Zhuo Yanfei looked solemn: "Situ, my girl did not become famous by letting Mu Luosheng step on her!"

How old is Qing Qing? Zhuo Yanfei has high hopes for her. When they usually have martial arts competitions between their brothers, he would give them a few words of advice, telling everyone to know the importance of taking action and not to damage Qing Qing's confidence.

Situ Qingshuang nodded: "I will win."

Mu Qingyun has only been practicing martial arts for half a year. Although he is good at martial arts, his internal strength is still weak. Xu Ping is the youngest daughter of the Xu family and is only seventeen this year.

A seventeen-year-old girl has not even reached the subtle realm. She can reach the semi-finals. Even she feels that this must be a metaphysical event.

I don’t know what happened, but all the way she fought, all her opponents stretched their hips.

She met almost every guy who came to hang out in the entire Anbang Dingguo Competition.

There are only two famous opponents that she can't win.

One man was vomiting and having diarrhea before going on stage, and his legs were weak. After only two moves on the stage, he quickly gave up and rushed back to show his respect.

The other one was even more unlucky. After leaving the dormitory, everyone went to the martial arts field. Suddenly, he received a message from his junior sister, saying that her husband had eloped with his cousin and that he had now left the city gate.

Situ Qingshuang flew backwards, hit the guardrail, vomited a mouthful of blood, and fell to the ground. He struggled to get up twice, but couldn't help but vomited two more mouthfuls of blood. His vision went dark and he lost consciousness.

"Xu Ping, the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold, you can do it!"

On the ring, Situ Qingshuang's sword suddenly became extremely quiet.

"...What an amazing soft gold armor!" Zhuo Yanfei whispered softly, turning her head suddenly to look at Mu Qingyun and Xu Ping.

For a moment, the sword light was so sharp that even Zhuo Yanfei closed his eyes in the stands.

"become."

After dressing neatly and moving around a little, Mu Qingyun was still as light as a swallow and quickly set off to draw lots.

Zhuo Yanfei closed his eyes.

"got windy."

So not afraid of death?

Early the next morning, Mu Qingyun got up. Chen Yi first fed her until she was six to seven full, and then went to bring her a new set of clothes.

Mu Qingyun suddenly drew his sword and shouted softly: "An De Yitian Sword, cross the sea and kill the long whale!"

Mu Qingyun's expression was solemn. He saw Xu Ping's feint move, which instantly turned into a killing move, with murderous intent. The long sword shook slightly, and it stuck to the sword in an instant, sending Xu Ping off the ring with her sword.

A trace of blood oozed from the corner of his mouth, and his chest split open, revealing a silvery light inside.

This was a good time. She didn't have the heart to fight, so she left Xu Ping and rushed to beat her husband.

There is nothing wrong with the purpose of stabilizing the country.

Zhuo Yanfei looked down at her, covered her face with her hands, and sighed.

The sword light on the arena dispersed, but Mu Luosheng was still standing.

I saw a 'thunder' attached to the sword body, and all of Situ Qingshuang's energy and spirit were raised to the limit at this time, turning into this earth-shattering move.

He didn't tell Qingqing not to win against Xu Ping.

I heard that this woman beat her husband into a pig's head, and also beat her uncle, brother-in-law, aunt-in-law, aunt-in-law, and various friends and relatives who were helping her husband until their noses were black and their faces were swollen.

Mu Qingyun knew at a glance that this was done by Chen Yi and several senior sisters. The knotting method was Chen Yi's usual habit.

Mu Qingyun laughed and lowered his voice: "Senior Sister Xu?"

At this time, the martial arts arena was already crowded with people inside and outside.

Several historians laughed and wrote a few sentences carefully in the Spring and Autumn style. Finally, they praised the competition for second place and friendship first.

"Who will win? There are various possibilities on the battlefield. Zhang Qingqing's Baiyun Sword and Xu Ping's Xujia Sword are both majestic and righteous swords, and both are excellent."

Xu Ping was promoted with a sullen expression, not happy at all.

In an arena match like this, the winner or loser is clear at a glance. What does the referee do? It is to ensure that no matter the winner or loser in the arena, all arms and legs are still alive.

Anyway, Xu Ping's current level is really not comparable to Tongmu Luosheng.

It is indeed a heavy responsibility. If you meet a warrior as cunning as Mu Qingyun, you will lose a lot of hair.

Mu Qingyun strode onto the stage, turned around and saw various banners being displayed one after another in the stands.

Anyway, it’s just a bunch of stuff that looks very professional, but is almost the same as Cheluluo’s talk.

In the early morning of autumn, the wind was already a bit chilly to the bone.

Who knows that although Mu Qingyun only likes to use one trick, it can change in countless ways and is difficult to figure out. Every time he acts as a referee for her, he must concentrate on it and not dare to neglect for a moment.

Mu Qingyun got the nickname "Yiye Zhiqiu" after fighting a Qinggong master from Yanzimen.

The full house of spectators roared at the sight.

In recent games, the audience's sense of participation has been obviously much stronger than at the beginning.

The competition has progressed to this point, and all the outstanding players have their own loyal fans.

The thunder wrapped around the long sword, rolled up whirlpools, and whizzed away, as if no matter who was on the opposite side, they would be completely buried.

Not long after, Zhuo Yanfei stood up suddenly, no longer relaxed at all, and looked at the other arena, with a hint of nervousness in his eyes.

Xu Ping smiled, and the Xu family's swordsmanship was greatly improved. It was her, a woman who wielded it, and she was full of aura.

She couldn't help but smile: "Not bad, very light."

Xu Ping sat obediently on the pony, the seventeen-year-old girl still had a childish look on her face.

"One leaf knows the autumn, and you will win!"

The warriors in the stands, as well as those from the competition committee, looked at each other, tried their best to suppress the twitching of the corners of their mouths, and acted seriously.

boom!

Zhuo Yanfei's face suddenly lost all color.

She really couldn't understand why any man dared to fall in love with a real martial arts master?

Mu Qingyun successfully drew Xu Ping.

It has no value at all.

Most of the people in Zhaocheng were sitting in the stands.

Mu Luo grew up and exhaled: "What a powerful sword!"

Sew two more layers of lining on the inside to avoid abrading the skin.

When reporters came to interview, even historians and historians, they looked calm.

Xu Ping understood: "Twenty moves?"

It was the referee who brought up the topic first at that time, saying that Mu Qingyun has a delicate mind and excellent eyesight, and can see through all the weaknesses of his opponent at a glance, which can be said to tell the world with a single leaf!

The referee's words were obviously a compliment, but actually a bit of a complaint.

Countless spectators shouted excitedly.

What kind of tricks each contestant has, what unique little moves they will make on the field, and even all kinds of gossip outside the field have become hot topics.

Warriors from all over the place gathered.

The two people fought together instantly, the sword light flashed, like a dream, like a rainbow intersecting with the sun, everything was tense and dangerous.

"Hey, I hope it never comes in handy."

At the end of each game, these spectators would get together and analyze the situation in a similar manner.

There is a layer of light and soft thread armor sewn inside the new clothes, which is made of extremely elastic metal wires.

As soon as the sword came out, it was like a silver sword running through the galaxy, just in time to stop Xu Ping's sword.

"Come on Zhang Qingqing!"

He didn't say anything after all.

Zhuo Yanfei: "No need to wait until tomorrow."

The competition committee immediately announced that the final battle of the Anbang National Championships would begin in ten minutes.

Mu Qingyun came down from the ring, passed Mu Luosheng naturally, and got onto the big ring in the center first.

Zhuo Yanfei took a deep breath and whispered: "Can I find an excuse to kill this kid now?"
Chapter completed!