He won easily, but Long Tianyu didn't have any nostalgia for it. He ignored the surprised looks and went directly to Channel 3 to see how Murong Qingyue was doing. He was very concerned about the beauty Long Tianyu.
Murong Qingyue was unlucky. Her first opponent was a fifth-level wind magician. Not only was he three levels higher than Murong Qingyue, he also surrounded Murong Qingyue in an extremely disgusting manner and used low-level tricks to tease Murong Qingyue.
It was obvious that the people from the Tianlong Empire below wanted to go up and kill that kid and cut him into pieces.
Murong Qingyue's swordsmanship is good, but the speed is far behind and it is difficult to hit. It seems to be a little missed every time. The wind magic boy uses a low-level wind blade to hit Murong Qingyue's clothes, looking at it very wretchedly.
Murong Qingyue's breasts.
"Holy shit! Kill that kid! Come on, Miss Qingyue!"
"Come on!"
Murong Qingyue was a beauty by no means, and of course she had a lot of supporters. The actions of that wind magic boy were about to arouse public outrage.
"Shelund! Don't stop me! I'm going to go up and kill that kid."
"Hu Yanhong, don't be arrogant. I believe Murong Qingyue. If you go up, both you and Murong Qingyue will be disqualified!"
Sherlund, wearing a white prostitute suit, struggled to stop the impulsive Hu Yanhong. The wind magician was obviously from the Blood Feather Empire and was deliberately provocative.
Long Tianyu was standing not far away wearing a bamboo hat, and the surrounding players hid away when they saw his outfit. It seems that Brother Sharp's outfit is indeed good, at least no one will compete with you for your position.
"Come on! Beauty, chop me! Oh, your breasts are well developed! Let's see if your clothes are torn first, or if you chop me first!" After hearing this, even the face of the magic referee on the side was twitching, and the noble magic
The teacher's face was completely humiliated by this kid.
The magicians in the audience were even more angry. The ground began to heat up under the feet of the more tempered fire magicians. They really wanted to use magic to blow this shameless thing into mud.
Murong Qingyue was panting, her cheeks were flushed, and her chest was rising and falling slightly. She had consumed a lot of energy, and there was no way she could continue to consume it like this.
"elder sister!"
Long Tianyu approached the stage and called out softly. When Murong Qingyue heard the familiar voice, she turned her head and saw the person in tattered clothes, who was none other than her younger brother Qiu Feng.
"Brother Qiufeng came to cheer me up. It seems that he has won! I can't lose either! But, I can't beat him at all!" Murong Qingyue secretly thought in her heart. With her current state of mind and the gap in strength,
, it is impossible to defeat.
"Sister! Hear with your ears and feel with your heart. Don't be fooled by his figure. The sword enters the palm of your hand, and there are weapons everywhere. The sword cuts the body, and the heart cuts the soul..."
"I can't be embarrassed in front of my brother!" Murong Qingyue calmed down and thought about Long Tianyu's words.
The magic referee on the side smiled at what Long Tianyu said. Although he wanted the kid on the stage to be cut off, but the difference in strength was in front of him, what could a few words change?
But the Sword King referee's heart was filled with turmoil! The Sword King's strength had already begun to explore the source of the secrets of swordsmanship. Long Tianyu's words made him suddenly feel that if he thought more, he could break through the current barrier.
Sherlund also thought carefully about Long Tianyu's words, and his eyes suddenly lit up. He and the Sword King Referee flew to Long Tianyu's side at the same time, and gave him the swordsman's salute very respectfully.
"I don't know your friend's surname? In Fengtian Sect, Fengwei is polite."
The people who had just laughed at Long Tianyu's obscene accent here all had their eyes widened. They couldn't believe that the famous Fengwei Sword King in Fengtian Sect respected him so much after hearing his words.
"Sword King Feng Wei is polite. My younger brother Qiu Feng is here to watch my sister compete. Brother Sword King, you are the referee and you cannot leave your post without permission!" Long Tianyu smiled, and Feng Wei immediately realized his responsibility and said, "
Ask for advice in the future." Flying over to his own position.
The people around looked at this man in wonder, that this man in rags could actually order the Fengwei Sword King around.
Xuelunde did not directly go up to ask Long Tianyu, but watched from the side. He wanted to know who this person was and why he called Murong Qingyue sister. Even if he went up to ask, he might not be able to tell, Qiu Feng, in
He guessed it was probably a fake name.
On the round platform, there seemed to be no change, and Murong Qingyue was still led by the nose. But laymen watched the fun, and experts watched the door! Murong Qingyue's swordsmanship suddenly improved, and each sword was getting closer and closer to the magician.
"This is it! The light is as cold as snow!
Murong Qingyue gave a sweet scolding, and used a lower-level Xuan-level combat skill. The rapier struck sideways like moonlight with snow!
"ah!"
"It's hit! It's so powerful!"
"A three-level water swordsman can actually cut down a fifth-level wind magician!"
“It’s incredible!”
Many spectators did not believe their eyes, and only the Sword King referee knew what it meant.
Murong Qingyue took advantage of the victory and pursued him, slashing with his sword. The wind magician had no place to dodge. His magic hat was cut into a straw hat and flew into two pieces, and his robe was turned into pieces of cloth!
Murong Xueyi looked at Long Tianyu from a distance. She knew that Murong Qingyue had recently recognized a younger brother, who was quite capable and was also a swordsman.
But I didn't expect that this autumn wind was so powerful. He could see the situation at a glance and change the situation with just one sentence. Not to mention Murong Qingyue's understanding, being able to say such words that even the Sword King couldn't bear can prove this.
People are extraordinary.
"Get out of here!"
Murong Qingyue kicked the magician in the stomach with an angry kick, sending him rolling all the way off the stage.
"good!"
Many viewers were in awe! They were so happy! This magician’s character is so bad!
"On the 15th, Murong Qingyue wins!"
Looking at the wind magician rolling to the ground, three figures flew from the sky!
"Look! Elder Xie Rulong!"
As some spectators were surprised, everyone stared at the three people flying over. The leader was an old man wearing a white magic robe, with a white beard that reached past his waist.
"Who is that person?" Long Tianyu asked the young man next to him in the audience.
"Fuck! It can't be true. You don't even know the famous Elder Xie Rulong!" The young man looked at him in surprise, as if he was seeing a top-notch beauty.
"Xie Rulong? Xie Rulong? I really don't know, I only know Xie Rulong!"
"Oh, Xie Liting is Xie Rulong's father! Elder Xie Rulong is the third highest ranking member of the Continental Magicians Guild! He is now the eighth-level wind magician!"
"Eighth-level Grand Mage! So powerful!" Such a master is indeed rare. Difficulty himself can't tell his strength at all.
Xie Rulong walked toward the wind magician, and everyone around him got out of the way. A majestic momentum suddenly appeared in the air, which was Xie Rulong's anger.
The old and majestic voice resounded throughout the entire campus: "You! You have insulted the name of the sacred magician! From now on, you will be expelled from the magician's guild and will never be allowed to join or have anything to do with you.
People are treated the same way! Also! Your property will be confiscated! Including your magic!"
Xie Rulong's thin arm waved like a star sucker!
"Ah!" The wind magician roared in pain.
"Bang!" Xie Rulong crushed the absorbed green magic mass, causing strong winds. Xie Rulong waved again, and everything fell silent, as if nothing had happened, leaving only the surprised eyes of everyone.
At this time, the wind magician had become a waste that was inferior to ordinary people.
…
"Come, sister Qingyue!"
After walking off the stage, Murong Xueyi gently put a cloak on her sister Murong Qingyue so as not to be exposed.
The encounter between the two beauties caused the Yellow River to overflow and leave a taste in the mouth.
"Where is my brother Qiu Feng?" Murong Qingyue looked around looking for Long Tianyu's figure.
"Just when you kicked that hateful man off the stage, I disappeared." Murong Xueyi and Murong Qingyue seemed to have fallen over. Murong Xueyi became like a sister, helping her to dress and patting her.
Remove the dust from your body and straighten your hair.
"Really? I really need to thank him very much today."
"By the way, Murong Qingyue, are you sure he only has the strength of a swordsman?" Sherlund asked curiously.
Murong Qingyue shook her head. She just saw that Qiu Feng showed the sword master's strength on the test stone.
Murong Xue leaned on her chin and said thoughtfully: "I don't think he is that simple..."
…………
Long Tianyu did not go back to the hotel at this moment. His figure flashed and ran to the front of the No. 1 stand. There were more than five times more people here than in other stands.
Long Tianyu is a person who loves to join in the fun.
"But it's strange, why doesn't Brother Sharp's suit work here?" Long Tianyu squeezed in hard, and then suddenly realized, "It turns out that the beautiful girl Feng Xinyao is competing. It's strange that these people are unwilling to get out of the way."
On the stage, Feng Xinyao's opponent was a ninth-level swordsman! His strength was extraordinary. Looking at the symbols on his shoulders, they were the moon and stars of the Star-Moon Empire.
Feng Xinyao is an eighth-level wind swordsman who relies on her speed to fight dexterously with her opponents.
Although Feng Xinyao is gentle and elegant, elegant and refined, Wu Qi Sword is really good, dexterous and powerful, every sword strike is just right, without any extra effort.
"The wind is blowing up the afterimage!"
With a slight roar, Feng Xinyao used her mid-level Xuan-level combat skills, and her sword transformed into three handles, slashing at the opponent.
"Well done, Miss Feng! Nebula has suddenly changed!"
The sword master responded calmly, using the same mid-level Xuan-level combat skills. The giant sword suddenly turned like fog and clouds, making people's vision blurred, and faced Feng Xinyao's long sword.
"It seems that the lethality of beautiful women can reduce the opponent's damage by more than five levels!" Long Tianyu smiled slightly, because he saw Feng Xinyao's move, but the male swordsman on the stage did not notice it at all.
"This is your move I've been waiting for! The wind turns to the sky and the clouds turn!"
They were both at the mid-level Xuan level, but the power of this move was not small! The three phantom swords in Feng Xinyao's hands rotated at high speed at the moment of contact, and the swords were thrown out with a flick of the jade hand.
You must know that it is taboo for a swordsman to abandon his sword. But it is different now!
Feng Xinyao jumped back two feet to avoid the giant sword, and at this moment, she heard the swordsman let out a muffled shout.
On his shoulder, a long sword was inserted into his body, and he flew off the stage with his whole body.
Long Tianyu frowned and looked at Feng Xinyao carefully. At this moment, he was not staring at a certain part with his lustful eyes, but looking at Feng Xinyao, because her sword-throwing skills were so powerful.
Prove that she is more than an eighth-level swordsman!
"Miss Feng is so powerful, I admire you." The ninth-level swordsman stood up, pulled out his long sword, handed it back to Feng Xinyao, and left the scene under the escort of his friends.
Feng Xinyao turned a blind eye to the blasphemous looks from the side, but she saw that Long Tianyu, a guy who even Yun Tianfeng was curious about, actually came to watch her game. Although she was equally disgusted with Yun Tianfeng, Yun Tianfeng looked at people with a different look.
It can't be wrong.
"Humph!" Long Tianyu snorted and slowly left under the protection of the guards.
"Drink! This girl is interesting. I like her. She makes her warm when I see her. This girl is more suitable for bed warming than Murong Xueyi."