"Tianyi, what are you doing!" A cold shout came from the south. Everyone looked up and saw Li Yunxiang stood up in the stands a hundred feet away, staring at the place with wide eyes.
Li Tian was secretly happy when he saw this. When he came down the steps, he quickly bowed to Li Yunxiang and shouted: "Dad, I was kidding Junior Brother Li!"
Li Yunxiang snorted coldly, turned around and bowed his hands to Liang Wen in the audience, and said: "Junior brother Liang, the dog's education is incompetent. It's you who make the decision here today. Even if you teach him, don't give me face."
Liang Wen was a little frightened when he heard this. Li Yunxiang was very face-saving and protective of his shortcomings. He was just a young elder. How dare he teach his son a lesson in such a situation? He quickly raised his hand to Li Yunxiang and said: "Senior Brother Li, you are serious.
"Children are playing around, it's nothing, today's competition is the big deal."
Fang Yuxuan nodded at this time, waved his hand and said: "Junior Brother Li, please sit down first. Junior Brother Liang is right. It's just a kid playing around. Don't take it too seriously. Don't delay the martial arts competition."
Fang Yuxuan had already spoken, and Li Yunxiang had no choice but to sit down. Before sitting down, he did not forget to glare at Li Tianyi, thinking that he had embarrassed him.
Li Tianyi knew that there would be no benefit in quarreling with Li Qianmo, so he snorted and gritted his teeth: "Little waste, just wait for me, your life is mine." After saying that, he walked away, weaving in and out of the crowd.
After a few moments, he disappeared.
"This lunatic." Li Qianmo looked at Li Tianyi's back and snorted coldly.
At this time, Elder Liang's voice came from a distance: "Dear disciples participating in the competition, please note that this elder will preside over this sect competition. The finalist competition will be held today. Each disciple will go to the assigned venue according to the results of his/her lot and wait for a stick of incense.
The conference will officially begin after an hour."
As soon as he finished speaking, a disciple wearing a gray gown brought a golden beast incense burner and placed it on the red lacquer table. There was a stick of incense inserted in the burner, which had been lit. It swayed gently in the breeze and burned quickly.
Elder Liang Wen continued to speak louder: "While I have this little time, I will tell you the rules of the competition. You must keep them in mind and not violate them."
He cleared his throat and began to speak: "First, if the magic weapon is destroyed during the competition, it will be considered a loser!"
"Second, you must not maliciously injure your opponent during the competition. Otherwise, you will be disqualified from the competition. If the circumstances are serious, you will be severely punished according to the rules and will not be tolerated."
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By the time he finished talking about the rules, the incense had been burned, and the last handful of ashes was blown by the wind and fell into the incense burner.
"Okay, the time has come. Let's invite Elder Wen, Elder He, Elder Deng, and Elder Guan to come in separately to judge. After the judges enter, the competition will begin immediately."
As soon as Liang Wen finished speaking, four figures flew out from the high platform in the middle, each with their big sleeves fluttering in four directions. The judge of Li Qianmo's competition was Elder Wen. He looked to be in his thirties and had a short beard.
Less than an inch tall, with thick eyebrows and narrow eyes, and a serious look on his face.
Elder Wen flew directly to the ring and shouted loudly: "Disciples No. 1 and No. 2 enter the competition!"
I saw two people jumping out from the audience and falling onto the ring. One was a young man wearing a green scholar's shirt, and the other was a young girl in a lavender skirt.
Elder Wen retreated to the corner of the ring, and the two people in the ring saluted each other and announced their names.
"The calligraphy and painting pavilion is full of clouds and mohan."
"Wuyin Palace Ling Qingshuang."
After the two exchanged their names, they each offered their own magic weapon. Yun Mohan's magic weapon was a writing brush with an emerald green barrel that had an emerald luster. It was about a foot long and about the thickness of a thumb. Ling Qingshuang's magic weapon was an emerald bamboo flute, which was green in color.
There is a bunch of tassels hanging from the tail, and there is a shining pearl the size of a dove egg on it.
Fang Yuxuan, who was on the high platform, glanced at the four venues, his eyes stayed on this venue, and said with a smile: "I didn't expect to see disciples who have entered Taoism with my own skills at the beginning. It's great."
Li Yunxiang smiled and said: "It's indeed good, but the female disciple's flute is a magic weapon to fight against the enemy, but it has to be decorated with such a big pearl. It is really unreasonable."
Xiao Qingluan's face changed suddenly when he heard this. Ever since Li Yunxiang went to Wuyin Palace to propose marriage for his son and was rejected by Xiao Qingluan, the two of them have always been on the same page. They would make sarcastic remarks at each other if they had the slightest disagreement. Unexpectedly,
On such an important day today, he actually took the initiative to provoke with words. How could Xiao Qingluan show weakness? He raised his eyebrows and said in a cold voice: "My Wuyin Palace's magic is extensive and profound. What do you, a rough guy like you, know?"
As soon as Li Yunxiang heard what she said, he was ready to fight back. Fang Yuxuan raised his hand and said with a smile: "Okay, okay, you two, don't keep arguing. You are so old. Just calm down and watch the competition. Watch the competition."
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Ling Qingshuang and Yun Mohan in the east field have already started fighting. They both learned the basic magic. Yun Mohan entered Taoism through calligraphy and painting, and Ling Qingshuang entered Taoism through music.
I saw the jade pen in Yun Mohan's hand making dots, and bursts of green energy swept over, attacking the key points on Ling Qingshuang's body. Ling Qingshuang's hand did not panic in the face of the energy brought out by the stroke of the pen, and pointed with the bamboo flute in his hand.
, sometimes attacking, sometimes defending, turning around, and every time she turned, there was a clear flute sound, which was sweet to the ear and confusing to the mind. She almost hit Yun Mohan several times with this hand.
The two fought for more than a hundred times, and unknowingly they circulated their true energy more and more completely. Every stroke of Yun Mohan's strokes could bring out the sound of roaring wind.
Ling Qingshuang penetrated the true energy into the flute and drilled it out from the flute hole. It was shaped like a sharp sword and was hard to guard against. Moreover, every shot of true energy would bring out a burst of sharp flute sound. The disciples with lower cultivation outside the field could not stand the harsh sound at all.
The sound makes you cover your ears.
Yun Mohan felt more and more strenuous as he fought, and the sea of energy gradually became depleted. After the body-protecting true energy weakened, the harsh flute sound came in, disturbing his mind for a while.
He knew he couldn't hold on like this anymore and had to use his trump card, otherwise his defeat would be certain.
He dodged an attack from Ling Qingshuang and suddenly shouted: "Feng!" He sketched with the jade pen in his hand, dragging out a long golden thin line. The thin line finally formed a golden "Feng" character, the size of a palm, volleying in the air.
Fall there.
As soon as the golden word "sealing" was completed, it rushed towards Ling Qingshuang, gradually enlarged, and turned into a thin film to wrap around Ling Qingshuang.
Ling Qingshuang bit her teeth lightly, held the bamboo flute horizontally to her mouth, and blew suddenly. A burst of violent energy emitted from around her body, causing her long hair to fly and her lapels to flutter. The thin film of nothingness encountered this blast.
The energy stagnates.
Yun Mohan became anxious when he saw this. He sketched again with the jade pen in his hand, and completed a golden word "sleep", which turned into a void cover and was pressed against Ling Qingshuang.
Ling Qingshuang moved her whole body's true energy to the limit, and the energy around her body shook violently. She suddenly pressed the flute hole with her jade finger, leaving only one hole empty. Along with a burst of sharp flute sound, a visible energy came from the flute hole.
Come out, rush straight up, shaped like a sharp sword, and pierce the cover at once.
The golden cover was broken and dissipated immediately. Yun Mohan could no longer hold on. With a "wow" sound, he opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood, staining his chest and skirt red.
Upon seeing this, Elder Wen immediately announced loudly: "In the first competition, Wuyin Palace Ling Qingshuang won!"
Yun Mohan and Ling Qingshuang both left the stage. Elder Wen said loudly on the stage: "In the next game, disciples No. 3 and No. 4 will enter the competition!"
Li Qianmo was No. 3. When it came time for him to compete, he stamped his feet, rose up into the air, and landed steadily on the ring over everyone's heads. He saw someone jumping up from the opposite side, and he looked eye to eye. This person was not
The other person is none other than his old enemy Han Jian.
Han Jian was startled when he saw that his opponent was Li Qianmo, with a solemn look on his face and said, "I didn't expect you to be No. 3."
Li Qianmo smiled calmly and said: "Yes, what a coincidence. After this sect competition, I will be famous in Xiaoyao Valley, and you will become the laughing stock of the sect."
"Dream!" Han Jian shouted suddenly, activated his magic skills, and a bright magic sword appeared in his right hand. As soon as the magic sword was launched, a cold light slid across its surface.
Han Jian held the magic sword in his hand and took several steps under his feet. In one breath, he was close to a foot in front of Li Qianmo. He raised the magic sword in his hand high and slashed down suddenly with the sword. The sword energy surged out and the air was split.
There was a commotion, and many disciples in the audience couldn't help but clapped their hands and applauded.
Li Qianmo looked at the oncoming sword with no expression on his face. He moved his feet slightly and moved half a step to the right. At the same time, he turned to one side and the sword energy almost slid past the tip of his nose. The strong energy scraped him.
The skin is slightly sore.
Han Jian slashed the air with his sword, and the sword energy hit the stone on the ground, shaking up the dust on the ground. He missed the sword, swung the sword up, and slashed diagonally towards Li Qianmo's waist. Li Qianmo seemed to know what he was thinking, waiting for him
When the sword struck, he had already taken a step back, and the sword energy slipped past his waist, missing him by just an inch.
Fang Yuxuan, who was in the stands in the distance, was moved when he saw this. He lost his voice and said: "What a magical footwork. Although this is an introductory footwork in the magical power of Xiaoyaoyou, it seems to coincide with mathematics. The changes are magical, wonderful, wonderful!"
In just such a short period of time, Han Jian had already struck more than twenty swords in the field, but Li Qianmo easily dodged each time.
He only retreated but did not attack. Han Jian kept attacking, but could not even touch the corner of his clothes. The disciples in the audience lost their patience and became impatient, and the noise gradually started.
"What are you doing? Do you want to fight or not? You little loser can only hide!"
"Hey, Han Jian is too useless. With so many swords, he can't even touch the edge of that little piece of trash. He might as well just knock him to death on the stage."
"Hey, what are you two doing? How long are you going to play like this? Hurry up and fight. Why are you hiding?"
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The noise from the audience was getting louder and louder, and it was annoying. Han Jian was already extremely anxious, and became even more impatient after hearing these cries. He gritted his teeth, took three steps back, said with a gloomy face and a cold voice.
: "Little good-for-nothing, you made me look embarrassed on purpose, didn't you?"
Li Qianmo frowned and said coldly: "We have been attacking for a long time and you can't even touch the corner of my clothes. I will return the word "little waste".
"Hmph!" Han Jian snorted heavily, "Don't be complacent yet. If I don't prepare a weapon or two, how can I dare to come to this martial arts competition?"
Li Qianmo raised his eyebrows and smiled lightly: "Oh, you still have a trump card. If you don't use it, you may not have a chance."
Han Jian held his sword straight on his chest and said with a sinister look on his face: "Then you have to take my move well. If you can follow through, it will be considered a good thing for you."
Before he finished speaking, he loosened his right hand and covered the hilt of the sword with his hands in the air. He activated his true energy and the magic sword spun smoothly.
Above the stands, Yuxuan's eyes lit up, his eyebrows raised, and he said in surprise: "Oh? It's the Xuan Kong Breaking Golden Sword. I wonder how advanced his sword skill is."
"Senior brother, that's all." Li Yunxiang twirled his beard and smiled proudly, his face full of confidence.
Fang Yuxuan nodded slightly, observing the changes in the field with his eyes motionless.
Han Jian's hands were only more than an inch away from the hilt of the sword, and the true energy from his palms came out and passed into the magic sword. The magic sword rotated faster and faster, shaped like a white light, and the sword body could not be seen clearly.
Li Qianmo squinted at the magic sword, and he also realized that the power of this sword was extraordinary. All the power was concentrated at one point, and the power of rotation was added to achieve an indestructible effect.
"Take the move!" Han Jian suddenly shouted, the figure shook, and he pushed the magic sword with his hand and attacked suddenly, the speed was twice as fast as before.
Li Qianmo looked at Han Jian who was attacking quickly. A flash of inspiration seemed to flash in his mind. His body suddenly moved. He just took two simple steps to avoid the sword. A tuft of hair was caught by the sword energy and left his body.
, drifting down.
There was a flash of white light and a crisp "ding" sound. A shiny object floated out and fell to the ground with a "ding" sound. It was a broken sword.
The whole place was silent, and the audience was dumbfounded. They saw Li Qianmo holding a magic sword, and the tip of the sword was pressed against Han Jian's magic sword. Only half of Han Jian's magic sword was left, and the break was hit by Li Qianmo's sword.
Pointed against.
The spectators below the stands were in an uproar. They did not expect such a result at all, and they all froze there.
"This... how is this possible!" The elders in the stands were all stunned. Li Yunxiang was also shocked and screamed.
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