"That's all!"
Wang Qiang scratched his head and replied with some embarrassment: "Because I have no retreat or choice."
Nalan Ruoyu looked at the embarrassed expression on his face and said quietly: "Dare to think and dare to do is the key. Don't let your enemy get confused now! The most difficult thing in this world is choice."
"If you clear your mind right now and don't think about anything, no matter what danger you encounter, just try your best to cut out the sword in your hand... Have you ever practiced swordsmanship with Ping An these days? "
For some reason, Nalan Ruoyu suddenly remembered Li Xiuyuan's snow-cutting sword technique.
"I heard Ping An say that he and Xiao Ling'er were using bamboo leaves before. These days, he is practicing his sword alone in the snow. I am busy with my own practice and have no time to do anything to him."
Wang Qiang thought about Ping An standing alone in the snow for an hour with a bamboo sword. He couldn't help but feel funny. He looked at Nalan Ruyu and replied softly.
Nalan Ruyu was startled and blurted out: "Is that so? That's really a pity..."
After saying this, he shook his head with Wang Qiang, turned around and walked out, leaving only a soft sigh, leaving Wang Qiang alone in the wind.
He didn't understand what this pity meant, and he thought a little nervously, could it be because he failed to win the competition with Miss Chen last time, or because he failed to practice swordsmanship with Ping An?
Looking at the figure that was gradually disappearing into the snow and mist, he suddenly asked: "Yuzun, is it possible that the swordsmanship practiced by Ping An is better than that of my master?"
Nalan Ruoyu did not look back and responded quietly: "Who knows?"
Wang Qiang covered his forehead with his hand and said in a daze: "What did I miss? Master has locked Ping An in the mountain these days and hasn't let him out?!"
"I'm not your master, how would I know... think about how to win the current competition!" From a distance, Nalan Ruoyu's cold voice came.
Wang Qiang sighed, clenched his fists slightly, walked around the snow forest in front of him, and walked towards the square that was already bustling with people.
Seeing that the battle was about to begin, the elders and disciples of Tianyun Mountain moved their chairs to the square one after another, sat in the temporary shed, holding a cup of hot tea in their hands, and argued fiercely about the competition that was about to begin today.
Some unwilling disciples even started betting among themselves.
The Sword Master, who had not left the mountain for a long time, also changed into a clean green shirt, followed the headmaster solemnly, and sat under the eaves of the main hall with several other Masters.
Ouyang Chongming of Snowfield Holy Land this time no longer went alone, but came with an elder who was slightly younger than him, as well as more than twenty talented disciples of Snowfield Holy Land.
No one wants to miss such a moment, and the disciples on both sides hope that their side can win the competition in front of them.
When it was almost past time, Yuan Zun, who was presiding over the competition, stood up and shouted loudly. The noisy crowd in the square suddenly became quiet, waiting for Yuan Zun to explain.
"The competition lasts for three days and ten games in total, and four games will be held on the last day... The winning team does not need to make substitutions. If Tianyun Holy Land loses, Loulan City's ten-year enshrinement will return to Snowfield Holy Land... ..."
Yuan Zun looked at the thousands of people in the square and quietly explained the rules of the competition.
"What if we win? How can the Snowfield Holy Land compensate us?"
Nalan Ruoyu, who was sitting next to the headmaster, looked at Ouyang Chongming who lowered his eyebrows and said nothing, and asked coldly.
Ouyang Chongming was startled, opened his eyes casually, looked at Nalan Ruoyu and sighed softly.
He said quietly: "If we lose, Snow City under the snow will also be managed by Tianyun Mountain for ten years. What are the conditions?"
"Not enough!" Nalan Ruoyu immediately refused: "Who doesn't know that Loulan City is richer than your Snow White City? How can a small Snow White City compare with the ancient city of Loulan?"
"Yuzun said it well, how does Baixue City compare with Loulan City?" Sword Master sitting aside also said.
Ouyang Chongming glanced at the two of them, shook his head and sighed.
He continued: "Not long ago, a volcano suddenly erupted in the hinterland of the Snowy Mountains. It is estimated that we can enter after it cools down in the spring... It is said that there is an ancient ruins under the volcano..."
Seeing everyone's stunned look, Ouyang Chongming finally breathed a sigh of relief.
He said proudly: "If Tianyun Holy Land wins, we will provide you with an exploration quota, and then you will join the four holy places to enter and explore together..."
"Is there such a good thing? What if we get the opportunity? Is it possible that we have to hand it over to the Snowfield Holy Land?"
Upon hearing that there were ancient ruins, Nalan Ruoyu immediately became interested.
"Snowfield Holy Land will only charge 20% of the chance. This is the same for all three Holy Lands. I will never deceive you!"
Ouyang Chongming looked at Nalan Ruoyu and said quietly: "It's just that there is a requirement to enter the realm of monks. Only disciples under the realm of refining the void can enter!"
"Why is this?" At this point, even the headmaster couldn't help but frown.
"I don't understand either. I just heard from the headmaster that there is a natural magic circle in that forbidden area. No monk above Lianxu can enter it. Even our Snowfield Holy Land cannot send out higher-level disciples. "
"In that case, what are the conditions between you and the other two Holy Lands? You won't give this place away for free, right?"
Nalan Ruoyu always felt something was wrong, so she asked aloud.
"The ruins are in the Snowfield Holy Land and belong to us. Naturally, it is impossible to give them away for free. Our bid is 300,000 spirit stones, or a magic weapon worth 300,000 spirit stones..."
Nalan Ruoyu's heart skipped a beat and she couldn't help but chuckle. It was difficult for others to do this, but it was hard for her disciple.
At this point, she felt relieved and waved her hand and said: "Then let's start the competition. We agree to this condition!" After saying that, she looked at the headmaster and made a gesture.
The headmaster was stunned, thinking that since there was such an opportunity, he could give it a try.
Then he looked at Yuan Zun and said: "In that case, let's announce the start of the first game!"
Yuan Zun looked at Ouyang Chongming and asked: "Then there will be one in the morning and two in the afternoon. Do you have any objections?"
Ouyang Chongming shook his head and replied quietly: "But it depends on Yuan Zun's arrangement."
At this moment, a young man dressed in white walked up from the side. His face was like a snow lotus on a high mountain. Even many female disciples in Tianyun Mountain were compared with him.
The man who was walking slowly stood quietly beside Ouyang Chongming. He did not speak and just stared coldly at the high platform on the square in the main hall.
Ouyang Chongming was stunned and introduced to Yuan Zun: "This is my Snowfield Holy Land, Ouyang Xuan, the direct disciple of the headmaster!"
Ouyang Xuan, who was dressed in white robes, saluted Jishou and said lightly: "Ouyang Xuan has met the headmaster and all the venerable elders!"
The headmaster and the four masters returned the gift and waited for Yuan Zun to arrange the next competition.
Wang Qiang stood quietly outside the crowd, watching the movements in the main hall on the square.
No one here has noticed him since he lost three games against Miss Chen. Many disciples in the sect believed that the senior brother's name was not worthy of his real name, and he was afraid that he would not be able to defeat the genius of the Snowy Holy Land in front of him.
"It is now announced that the competition has begun, with one person from each side... In order to ensure fairness, the male and female monks compete separately. I hope both sides will finish the competition without hurting the other's life!"
Yuan Zun looked at the thousands of people in the square, cleared his throat and said in a solemn voice.
"I'm afraid this won't be easy to handle. Once you start taking action, everyone will be blind, so they will inevitably get hurt!"
Ouyang Chongming, who was sitting under the eaves of the main hall, suddenly said something coldly.
"Then there's no need to fight life and death, right?" Yuan Zun turned around, looked at him and said coldly.
"Then... I hope both parties will have good luck!" This time, Ouyang Chongming did not say anything.
Ouyang Xuan, who was standing next to him, frowned slightly, as if he was dissatisfied with Ouyang Chongming's words, but did not say it out loud.
In the tense silence, jeering voices suddenly sounded from the crowd.
To the surprise of the Tianyun Mountain monks, the first person to ascend the martial arts platform was not the senior brother of Tianyun Mountain, but a young monk from the Snowfield Holy Land.
The monk was about twenty-five years old, with a faint smile on his handsome face. He was wearing a brand-new monk's robe and a pair of sandals on his feet.
At a glance, it can be seen that the young monk has enough respect for this competition. Not only has he changed into a brand new monk's robe, but also new shoes.
The disciples of Tianyun Mountain for several years looked at him together and saw that there was not even a bit of snow mud on the monk's feet.
The monk standing on the high platform was like a holy snowflake on the snow mountain, with his eyebrows lowered, waiting for the disciples from Tianyun Mountain to come up.
"I'll fight this one!"
While everyone was hesitating, a voice sounded from among the disciples of Tianyun Mountain. The master looked up and saw that it was Song Yunfeng, a disciple of Yuan Zun from Tianxuan Hall.
Like the monks on the high platform, Song Yunfeng, who was twenty years old, also practiced at the fifth level of Void Refining.
The disciples in the Snowfield Holy Land did not cheer for their senior brother, and the disciples in Tianyun Mountain also watched quietly as Song Yunfeng, dressed in a green shirt, walked towards the high platform.
Step by step, Song Yunfeng, who climbed up to the high platform, clasped his fists and said, "Song Yunfeng, a disciple of Tianyun Mountain, please give me your advice."
"The poor monk Ruoli has seen the genius of Tianyun Mountain." The monk Ruoli nodded lightly, and then took a few steps back.
At this moment, suddenly a disciple from the Snowfield Holy Land shouted: "Senior Brother Ruoli, strike faster and kill him with one sword!"
With a bang, the disciples of Snowfield Holy Land angered the disciples of Tianyun Mountain.
A disciple in the square shouted: "Senior Brother Song, don't be polite if you insult my Holy Land. I'll kill you with one sword."
The flames of war between the two sides broke out at the first moment. Before any action was taken on the stage, it had already reached a fever pitch in the audience.
"Anyone who offends my Tianyun Holy Land will be punished no matter how far away!"
"Senior Brother Ruoli, don't rush to kill him. Cut off his hands and feet first to let the monks in Xuanwu Continent know that anyone who offends the Holy Land of Snowfield will not end well!"
The headmaster and others under the eaves of the main hall frowned. Before they even took action, they were out of their control!
On the high platform, Ruoli looked at Song Yunfeng and said quietly: "Do the disciples of Tianyun Mountain only yell?"
"Master, please!" Song Yunfeng's face turned cold and he said quietly: "Don't let the voices of superiors and inferiors disturb your state of mind."
Ruoli nodded and said leisurely without taking it seriously: "Then let's hurry up and don't waste everyone's time."
As he said that, he already had the long sword in his hand, pointed it at Song Yunfeng, and said, "Please make a move!"
...
The competition stage at the foot of the mountain was already tense. Meng Shentong in the bamboo shed at the top of the bamboo peak was leisurely pouring snow water and making tea.
Looking at the bursts of green light coming from the cave, he murmured to himself: "You have to come out quickly. You may be able to turn things around at this last moment."
Although the old man was not willing to let his precious disciple take action, when he heard that the other party wanted to take away Loulan City for ten years, it was an absolute no-no in both the headmaster's and his eyes.
Even if he tried hard to expose Li Ju Xiuyuan to the public, he would not watch the Snowfield Holy Land snatch Loulan City away from Tianyun Mountain.
Even if it is only ten years, it is not possible.
After all, the first ten years would be followed by the second and third ten years. He would risk his own life and never let the Snowfield Holy Land conspiracy succeed.
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