"The little sect master of Huijian Sect is here, so it should be fine."

Several elders on the competition committee felt nervous ever since they found out that Mu Luosheng had signed up.

The face of our Ming Dynasty is almost in the hands of a few of them, as old as dead wood.

I was so scared that I didn't sleep for half the night. I wrote letters to my old friends all night long, and shamelessly registered the name of the current little sect leader of Huijian Sect without even saying a word to Huijian Sect.

There was nothing I could do, the other masters were so high up and so far away that they couldn't reach them for a while. I didn't know if the other masters were in retreat, studying new moves, or were busy with other important matters.

Alas, their younger generation of masters are not enough.

The speed of cultivation is too slow.

His Highness the Crown Prince decided to defeat the declining army. In addition to the older generation taking charge, he also recruited many young warriors as vanguards every year.

The number of restricted areas in the country is increasing at an extremely fast rate, and it is all thanks to the sacrifices of the soldiers that they can barely seal them tightly.

Thinking about the common people in the past few decades, in those precarious days, even an old man like him with one leg buried in the loess wanted to contribute to the common people of the world.

It's just that the Ming Dynasty has been a kingdom of heaven since ancient times, so what is the Three Island Kingdom?

It happened that at this time, almost all the young masters who were doing morning exercises in the martial arts field were suppressed by Mu Luosheng. They were all timid and as embarrassed as chickens caught in the heavy rain.

Sun Zhixin's face felt like it was burning, and he was so angry that his heart ached.

In the past, the disciples were used to playing such games in the martial arts arena. The first word of Chen Yi's words was a little hesitant, but after he said it, it was natural and magnanimous.

"That little sect master can even fight in the Pohuan Realm without defeat, and he can still beat Mu Luosheng."

Situ Qingshuang, the little sect leader of Huijian Sect, has been wandering around Yuncheng, Changxian and Zhaocheng recently. At least he seems to be relatively leisurely.

They will only know that a person from the Three Islands Kingdom, on the ground of the Ming Kingdom, overpowered hundreds of famous experts and took away the gold medal.

The young disciples may not be able to see clearly for a while, but the old people felt bad as soon as Si Le appeared. Sure enough, Si Le's swordsmanship looked very good, but the moment he drew his sword, he was affected by Mu Luosheng.

Get involved in someone else's sword.

Several old people frowned, looked heavy, and stopped talking.

Mu Luosheng actually ended up.

Although seeing through it does not mean being able to crack it when you actually get started, after all, sometimes you know it is a flaw, but the martial arts are far different, and there is nothing you can do about it.

How to defeat such a master?

Chen Yi said angrily: "What's so great? None of our top guys participated. Even if he wins, it doesn't mean anything."

As a twenty-two-year-old young man, life is just beginning. How can he have the foundation to seek truth?

"The little sect master of Huijian Sect is still just a humble person."

Chen Yi was startled for a moment, then understood, raised his breath, and said with a smile: "Qingqing, those are the disciples of Mishima Nation's Quasi-Saint Wood Eleven, and the rookie disciples of Moon Palace, what do you think of their swordsmanship?"

"This kid is still a little young."

In the silence, Si Le came out of the guest room not far away and walked onto the martial arts arena without saying a word, despite Mu Luosheng's sword energy.

In the stands, Sun Zhixin stood up suddenly, took a step forward, and frowned.

Damn it, if that's true, he won't have the shame to be buried in his ancestral grave in the future, for fear of being hammered to death by his ancestors again.

Those young people from the Apricot Blossom Forest in northern Jiangsu actually saw Mu Luosheng's sword pointing at them. They didn't care that they were still thousands of miles away, so they accidentally dropped their swords and ran away.

Clean and tidy.

The senior brother of Yuegong frowned, and several elderly people were also a little helpless.

For a moment, everyone felt uncomfortable, and many of the participating warriors couldn't help but feel discouraged.

Several members of the organizing committee sitting next to him also looked a little heavy.

Suddenly, Mu Luo came alive, his sword was like thunder, as fast as lightning, and the eighty-pound heavy sword was in his hand like an arm, sometimes as heavy as a mountain, sometimes as agile as the wind.

Before the others arrived, he suddenly drew his sword, stood up, and a set of "Thirteen Swords of the Moon Palace" that the direct disciples of the Moon Palace must learn poured out like flowing clouds, and the sword light rushed towards Mu Luosheng.

The common people don't care whether their masters are there or not, and they don't care that Mu Luosheng is a quasi-sage disciple with outstanding talent, and he is a genius of this generation.

Chen Yi immediately stopped, gently pulled his junior sister, walked to the edge of the martial arts arena, and said eagerly: "Quick, take a closer look."

His martial arts is also among the best among the younger generation. When he is brought to the arena, he may be able to kill Mu Luosheng with such arrogance.

Sun Zhixin knows.

These elderly people are actually quite good. They are old and have mastered the art of cultivating their qi. They are angry and angry, but they can still sit still. However, the group of young people present are so embarrassed that they have been thrown into the house and their hearts are burning with hatred.

A chilling air came over me.

Mu Qingyun blinked and winked at Chen Yi.

Having said that, in the eyes of ordinary people, this is a great humiliation.

She works as a sparring partner in the sect, and her most famous skill is that she can see through other people's moves at a glance.

The young disciples around him cheered loudly.

Mu Luosheng raised the heavy sword as if there was no one around.

Sun Zhixin said in astonishment: "When did he reach the 'realm of seeking truth'? How old is this guy?"

If the two people were really fighting now, and Si Le made a move, defeat would have been decided.

Since Mu Qingyun joined the martial arts gym, except for Sun Feifei, who is very hostile, everyone else has been very enthusiastic.

In an instant, the strong wind blew, causing the bricks and stones on the martial arts field to shake.

Of course, the atmosphere of their martial arts school is good, but what's more important is that she has value that people can see.

But I have to say that this ability is indeed somewhat impressive in the eyes of many disciples in the martial arts school.

"Don't worry, it seems like he has just started seeking truth."

All the senior brothers and sisters from Yuncheng Martial Arts Hall stared at him with stern eyes.

Mu Qingyun: "..."

Si Le was also shocked. His expression was solemn, and he was obviously planning to get rid of this force field control. But the more eager he was, the more he wanted to get rid of it, the deeper he got trapped in it.

As he spoke, the atmosphere in the martial arts arena became solemn.

Just thinking about the possibility that people from the Three Islands Country could win a gold medal in an event held by themselves, with the four words "An Bang Ding Guo" engraved on the gold medal, made him feel numb.

Chen Yi gritted his teeth: "No, if we continue like this, our people will not go to the competition field tomorrow. They will all be scared and lose their energy. By then, they will not be able to hold their weapons steadily, and they will be useless."

Mu Qingyun can tell you the flaws and flaws in the moves after just looking at them for a while, and they usually make sense.

Just thinking about it will make everyone present feel chilled to the bone.

The surrounding senior brothers and sisters also gathered around as usual, with relaxed expressions, pointing towards the martial arts arena, chatting and laughing, and the cooperation was tacit, without any trace of intentionality.

Mu Qingyun smiled and said: "Mu Luosheng's swordsmanship is really good. Tsk, it's almost perfect. Hey, this move is good. It's just that the strength of his left leg didn't keep up with it, and the sword move was three points lighter. But I can't blame him for this."

, it’s a matter of sunlight, it just shines in his eyes.”

"Ah, this move is not quite right. He must have simplified it randomly on his own, and for a moment his chest was exposed."

"This move is getting better. It's simple and clear. Well, there shouldn't be a combo here. It's obviously unskilled. Now, it must have missed a flaw."
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