Hearing Xiaolei's arrogant words, Fang Ru couldn't help but laugh and laugh, and gave him a blank look.
At this time, Wu Cuishan had already prepared the lottery tube and shouted loudly: "The five distinguished guests participating in the competition, please come to the first floor to draw the lottery. The other distinguished guests please wait a moment. The competition will officially begin in a moment."
"Ayi" and others followed the instructions and got up and went downstairs, one after another taking out the order of appearance from the lottery tube. The first one to appear was Qing Ning, followed by Fang Ruxin, the third one was Wei Tingshang, the fourth one was Chen Yaqi, and the last one was
It's "Ayi".
Xiao Lei rolled his eyes and said to Mu Yun: "Your junior sister is the final one. She has the longest preparation time and the best chance of winning the championship."
Mu Yun took a sip of Yao Zhu Seafood Porridge, and after sipping it, he said calmly: "There is no suspense in this competition. Since my junior sister is on the stage, the 'Xianwu Legacy' is destined to be hers."
Xiao Lei nodded and said leisurely and fascinated: "Your junior sister is so beautiful. If I were a man, I would definitely be your brother-in-law."
Mu Yun rolled his eyes, looked at Xiao Lei and said, "You'd better save it. Not only do you fall in love with someone you meet, but you also prefer girls. It's only right to find a brother-in-law for me."
Xiao Lei glared at Mu Yun and muttered: "How old am I? What kind of brother-in-law am I looking for? You are so boring."
Mu Yun shook his head and said: "Now that I know that I am young, I will accept your love."
Xiao Lei snorted, changed the subject and said: "Old Fatty Liang did a really good job at the 'Qiongyu General's Banquet', but it's thanks to my master that he gave him a hand, otherwise he would show up."
Mu Yun continued to eat happily, and said vaguely: "Yes, we have finally experienced the addiction of the founding general, hiccup... Don't waste such good food. If you don't like it, tell me, I
It’s all rounded.”
Xiao Lei was so angry that he couldn't help but shook his head and said: "If you dare to eat so much, I might as well make you fat to death, and I will be your son-in-law to Mr. Liang."
Mu Yun laughed and said disapprovingly: "I am called a thick accumulation but a thin hair. It is not like you who can't grow long no matter how much you eat, and you will be struck by lightning if you waste all the natural resources."
The brother and sister were quarreling about each other, and before they knew it, a moment had passed. The light in the venue dimmed quietly, and the musicians began to pick out the strings and play some ethereal overtones.
Knowing that Qing Ning, who was the first to perform the dance, was about to appear, Mu Yun and Xiao Lei stopped grinding their teeth and looked down at the same time.
Opposite them, Miss Yafei and the Holy Maiden of Brahma Flowers were also attentive, waiting for the female champion to appear. On the other hand, Mu Xueying was in a relaxed mood, with a hint of laziness in her slightly narrowed eyes.
The light slowly converges towards the center of the hall, and the two colors of black and white are intertwined, like the yin and yang of Pisces rotating and merging, eventually forming the shape of a Tai Chi diagram.
The ethereal sound of the piano, accompanied by the quiet sound of the flute, seems like the ancient relics traveling through time and space, echoing in everyone's minds, bringing soul-shaking power.
Mu Yun was an unfamiliar person, and he was almost frightened by the wonderful music. Fortunately, he had experienced the battle between Yan Junlin and Mei Xiaoyun, and he was vigilant in his spiritual consciousness. With the protection of the God of Light, he calmed down in an instant and turned around.
Looking at Xiao Lei next to me, I saw that her eyes were blurred and she was already in a daze.
Mu Yun frowned secretly, stretched out his hand to hold Xiao Lei's catkin, and slowly injected the power of the Divine Art of Light into it.
Xiao Lei hummed, glanced at Mu Yun and said, "Da Mu Tou, what are you doing? Don't disturb me while I watch the female champion dance."
Mu Yun lowered his voice and said, "We're still watching the dance. Didn't you notice anything wrong?"
Xiao Lei's eyes narrowed, and he lowered his eyebrows and said in deep thought: "Hearing what you said, I was a little confused just now, tsk... the light here is too dark, it will inevitably make people sleepy."
Mu Yun shook his head and said: "It's not a problem with the light, but a problem with the rhythm. I think it's probably because the 'Miscellaneous Xiao' is like a dream."
Xiao Lei was taken aback and blurted out: "What? You mean 'The Song of Soul Dream'? The one ranked eighth among the Ten Ultimate Treasures this time?"
Mu Yun nodded slightly and said, "I'm just guessing. If you don't believe me, just listen carefully to the sound of the flute."
Xiao Lei listened attentively, frowning and said: "The sound of the flute is indeed extraordinary. Although it is hidden in the sound of the piano, it is more penetrating than the sound of the piano, as if it penetrates directly into people's hearts. But it's wrong, Fang
Why is Big Carrot here? Does he want to help the female champion win this competition?"
Mu Yun was also puzzled. He touched his chin and said, "Let's wait and see what happens. After all, Mr. Fang can decide who will win in the end. There is no need to do anything secretly."
Xiao Lei thought it right and immediately curled his lips and said: "In short, competition should be fair. If it is partiality, what's the point?"
As he spoke, the melody gradually became duller, but within the dullness, it became grand again, as if a picture was unfolding, with thousands of hectares of blue sea rolling, wind and clouds surging in the sky, and lightning and thunder thundering below the clouds.
As thunder and lightning split the sky, a clear figure suddenly appeared in the field, it was Wu Tianjiao Qingning.
Qing Ning is dressed in azure Taoist attire, wearing a crown of seven treasures lotus on her head, stepping on Haiyun head shoes, holding a Tai Chi fan in her left hand, and a demon-killing seven-star sword in her right hand.
Heaven, in a daze, the whole person is like a peerless sword, penetrating between the blue sea and the sky.
Everyone was so excited about it that even Mu Yun couldn't help but feel shocked. This was not due to the influence of Mi Xiao, but a pure appreciation from the bottom of his heart.
Under the attention of the whole audience, Qing Ning's long sword was seen turning around, creating a circle of bright sword light. The Tai Chi sword intention was perfect and perfect, almost invulnerable.
Qingning stepped on the Tai Chi Bagua, and with every step she took out a sword, and the layers of Tai Chi sword circles were laid out endlessly. Her steps were extremely firm, and she could retract and release each sword freely, and she could see the brilliance in her every move.
Daowei.
The black and white light follows Qing Ning's dance steps and outlines the Tai Chi Pisces where the sword blade passes. They are different angles, different sizes, and different shades. Although they are staggered and staggered, there is no mess at all.
The former has not yet disappeared, but the latter has already taken shape. The glimpses between birth and death are simply dazzling.
The Tai Chi sword circles one after another are like Dharma seals one after another, constantly suppressing the waves of the angry sea at Qing Ning's feet. Her dance steps are getting faster and faster, and the Tai Chi sword circles around her are getting denser and denser, intertwining into a black and white light network.
When the black and white lights and shadows superimposed to the extreme, Qing Ning suddenly saw Qing Ning holding the magic fan high, which merged with the long sword in his hand. Then he jumped into the air, his unparalleled sharpness reached the sky, and he let the rapid thunder and lightning hit him.
No intention of backing down at all.
Holding the sword and chasing the sky, may the waves be leveled!
Qing Ning moved forward with her sword, and the Tai Chi sword circles around her were affected by the reaction and converged on her sword edge, instantly creating a whirlwind that reached into the sky.
Then there was a loud explosion, and the sky was filled with black and white lights and shadows exploding in all directions. The sword wind stirred the bright stars, as if splitting a crack in the sky.
The majesty was endless, the sky bowed, the lightning and thunder suddenly stopped, and all the noise fell into silence.
Qing Ning fell back to the ground from the air, with her long sword turned behind her. She still held the fan in her left hand, bowed slightly and saluted everyone, then twisted her delicate body and disappeared into the shadow of the remaining light.