The next day, the qualifying competition among the top 100 disciples also kicked off.
It was rare that there was no competition of his own today. After Qingya got up early and had a bye, he came to Liuyun Square and wandered aimlessly, hoping to learn more about other people's strength levels so that he could be prepared for future matches. .
"What are you doing? Wandering around like a headless fly."
Hearing Hua Qing'er's voice behind him, Qing Ya turned around, only to find that there was nothing behind him. When he turned his head back, there was a thud, and his nose happened to hit Hua Qing'er's forehead.
Feeling a sharp pain at the tip of his nose, Qingya covered his nose. Despite this, the wings of his nose could not stop feeling sore, and tears rolled down from his eyes uncontrollably.
"Oh, I'm going to die. Why did you turn around all of a sudden?"
Hua Qing'er covered her forehead and was about to complain when she saw Qing Ya squatting on the ground, covering her nose with tears streaming down her face. Seeing Qing Ya in such pain, Hua Qing'er immediately forgot about the pain in her forehead and squatted down to check his condition.
"Qingya, Qingya. What's wrong with you? I didn't mean it. Are you okay? Speak. Don't cry. It was my fault. I apologize to you. If you are injured, let's go to Yuheng Peak to see it. .”
Seeing Qing Ya still covering her nose without saying a word, Hua Qing'er couldn't help but become anxious.
"No, no, I'm fine. Sister Qing'er, don't worry, I'm fine." After the pain subsided a little, Qing Ya was finally able to speak.
Rubbing the bridge of his nose, Qingya explained, "It's nothing serious. It's just a bump on my nose. The tears flowed out by themselves. It's not me who cried. I didn't cry. Don't worry, I'm fine."
Seeing that Qingya was safe and sound, Hua Qing'er was relieved and took out a silk scarf from her arms, first wiped Qingya's tears, and then wiped her own wet eyes. After putting the scarf back into her arms, Hua Qing'er squatted in front of Qingya, lowered her head, and whispered, "I'm sorry, I wanted to tease you, but I didn't expect it to hurt you so much."
"Don't blame yourself. In fact, it doesn't hurt at all. It just looks serious on the surface. It must be very painful for you." Qingya raised his hand and gently rubbed Hua Qing'er's red and swollen forehead. .
"If you're okay, I'm okay too." Hua Qing'er untied a bunch of hair to cover the scar on her forehead.
"Look, you won't be able to see it this way. Get up quickly, there are some exciting competitions today that you can't miss."
"By the way, Sister Qing'er, do you know which disciples among the top 100 are stronger?" Qing Ya asked in Hua Qing'er's ear after standing up.
"You, you, on weekdays, apart from practicing, you also study. You are just like the nerds in the school at the foot of the mountain. You don't hear anything outside the window. After so many days of competition, you don't even understand the seed players." Whenever there is a chance, Hua Qing, The child will work hard to establish the image of a sister in front of Qingya.
"Come with me, I will take you to see the strength of those seed players." Hua Qing'er took Qing Ya's hand and walked to the easternmost arena.
"Here we are, look, this is Senior Brother Shen Bieyun from Tianshu, the main peak. His cultivation has reached the ninth level of Foundation Establishment. He is also the most popular dark horse to win the championship in this competition. Many seniors are optimistic about him." Hua Qing'er pointed to the ring. The man on the left said.
Following Hua Qing'er's direction, Shen Bieyun had a fair face and straight features. He was shaking the folding fan gently in his hand and was calm and composed. He really had the jade-like temperament of a stranger. No wonder there were many female disciples in the audience shouting slogans to cheer him on.
"It's not a big deal. He doesn't look as handsome as me." Although Shen Bieyun's cultivation level was higher than his fourth level, around Hua Qing'er, Qingya just didn't want to admit that others were better than herself.
Seeing that Qing Ya lacked confidence but still looked tough, Hua Qing'er covered her mouth and laughed softly: "I think you are envious of having so many junior sisters cheering him on."
"What do I have to envy? I don't care at all how many junior sisters he has to cheer for him. I just want you to cheer for me."
"You know you're not serious. Why are you staring at me? Go watch the game." Qing Ya's face burned when he stared at her, so Hua Qing'er turned his head away.
While the two were talking, the competition on the field had begun. Among the first one hundred disciples, every one is not an ordinary person, and the one with the lowest cultivation level has reached the fifth level of the foundation building stage.
The disciple on the right held a green long sword, and made three swishing sounds. As the long sword was swung, three sword lights went straight towards Shen Bieyun, and then he also tiptoed to the ground, and whirlwinds rose under his feet. A little green light flashed on the tip of the sword, and the whole person launched an attack on Shen Bieyun like a shooting star.
On the other side, Shen Bieyun calmly waved the folding fan forward in his hand. In an instant, a gust of wind whipped forward like a sea wave. The three sword rays collided with the strong wind and shattered. After shattering the sword rays, the strong wind continued unabated, drowning the following disciple like a tide.
With a snap, the disciple fell outside the ring, and the competition ended.
Shen Bieyun slapped the folding fan and said in a soft tone: "You are very good, but you met me by chance. I am far better than you in the use of wind power. You just hit the muzzle of the gun. Keep working hard. There is still a chance below. Climbed up."
"It is indeed a very strong opponent. If I meet him, the winning rate is less than 40%. However, this is definitely not his full strength. It seems that the next competition will be very difficult." Seeing Shen Bieyun's strength, Qingya could not help but Don't pay attention to this person.
"How is it? Isn't it very strong? You should be convinced now." Hua Qing'er said, holding Qing Ya's neck.
"Humph, you have some strength, but if you meet me, it will only end in ruins." Qingya was still speaking harshly.
"Just brag, hahaha. Let's go, I'll take you to see other people." After saying that, Hua Qing'er pulled Qingya away from the crowd.
On the ring to the west of the square, a woman wearing a sky-blue dress was holding a white long sword. The sword seemed to be carved from ice. The whole body was surrounded by mist. It looked like it was not ordinary at first glance.
She waved her long sword, and an ice wall erected in front of her, blocking the long whip from the opposite side. Then the sword light flashed again, and white sword light gradually condensed into ice and snow walls around the opposite side. , no matter how the man attacked, there was no damage at all. Eventually, the ice wall closed in, completely confining the opponent inside.
Click, the long sword was sheathed, and the white wall disappeared with a sound. The disciple opposite was covered in frost and was trembling all over at the moment.
"This one is the most powerful senior sister Jiang Ning among our new disciples of Tianxuan Peak. She has laid the foundation of cultivation since she was a child. The weapons in her hands are made of ten thousand years of black ice and meteorites that grow under the seabed of the Arctic ice. Forged from pure iron, it is their family's heirloom sword. It must be awesome." Speaking of her senior sister, Hua Qing'er also had pride on her face.
"She is indeed a beautiful girl from heaven, and she is also a great beauty." Qing Ya admired.
"Don't look at it. Didn't you just say you didn't care about others at all? Now you changed your mind when you saw a beautiful girl?" Hua Qing'er covered Qingya's eyes.
"Oh, I'm just complimenting her. Besides, in my eyes, Sister Qing'er is the most beautiful girl in the world. Of course I won't care about others."
"Well, what about Uncle Liu? She is much prettier than me." Hua Qing'er retracted her hands and said hesitantly.
"My master? How can you compare with her? She is an elder and completely different. I said you are thinking of some weird things in your little head." Qing Ya said while rubbing Hua Qing'er's hair. .
"Oh, don't mess it up. It's going to be troublesome to comb it again. You're a brat." Hua Qing'er patted Qingya's right hand that was ravaging her hair.
The top 100 disciples are indeed extraordinary. Can I really overcome the obstacles and fulfill Master's requirements? Qingya supported his chin with his right hand, thinking about the situations he might encounter in the subsequent competition. The fragrance of soap locust mixed with jasmine from Hua Qing'er's hair still remained in the palm of his hand.
