wouldn't he know how to rob it? Why did he come to fight openly this time?" Mu Ziyun looked towards the Chashan pavilion in the northeast corner. Sitting in the pavilion was Zhang Kui. There are three disciples standing behind the iron door.
Mu Ziyun didn't look at the iron arhat with beard and open chest, but he was completely attracted by the person next to him. He was wearing a red dress and a red skirt. He was holding a red fan with golden edges in his hand. His head was not tied up. It was scattered on the shoulders, but red threads were tied around each ear, but it could only tie up a small strand of hair. A black crystal stone was hung around the neck and drooped on the chest. The face was bright red, and the lips must have been painted. Rouge, with every frown and smile, the air was colored.
This is the most beautiful woman Mu Ziyun has seen in these years. It is no exaggeration. The haze in Mu Ziyun's heart dissipates to the outside of the sky, and only this fairy is in his eyes.
The woman met Mu Ziyun's eyes inadvertently, smiled evilly and tilted her head. Mu Ziyun's calves began to go numb, and her throat whined. Feng Jing patted Mu Ziyun's head hard from behind, "What are you thinking about?" Yeah! Don’t think too hard about how to compete now, she is from Chashan!"
"Sister, do you know who she is?" "How do I know? Don't make mistakes. Sister warns you that the people in Chashan are not kind people!" "I know, I know." Mu Ziyun looked over there a few more times and said He muttered: "I won't contact you, just ask."
Another disciple fell on the field, but Mu Ziyun had no intention to look at it, his mind was completely attracted by the woman.
"Chimiaofeng Wanmin came to challenge" Shihuishan District is rich in cicada stones, which are necessary materials for making spells. Chimiaofeng and Chashan's spells are relatively weak, and both sects want to make up for this shortcoming as soon as possible.
"I've heard of you." Chashan's disciple said with a smile: "This Wuchen Sword Tutor, I don't know what your strength is, but you have a pretty face. How about being my little lady, hahaha..." Chashan's disciple As expected, he was not a kind person. Wanmin angrily pulled out the Wuchen Sword. There were two white and three blue stars on the sword, and she pounced on the Chashan disciple.
The disciple dodged the edge of the sword and backed away and said: "Little lady, remember, my name is Zhang Fu, watch the moves." Zhang Fu turned over and threw out two chains. He first threw one out, and then used the other to hit the chain. A chain made it move like a snake without falling to the ground. Wanmin was entangled in the center, and she would be hit from time to time, with no way to escape.
"Hey, little lady, I've tied up many women with this trick, and some are more difficult than you. Hide? You can't hide!" Zhang Fu suddenly pulled out another chain and threw out the one in his hand, and once again relied on striking to control the air. Two 'long snakes'.
"Let's capture him without mercy!"
"Senior Sister!" Pan Xiaowen's hands were sweating in the Chimiao Peak Pavilion. "Senior Sister, will everything be okay?" "No," Xiao Huan, the leader of the Sword Sect, said, "Min'er will deal with him soon."
Wanmin was in the middle of the two long snakes, holding the hilt of the sword with both hands. The martial arts aura on her body suddenly swelled, and the aura condensed from the sword to protect Wanmin's body. Then it expanded suddenly, breaking the two chains abruptly. Chains were scattered around, and Tang Fu's face turned blue and blue again and again, "You, how strong you are..."
The stars on the Wuchen Sword disappeared. Wanmin looked coldly at Mandarin Fu as he slowly approached, "You said you can't hide? I'll show you the martial arts that are truly unavoidable." Suddenly, the Wuchen Sword disappeared from Wanmin's hand and appeared around Mandarin Fu. The five star points were two white and three blue. Before Zhang Fu could understand what was going on, a deep gash was cut on his body, and blood spurted out instantly. Wanmin staggered her steps, and the position of the star points changed. A large section of Zhang Fu's left leg was cut off. A piece of flesh and blood, "Ah..." Mandarin Fu yelled. Wanmin didn't give him a chance to escape, so she struck again, this time stabbing his throat. Mandarin Fu fell to the ground with a sword piercing his throat.
No one cares about who wins and who loses, and no one cares about the person lying on the ground. In the Chimiao Peak Pavilion, Xiao Huan said to the direction of Shashan: "Tie Zhang, the stubborn man's action is not serious. I hope that Iron Leader will forgive me." "Hahaha." In the Chashan Pavilion, Tie Luohan laughed and said: "Master Xiao is serious in his words. He is just a waste. If you die, just die. It seems that I, Chashan, will not be able to enjoy this place in Shihuishan District."
Many disciples were alarmed by what was happening in front of them. The Lianzhuang war was really a life-and-death battle. Looking at the corpses lying in the field, the people who were still alive just now lost their lives, but their own sect not only ignored them, but Chashan What a bunch of lunatics, cold-blooded lunatics.
Li Ziwen called Mu Ziyun many times, but Mu Ziyun was so stunned that he didn't hear him. It was Feng Jing who pinched Mu Ziyun's arm that woke him up.
"Master, what did you say?" "You go!" "Go? Where?" Li Ziwen shook his head angrily: "Go and play!"
"Ah? Oh oh oh...disciple understands" Mu Ziyun stood up in a hurry. "Don't hold back, defeat her" "Yes"
Mu Ziyun jumped into the field and landed in front of Wanmin, "Huh?" Mu Ziyun looked at the body on the ground suspiciously. It turned out that he had been looking at the woman on the other side of Chashan and didn't even know what was happening on the field. Looking at his opponent again, "Huh? Is it you?"
The atmosphere outside the field instantly reached a high point. Each sect was finally going to see the legendary 'monster'. Everyone was watching the field with bated breath. They needed to authenticate with their own eyes. The result of the authentication would determine the measures they were about to take. The people of Qingfeng Mountain felt quite pressured by their actions. However, this moment has come. Qingfeng Mountain has no ability to provoke war and is unwilling to abandon such talents.
"It's him!" Fuhu grabbed the table in the Linlu Peak Pavilion, "Why didn't you tell me earlier? If I had known earlier, I would have gotten rid of him in advance."
In the Luoye Sect's pavilion, the face under the silver-black mask became more and more ferocious. He wanted to see how far the person he wanted to cut into pieces was now.
In the Hundred Refining Art of Arms, Song Hua said to Luqiu Gongliang: "This kid has been looking at Shashanna. Hey, I'm really convinced."
"Why is it him?" Pan Xiaowen's voice was a little disappointed. She hoped that the senior sister would win, but inexplicably hoped that nothing would happen to the two of them.
Wan Min clenched the sword in her hand angrily, bit her lip inadvertently, and stared hard at the guy who was about to duel with her, pretending to have just recognized her. Mu Ziyun didn't pay attention to Wanmin's expression, and glanced in the direction of Chashan involuntarily. Wanmin saw Muziyun's unconcerned look, and then followed his eyes, finally seeing the woman in the pavilion of Chashan, "You..." Wanmin pointed her sword at Mu Ziyun, her pretty face turned red, "How dare you...be careful, I will kill you."
Mu Ziyun turned around, as if he hadn't heard what Wan Min just said, rolled up his sleeves and said: "Hurry up and finish it, uh, Qingshan Mountain Mu Ziyun, please give me some advice."
Wanmin glared at Mu Ziyun fiercely, raised her sword and pounced on him.
