The longer the two of them fight, the more frustrated Ming Yuan becomes, and the more flexible Jing Xin's moves become. Seeing that Ming Yuan was forced to avoid it. Three or four more moves and he will be knocked out. Just when everyone thought the outcome was decided, Ming Yuan suddenly gave up his defense and still used his only move to point directly at Jing Xin's lower abdomen. This was a move that would kill him. Jing Xin Ruo tried his best not to defend himself. Ming Yuan's move One of his hands may be lost, and Jing Xin may be injured, but Ming Yuan will definitely be injured more seriously, and may even withdraw from the competition directly.
But Jing Xin dodged to the side without hesitation, and the two people's bodies changed. Before Jing Xin could stand still, Ming Yuan turned around and pointed again. From this moment on, Jing Xin's offensive turned into defensive. Ming Yuan kept using techniques that would hurt both sides, forcing Jing Xin to dodge up and down.
The two men fought like this for nearly sixty rounds, and Jing Xin was gradually forced to retreat. If she continued to dodge, Ming Yuan would catch the opportunity sooner or later. It would be impossible for both parties to fight, so Jing Xin simply calmed down and waited until Ming Yuan's finger came towards her left shoulder. Jing Xin stood still. He fixed the position and suddenly threw out the whip in his right hand, hitting Ming Yuan's choked throat. If he was hit, even if his left shoulder was injured, the winner would be determined by then.
Just when no one expected the sudden change, Saint Qianqiu was about to take action when she was held down by the people around her. At this moment, Ming Yuan suddenly swung the finger of her left hand to the left, flew a foot horizontally to the right, and stretched out two fingers of her right hand to directly touch Jing Xin's heart. Then Ming Yuan's body continued to fall to the right uncontrollably.
In the flash of lightning, both figures stopped. Jingxin's chest rose and fell, and a thin layer of sweat appeared on his face. He stared blankly at what he was saying and then said to himself, as if asking Ming Yuan: "Is your fingering technique more than just this one?"
Ming Yuan patted the dust on his body and stood up from the ground with a smile: "Of course there is more than one move. Have you ever seen a Kung Fu that only has one move? Miss Jing, you have failed."
Jing Xin repeated in disbelief: "I lost? I actually lost? Did you do it on purpose? Even if you were injured in the beginning, you still only used one move just for the last chance to defeat me!"
Ming Yuan's smile became even brighter and she nodded: "The battle between two people is naturally based on skill, but if you want to win by surprise, you need to know yourself and the enemy. I know that you are talented and intelligent and have a very high level of understanding. The fingering techniques I have obtained are not guaranteed to beat your whipping techniques. Sure, but I have the momentum to move forward. You are obsessed with the position of the saint, and you are not willing to fight with me. You will lose both sides. You are afraid that you will have no chance against Ye Qingcheng himself in the future. From the first time I counterattacked you, you have already lost. ”
Saint Qianqiu looked back at the person holding him down and said, "Mr. Zhuge, did you expect this? I don't know Yuan'er as well as you."
The man laughed and said: "When the two parties are fighting, the focus is on the heart!"
This man has a face like a crown jade, holding a large goose feather fan in his hand. Although he is wearing a Taoist robe, he looks like an alchemist.
Saint Qianqiu smiled lightly: "When did Mr. Zhuge come back? Why are you still thinking about Yuan'er? A few days ago, I heard that Mr. Zhuge has entered the Buddhist world, and I feel sorry for the world. If people like Mr. really escape to the Buddhist world, what will happen? A big loss to Wulin.”
The man called Mr. Zhuge by the Qianqiu Saint is Zhuge Wencai who brought Ming Yuan up. Zhuge Wencai raised his head and said: "The saint is ridiculous. Ge is very nostalgic for this colorful world. How can he be willing to stay in the empty gate for a long time. However, since ancient times, heroes have come out of our generation, and the time has passed as soon as they enter the world. The world is good, but the world is not good." "
"So, sir, are you coming to the National Religion this time to see Yuan'er's trial?"
"I am taking Ming Yuan away this time. Ming Yuan has no chance of becoming a saint."
Saint Qianqiu looked back at Ming Yuan on the stage, and replied with a smile: "This is not up to you sir."
On the ring, only Ye Qingcheng and Ming Yuan were left. Ming Yuan held Jing Xin's whip in his hand, waved it twice casually, and then got off the ring: "The whip is really a weapon suitable for women, but I But I’m not used to it. Miss Ye seems to only use a sword, right?”
Ye Qingcheng had been standing aside during the previous competition between the two, without moving a step. When Ming Yuan asked him, Ye Qingcheng took out the sword in his hand and looked at it: "I only use Taiyin."
Ming Yuan said with a smile: "It is true that the magic weapon can increase the strength a lot, but after using it for a long time, people will have a sense of dependence. If you don't have Taiyin in the future, how much fighting power will you still have?"
"Some people have said this to me, but it will be in the future if I don't have Taiyin in the future. Now I have it! You can't stop me with Taiyin in my hand. Although you won against Jingxin, you have also exposed your bottom. If you If you don’t leave the ring by yourself, I won’t show mercy.”
Ming Yuan finally stopped laughing after hearing Ye Qingcheng's indifferent words. She looked at Ye Qingcheng repeatedly, and then finally shook her head with a bitter smile: "I surrender!" After saying that, she floated off the ring. In the end, Ye Qingcheng won the second trial without even using a single move.
Ming Yuan walked a few steps and came to the side of Saint Qianqiu outside the palace gate: "This disciple has insulted the trust of the master and lost."
Saint Qianqiu didn't look back, looked at Zhuge Wencai and said, "You taught her this?"
Zhuge Wencai pretended to be surprised and said: "Saint Qianqiu, please don't wrongly blame a good person. How could I do such a thing? It's all because Yuan'er is not destined to be a saint. It's such a fate!"
Seeing Zhuge Wencai like this, Saint Qianqiu was almost about to get angry, but she seemed to have made a decision and turned around and said, "Really? That may not be the case."
Then Saint Qianqiu nodded towards the deacon, who immediately announced: "The winner of the second trial - Ye Qingcheng."
"Wait a minute..." Before the deacon finished speaking, doubts suddenly rang out from the crowd.
Three white-haired old men walked out from the crowd. The three old men saluted in front of the Qianqiu Saint. The Qianqiu Saint quickly returned the salute and said: "The three bosses of Sichuan and Sichuan are here, and they are welcome at a distance. Before the competition, we have never met." When I saw the three of them, I thought they were involved in important matters and couldn't come."
The leader of the three elders responded politely: "We three old men are used to idle clouds and wild cranes, but we still have to join in the fun of this state religion election. Unexpectedly, the disciples did not live up to expectations and lost the competition. However, I have something unclear to ask the saint for advice." female."
Saint Qianqiu nodded: "Please speak."
The old man turned around and said to Ye Qingcheng who was competing in the arena: "Little baby, let me ask you, is your silk scarf really taken from the wall of the previous Saintess' Palace?"
Once this question was asked, everyone had different expressions. Many people began to whisper and turned to look at the people in Yashan. Several people in Yashan looked at each other and turned to look at Qianqiu Saint. Qianqiu Saint's expression was a little strange, as if she was a little shocked, and she looked at the person next to her as if expected. Zhuge Wencai, only Zhuge Wencai's face turned red and white. After a while, he gritted his teeth and whispered: "Qianqiu, you old fox."
After hearing this, Saint Qianqiu seemed to be in a good mood, but she asked with a look of astonishment: "Why did Ba Lao say this? All silk scarves are made by famous people in the south of the Yangtze River. There is absolutely no way they are fake. Someone came and took Ye Qingcheng's silk scarf. Bring it up."
Not long after, a deacon hurriedly walked up with a silk scarf in his arms. He knelt down without saying anything and said, "Holy girl, my subordinates have neglected their duty and failed to find out that this silk scarf is not a property of the state religion."
Saint Qianqiu looked at the deacon but said nothing. He just took the scarf back from her hand, looked at it carefully for a long time, and finally sighed and said, "Ye Qingcheng, do you have anything to say?"
Ye Qingcheng didn't know the reason behind this and was about to speak. Someone from outside the crowd said loudly: "Don't blame the saint, it's my fault." As soon as he finished speaking, an old man walked in unhurriedly from outside.
Everyone on Yashan stood up hurriedly when they saw the man who had just walked out of the crowd: "Master!"
The person who came was Tianjisou Zhou Li. Zhou Li smiled and nodded at his apprentices and junior brothers, motioning them all to sit down. Then he said to Saint Qianqiu: "Zhou Li from Yashan Tianji Sect has seen the Saint. .”
Zhuge Wencai's face looked a little unnatural when he first saw Zhou Li. However, the expression of Qianqiu Saint Goddess did not change. When he was about to say something, the leader of the three elders of Sichuan and Sichuan said first: "Who am I? It turns out to be The head of Tianji Gate."
Zhou Li still smiled and said: "The three elders are rare."
The man who was called Balao by the Qianqiu Saint snorted coldly: "What? The apprentice made a mistake, and you, the master, come out to overthrow him?"
Zhou Li shook his head and said: "I was wrong this time, and I will definitely give an explanation to the three of you afterwards. But there is no need for the three elders to be angry. Your disciples did not lose in the competition with Ye Qingcheng, but because of the skills of the saint's disciples." One step ahead. Let's do this. Ye Qingcheng quits this time. I will take her back to Yashan to think about her past behind closed doors and stir up trouble in the election of the state religion. Yashan Tianjimen will let the state religion do whatever it takes. Although Jingxin did not lose because of me in Yashan this time, Yashan is okay. Promise to the three elders, as long as my Tianji Sect can fulfill it, I will do whatever it takes."
Saint Qianqiu nodded, and then said to the three elders of Sichuan and Sichuan: "Ba Lao, what do you think?"
The three elders of Sichuan and Sichuan exchanged glances with each other, and finally the one at the beginning said: "Everything depends on the Holy Lady. As for the request that Tianji Sect agrees to, we will go to Yashan afterwards to make trouble, and Zhou Sect Chief will not do it. Don’t admit it.”
Zhou Li laughed: "That's very good. Since I agreed in front of all the heroes in the world, I will never break my promise and get rich."
Ba Lao did not answer. He raised his hands to Qianqiu Saint and said, "Since we have settled matters here, we old men will take our leave. If Qianqiu Saint has time, you are welcome to come to Bashu as a guest."
"Slow down! Third elder, go slowly, I have one more thing to discuss. I think this girl Jingxin is outstanding. Although she lost this time, it is not all her fault. Should the third elder consider letting this girl join our national religion? Although she cannot become a saint, The position of a woman, but under the saint, there are thirty-six religious positions to choose from. I heard that the three elders do not have a sect, I wonder if you are willing?"
