Tiansheng domain, Shengyang Dynasty.

In the center of the Beiyang Palace Martial Arts Field, one of the five universities in Qingzhou City.

A delicate girl dressed in pure white clothes symbolizing the outstanding disciples of Beiyang Palace stood here, holding a jade sword in her delicate and white soft hand.

Suddenly, the girl volleyed into the air, and only the sword aura was mighty in one move, and the killing intent was solemn.

Even the leaves that fell silently on his side were split into two even pieces in an instant, and they all fell on the three-foot green edge.

The girl retracted her momentum and pulled her somewhat messy hair behind her ears, causing many teenagers in the audience to blush.

"This Qingfeng Sword Technique is in the hands of Senior Sister Wen, it is like a fish in water!"

"Senior Sister Wen is really amazing, she deserves to be the genius of our Beiyang Palace!"

The colleagues in the audience were extremely enthusiastic.

In Beiyang Palace, although the number of geniuses is not a few, the most popular among them is Wen Qingyi.

She is the princess of the Shengyang Dynasty, how noble her status is, but she is never arrogant and rude, on the contrary, she never believes in herself as a princess, and treats people very modestly.

is also one of the white clothes of Beiyang Palace, she often finds time to guide her peers, and never puts the so-called "genius" on the shelf, in contrast, the other white clothes are too lazy to waste time.

"This set of Qingfeng sword tricks focuses on the artistic conception, to achieve that the heart follows the sword, and the sword moves with the wind, so if you want to understand one or two, you must start from the state of mind. ”

Wen Qingyi sat on the stage and explained, with a pleasant voice like a silver bell, so that everyone listened attentively, for fear of hearing less or hearing a wrong word.

However, just as everyone was holding their breath, a piercing laugh suddenly sounded.

"Hehe, people who don't have a deep enough source qi background, of course, they must pay attention to their state of mind, our cultivation source is to burst out the source qi more comprehensively, what is it to chop a fallen leaf, if you change it, the big tree behind you can't even be left. ”

This laughter was very harsh in the originally quiet martial arts cultivation ground, and everyone looked sideways.

Wen Qingyi also frowned and looked over, and saw that not far away, a young man in white was playing with the sword in his hand, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised with a hint of mockery.

The originally indignant people were dumbfounded after seeing the young man in white clearly, and they all silently withdrew their gazes, because the identity of the young man was not ordinary.

The first thing that caught everyone's eyes was the clean and pure white, which looked very abrupt in the black pressure under the stage.

The young man's name is Meng Ning, and he is the eldest young master of the Taishou Mansion in Beijun, although his status is far less than that of the royal daughter, but behind him is the powerful Zhou Palace.

In this turbulent Shengyang Dynasty, the two major palaces have long been comparable to the existence of imperial power.

Wen Qingyi glanced at Meng Ning, and then withdrew his gaze a little casually, but there was a trace of killing intent in his lazy posture.

"It seems that the Zhou Wangfu is becoming more and more arrogant. ”

Wen Qingyi had heard from his father earlier that with the decline of the Shengyang Dynasty, both the Zhou Mansion and the Wu Mansion had shown wolf ambitions, and sooner or later they would launch a rebellion.

But because the royal family is now weak, if you rashly break this layer of window paper, you will only lose more than you lose, and even lose both.

Meng Ning saw that Wen Qingyi didn't speak, and the smile on his face was even worse.

"Why, I exposed the short, dismantled the stage, and didn't have the face to speak?"

didn't think about it, but Wen Qingyi didn't pay attention to it, but turned around to leave.

"Hmph, want to go?" Meng Ning said with a lewd smile, and immediately formed a fist with his five fingers, and the soles of his feet slammed on the ground, and the whole person shot out like rainbow light, blasting towards Wen Qingyi not far away.

The students in the audience all felt a strong wind coming, and their eyes were shocked, the source qi contained in this punch was too terrifying, and even the air was oppressed into bursts of explosions.

Looking at the fist that waved, Wen Qingyi didn't move, she smiled faintly, and a trace of invisible qi condensed in the palm of her right hand, waiting quietly.

"What is this girl thinking, why don't you hide!" On the attic of the Xuegong outside the martial arts field, an old man in a black robe slammed down the window eaves when he saw this, and his voice was eager.

"She's not in a hurry, what are you anxious about, this girl has so many ideas, she definitely won't be able to suffer. Beside him, an old man in a white robe was lying on a rocking chair with a leisurely expression.

Want to make this girl suffer? It's just whimsical.

"Your Highness, take your life. A trace of ruthlessness flashed in Meng Ning's eyes, and the power of his fist was even greater.

Seeing that Meng Ning was about to get close, Wen Qingyi had no intention of dodging for a long time.

"Senior Sister Wen, get out of the way!"

The crowd in the audience became anxious.

Seeing that the fist continued to enlarge in her eyes, Wen Qingyi smiled proudly, it seemed that the fish had taken the bait.

She knew that although she and Meng Ning were both seventh-grade originators, her chances of winning head-on were almost zero, so she thought of another way, although it was risky, it was worth trying.

She silently calculated the distance of Meng Ning in her heart, and at the same time glanced up, and when the distance between the two was no more than twenty meters, the wave of qi condensed in Wen Qingyi's palm slapped straight upwards on the dense branches and leaves of the towering giant tree.

Suddenly, the leaves were falling, and Wen Qingyi's front was covered by the fallen leaves almost instantly, and Meng Ning didn't react for a while, and plunged into the falling leaves in the sky.

Everyone saw that Wen Qingyi's steps were light, and he came behind Meng Ning in an instant, but Meng Ning was surrounded by fallen leaves, lost his vision, and couldn't find the north for a while.

Wen Qingyi smiled evilly, the long sword in her hand waved with the wind, and she who displayed the Qingfeng Sword Technique, as if she was integrated with the Qingfeng, and the whole set of swordsmanship was natural.

"Puff puff. ”

Several sounds of broken clothes sounded, and the embarrassed figure in the falling leaves gradually became clear.

I saw that the clothes on Meng Ning's body were almost completely torn, and his entire body was exposed in front of everyone, and a few subtle blood marks could be faintly seen.

There was a brief silence in the audience, and after a few breaths, there was laughter

That Meng Ning noticed his situation and was eager to find a crack in the ground to get into.

"You, you mean, shameless. ”

Meng Ning's face was red with anger and his neck was thick, he pinched the corner of his shirt with one hand to cover his body, and pointed at Wen Qingyi with the other hand trembling angrily and scolded.

"Fighting is also about using your brains, okay. Wen Qingyi spread her hands and looked innocent. "And where did I think that my swordsmanship is so poor, I can only destroy your clothes with all my strength. ”

Looking at Wen Qingyi's pitiful appearance, the white-robed old man in the attic couldn't help laughing, if he didn't understand this girl, he would really believe her words.

"It's good, it's good, I'll let you experience this feeling when you take the test!" Meng Ning thought viciously in his heart.

In the midst of everyone's laughter, Meng Ning walked away quickly with a gloomy face.

"After a few years, the Shengyang Dynasty has changed, and I see that you can still laugh. Then Meng Ning was really angry halfway through the run, and some words blurted out in his brain.

Who knew that in the next second, a chilling terrifying coercion enveloped him, and a chill instantly spread from his heart to his whole body.

I saw a figure appear behind Wen Qingyi in the daylight.

"See Your Majesty!" the many students in the audience hurriedly knelt down to say goodbye after seeing the figure clearly.

That majestic figure is Wen Tianyang, the saint of the current Shengyang Dynasty, that is, Wen Qingyi's biological father.

"If Zhou Wangfu wants to be removed from Shengyang, he can continue to be arrogant. The voice full of murderous intent made the people in the entire martial arts field hear it clearly, and Meng Ning, who was not far away, heard it even more trembling, that was the real monarch, the real master of the Heavenly Source Realm, whether it was killing qi or monarchy, he didn't dare to face it directly.

"Father, why are you here?" Wen Qingyi raised her head and asked with some surprise.

"You have been in this school palace for half a month, and my father missed you, so he came to you. ”

A pair of broad palms caress the girl's little head. "Let's go, go back with my father. ”

"Good. Wen Qingyi smiled.

Wen Tianyang left for a while, and the solemn murderous aura that lingered in the martial arts field gradually dissipated, and everyone dared to raise their heads, trembling and at the same time, they couldn't help but sigh, the current saint is really extremely fond of this only daughter.