In the early morning, a snow-white falcon flew from the imperial capital, flapped its wings and landed in front of the iron-blooded king Li Qing, on the right leg, tied with a letter tube, Li Qing carefully smoothed the feathers for the falcon, and then asked the servant to bring raw meat and feed it. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

After a long time, the falcon was finally full, flapped its wings a few times, turned its eyes around, and looked at the unfamiliar environment curiously, while Li Qing slowly unfolded the sealed letter.

The letter paper slowly unfolded, only the size of a palm, but Li Qing read it for a long time, his expression was very calm, after reading all the information on the letter, Li Qing burned it, and then sat upright, deep in thought.

I don't know how long it took, but the falcon let out a cry, as if urging Li Qing to wake up from his contemplation.

Li Qing began to grind, preparing to reply.

Writing a letter is like reading a letter, Li Qing is still very slow, every sentence has to be considered for a long time, since ancient times, it is a companion like a tiger, this has a bloody lesson, Li Qing can't be sloppy at all.

The Taiqian Empire is based on military force, and has always attached great importance to military merits, Li Qing's outstanding military exploits have made the emperor feel jealous, for the emperor's wrist, Li Qing has always seen it very clearly, the emperor's ambition is not limited to the current territory of the Taiqian Empire, but is intended to pacify the Quartet, ten years ago, if he hadn't returned to the imperial capital by illness, and chose not to meddle in everything in the Southern Barbarians, I am afraid that he would have been a skeleton now.

In ten years, Li Qing seemed to be the commander of the 800,000 army of the Southern Barbarians, but he had never interfered in the management of the army at all, and handed over the military power on the grounds of illness, which was beneficial to both himself and the generals of the thirteen states of the Southern Barbarians.

In the past ten years, news of the Nanban will be sent to the Iron Blood Mansion every day, and the eighty-three generals who once followed Li Qing to pacify the thirteen states of the Nanban are no longer together, some have been censored because of personal problems and detained in the heavenly prison of the imperial capital, some have been transferred out of the Nanban and stationed on other borders, and some are no longer alive and died in battle.

The once eighty-three has become forty-eight, almost half of them have left, and everyone who left is very satisfied, and there is a good reason, this is the emperor's wrist, the emperor's strategy, and of course, it is inseparable from the help of those think tanks in the Military Aircraft Pavilion.

The emperor wrote a letter at this time, asking how the disciples of the Sword Sect were, and the intention was very intriguing.

A personal name appeared on the letterhead, such as Dugu Chen, Lan Tianque, Zhao Kai... Li Qing listed the ten Sword Sect disciples who participated in the qualifying competition in detail, and there was a brief introduction, Li Qing knew very well in his heart that the emperor had other things to know everything in the Sword Sect, and he wrote a letter to ask himself just to see his attitude.

At a very slow speed, Li Qing wrote down the last name - Li Qifeng, but the pen in his hand could not fall for a long time, because it was difficult for him to evaluate Li Qifeng, or he was not willing to let the emperor know about Li Qifeng at all, but after all, the paper could not contain the fire, and after thinking about it again, Li Qing still wrote his own evaluation.

The cultivation talent is far beyond that of Superman, and his personality is reckless, but he can take the rank of general among the ten thousand troops.

A simple evaluation can read a lot of things, the emperor is not afraid of people who cultivate talent and demons, but what he fears is people who are calm-minded, for a reckless person, even if the cultivation talent is good, it is easy to control.

The falcon let out a long roar, spread its wings and flew away, getting smaller and smaller, it was best to disappear into the sky, Li Qing carefully closed the window, tidied up his clothes, and went to the martial arts arena.

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If the first day of the ring competition is regarded as the prelude to the sword competition, then the qualifying competition on the second day is the climax of the sword competition.

On the stone staircase stands of the martial arts field, there are almost a sea of people, and on the stone staircase stands on both sides, there are black pressed crowds at a glance, and everyone is waiting for the start of the qualifying match.

Today's showdown will be played one by one, and the referee elder will also be served by Mu Qingfeng.

Mu Qingfeng glanced at the nine figures sitting cross-legged in the rest ground, and there was a hint of doubt in his expression, why was Li Qifeng missing?

Last night, he also went to check Li Qifeng's pulse in person, but he just forcibly used his internal force to prostrate, and there was no big problem, but he didn't know why he didn't come to participate in today's qualifying competition.

The same question, in the hearts of everyone in the stands, yesterday's battle has made everyone re-acquaint themselves with Li Qifeng, and it has also made many people's hearts look forward to how strong Li Qifeng's strength is.

Mu Qingfeng thought about it for a while and decided to wait for a while, once the draw started, Li Qifeng's absence would mean that he had lost his qualification for the qualifying round.

On the audience, Wu Qianqian kept looking, and at this moment she was very anxious, waiting for Li Qifeng to appear.

Time was passing, and the crowd in the stands became a little commotiony, and many warriors who dared to come to watch the battle on the rivers and lakes were a little impatient.

Mu Qingfeng was not good at delaying, sighed, felt sorry for Li Qifeng, and prepared to start the draw.

Suddenly, there was a deafening cheer from the stands.

A straight, tall figure appeared in everyone's sight.

At the last moment, Li Qifeng finally arrived.

Li Qifeng walked very fast, just three minutes ago, he completely consolidated the realm, changed into clean clothes, and rushed over as fast as possible, fortunately it was not too late.

"I thought you weren't coming?"

Dugu Chen, who had been closing his eyes and recuperating, opened his eyes and said to Li Qifeng.

Li Qifeng smiled, without words, and saluted respectfully to Mu Qingfeng, and said thank you.

Mu Qingfeng smiled slightly, nodded at the disciples of the Law Enforcement Hall, and soon the lottery box was taken up and the lottery began.

Qualifying relies on strength, the strength that can win from yesterday's ring match is definitely a strong person, at a glance, among the ten people, only Li Qifeng's strength is the weakest, but no one dares to underestimate Li Qifeng, the strength shown yesterday is absolutely no less than anyone.

Looking at the sign in his hand, No. 9, Li Qifeng showed a smile, it seems that his luck is good, at least he doesn't have to be the first to start.

The order of the qualifying round is as follows: No. 1 vs. No. 6, No. 2 vs. No. 7...... And so on until the end of a round.

Dugu Chen on the side stretched out his head, glanced at Li Qifeng's bamboo stick, and showed a smiling face, "Brother, your luck is really bad, do you know who No. 4 is?"

Li Qifeng raised his eyebrows and shook his head, "Of course I don't know, but I think my luck is very good!"

Dugu Chen shook his head solemnly, looked at a thin figure, and said, "Your luck is really bad, you will know later, I will go first I am the number one." ”

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