It was raining lightly, and Yan Qing turned over and didn't expect to fall off the wooden bed. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Well, why is it raining?" Yan Qing struggled to open his eyes.

"Oops, today is the seventh day, how did I forget the day of the competition?" Yan Qing said that he immediately jumped up at night, picked up the dust and ran to the mountain.

Yan Qing stood there stunned, letting the rain wet his clothes, and he slowly squatted down.

"Yan Qing, Yan Qing, how can you be so unlucky? The morning light essence on the seventh day was not absorbed, what should I do next? He held his head and muttered to himself. Then he suddenly stood up and went straight to the Baiyun Pavilion at the bottom of the mountain.

On the Baiyun Pavilion practice ground, a radiant Taoist priest was waiting for him.

Yan Qing approached, and the Taoist priest asked mockingly, "Why did you come so late?" I thought you wouldn't dare come! Aha! ”

"Shut up, let the horses come!" Yan Qing shook his hair and stepped forward.

"Haha! Could this be what you call martial arts? You dare to sell it in front of me with this old routine! I don't know if I'm alive or dead! Yuan Cong sneered again.

Yan Qing screamed and ran over.

It rains and two young men are dueling.

When Yan Qing was five steps away from Yuan Cong, he kicked over with a flying body, but he didn't expect Yuan Cong to disappear out of thin air, only to hear a painful blow, Yan Qing was almost knocked out of the field.

Yan Qing got up, wiped away the blood that had just flowed out from the corner of his mouth, and then silently recited the Pure Yang Heart Method motionlessly.

Yuan Cong thought that Yan Qing was frightened, and sneered: "Haha! If you dare to challenge me at your level, it's like death! Then I'll have to give you a ride! After saying that, a teleportation stood behind Yan Qing, he gritted his teeth and kicked Yan Qing with all his strength, and something he didn't expect happened.

He originally thought that Yan Qing would not die or be crippled under this foot, but when he just kicked Yan Qing's back and was bounced into the air by a powerful air current, he knew that he was wrong.

He didn't know what kind of martial arts Yan Qing was using, but he was still sure that he could defeat him, so he limped in front of Yan Qing.

Yan Qing just looked at this so-called Dao Immortal Yuan Cong coldly, but there was no meaning in his eyes to look down on Yuan Cong.

"Good boy, it's amazing that you can do this kind of martial arts!" Yuan Cong admired from the bottom of his heart, but he added: "But today's poor road will definitely make you defeated!" ”

Yan Qing gradually regained his self-confidence: "Just you? Run away, or I can't guarantee you'll make it out alive!" ”

"You're fucking looking for death!" After Yuan Cong finished speaking, he immediately ran over, and the leg that was still a little lame before was intact at this time, I don't know if Yuan Cong pretended to be or how?

Yan Qingma walked steadily, his hands naturally hung down in front of his chest, and then slowly put it down, breathing evenly.

Yuan Cong flew up as he ran, and then he kicked Yan Qing with several consecutive legs in mid-air.

Yan Qing skillfully dodged every attack.

Yuan Cong, who was angry and ashamed, suddenly picked up the dust from behind his back, and swiped it casually, turning it into a sword.

Yan Qing didn't have time to dodge, he was hit by the sword in his right arm, and then he turned around and fell to the ground.

The arrogant Yuan Cong did not take the opportunity, but stood there and laughed loudly: "Haha! Laughing to death! You'd better throw in the towel! Otherwise, it's not good to be beaten all over the ground by me looking for teeth! ”

Yan Qing struggled to get up, and he was even more angry when he saw the blood in the rain. He began to gasp for air, then touched the blood that soaked through his clothes with his left hand, then put it in his mouth, and then slowly walked towards Yuan Cong.

Yuan Cong asked, "What do you want to do?" Don't admit defeat yet! Could it be that my sister Ai Xue is so likeable? ”

Yan Qing ignored him, because in Yan Qing's eyes, this so-called Dao Immortal was just a little Daoist who had never seen a woman.

Yuan Cong was even more angry when he was ignored by Yan Qing, and he yelled: "Yan Qing, you remember for me, Senior Sister Ai Xue belongs to me alone!" Now admit defeat and you still have a way to live! ”

"Less nonsense, let the horses come over!" Yan Qing yelled.

"! If you look for death, Lao Tzu will give you a ride today! As soon as the words fell, Yuan Cong grabbed the sword and quickly stabbed it.

Yan Qing kicked Yuan Cong's back with a somersault, but he didn't expect him to suddenly come back with a rifle and almost stab Yan Qing.

Yan Qing somersaulted to the ground and knelt on one knee. He slowly pulled out the whisk, and then he wanted to try a kung fu that he had never used and had never learned before.

The practice ground was filled with the sound of raindrops and wheezing, Yan Qing half-squatted and held the dust with both hands, closed his eyes tightly, and used his mind to drive the magic weapon in his hand into a sword.

"Bang!" Yan Qing succeeded, only to see that the dust in his hand suddenly turned into a golden sword. Yan Qing didn't have time to get excited, because Yuan Cong stabbed at this time with an arrow.

The two young men were fighting hard at this time, but their goals were not the same, and there was no crossing.

The swords of the two were clinging to each other, and Yuan Cong kept pushing him back. Yan Qing skillfully turned around and then quickly kicked at this opponent, only to see Yuan Cong fall into the muddy water before he could react.

Yan Qing also didn't see the opportunity to act, he said lightly: "There is an ancient saying in the Central Plains, called courtesy and exchange!" If you don't admit defeat, be ready to die! ”

Yuan Cong smiled bitterly: "Haha! Just you? As soon as he finished speaking, he slapped the ground with his left hand, only to see that this huge practice ground cracked in an instant, and Yan Qing was almost knocked down.

Yuan Cong took the opportunity to clench his sword and stab at Yan Qing, Yan Qing did not move at all again, this time he actually frightened Yuan Cong. A moment later, Yuan Cong rushed forward again.

"Suffer death!" As soon as Yuan Cong's voice fell, he saw Yan Qing disappear with a teleportation.

Yuan Cong thought he had escaped, so he laughed: "You coward! Haha, Senior Sister Ai Xue is mine! But something he didn't expect happened.

I saw Yan Qing descending from the sky, holding a sword aimed at the top of Yuan Cong's head.

"Ahh Yuan Cong shouted, and then found that it was just a messy bun, although he understood that Yan Qing's subordinates were merciful, but at this time, Ai Xue suddenly appeared, completely dispelling the idea of surrender that he had just hatched.

"Don't fight! I, Ai Xue, belong to me alone, not to any of you! Ai Xue said loudly.

"Senior sister, you came just in time, today I will let you see what will happen to this kid who doesn't know what to do!" Yuan Cong is indeed a person who is good at performance.

"Less nonsense, beat me and talk about it!" Yan Qing probably had itchy hands and feet because of the moment of rest, and he didn't want the battle to end like this.

"Wait! If you fight again, I will immediately go and report to Master! Ai Xue said angrily.

The two of them ignored this Qingyun Guan lay disciple, and still pulled up their posture and started a war in Zhunbi.

Ai Xue didn't speak, just turned around quietly and slowly left here. Presumably, the two of them who were fighting understood where Ai Xue was going, but neither of them was willing to give up for their own purposes.

"Let the horses come!" In the rain, a soaking wet, young man with a golden sword in his hand said.

Yuan Cong yelled and killed him.

Yan Qing stood there quietly, without the slightest timidity, but what he didn't expect was about to happen.

Seeing that Yuan Cong was still a few steps away, Yan Qinggang was about to get up and fight back, but he didn't expect that the sword that Yuan Cong bounced out injured his left leg, and he fell to the ground in one fell to the ground.

Yan Qing breathed rapidly, not because he was in pain, but because he regretted why he didn't strike first, and he decided that he would never show mercy to such a villain again.

Yan Qing closed her eyes slightly, and rows of vivid images came to mind.

Zi'er, the girl in purple, Qilin, Wang Chongyang, Ling Bo, Qiu Yezi, Zuo Guard, the black-faced man Xiao Chen, the swordsman Xiao Xi in Tsing Yi, the iron fan scholar Chu Qi, and Yan Yu, Yan Ding, the king of Zhou, and his mother Concubine Jing......

Yan Qing remembered the previous agreement with the Broken Arm Immortal, at this time, only by completely defeating Yuan Cong could he obtain Zi'er's situation from the Broken Arm Immortal, and only then could he have the confidence to learn Taoism from the master of Qingyun Temple, and then he could once again drive the magic mirror out of this world that did not belong to him but seemed destined to come.

Yuan Cong thought that Yan Qing was unconscious, so he walked over with a sword in his hand.

Yan Qing felt that his opponent was getting closer and closer, and the Demon Suppression Spell, Zombie Technique, and Trapped Corpse Technique that the woman in purple had taught him resurfaced in front of him.

Yuan Cong stood in front of Yan Qing and lightly touched Yan Qing with his sword, as if he was probing his qi again.

Yan Qing suddenly opened his eyes and slapped the ground with his right hand, and a whirlwind leg knocked Yuan Cong to the ground.

"! Lao Tzu is here to see if you are angry, I didn't expect you to sneak attack me? Yuan Cong complained.

"You definitely don't need sympathy to treat a despicable villain like you who can only hurt people with secret arrows!" Yan Qing said word by word, and it seemed that not a single word was sonorous and powerful.

"Okay, I'll let you die today!" Yuan Cong slowly stood up, his horse was steady, his hands were stamped and he was reciting some incantations that no one could understand, and suddenly he only heard the roar of the wind, Yan Qing raised his head and saw that the dark clouds above his head were hovering even more powerfully.

I saw a lightning bolt falling from the sky, which happened to hit Yuan Cong's eyes.

"Bastard thing, don't stop yet!" I saw an old man in the distance slowly drifting over, followed by a woman.

When they got closer, Yan Qing realized that it was Master and Senior Sister Ai Xue.

"Yuan Cong, come over to me!" The old man spoke slowly.

I saw Yuan Cong trembling all over, and he fell down as soon as he walked in front of Lao Dao, Yan Qing didn't know, everyone else understood that the move just now was a fatal move, but the releaser would consume ninety percent of his physical strength, so Yuan Cong fell, and Ai Xue immediately stepped forward to help him up

"Yan Qing, did your senior brother bully you?" Lao Dao walked towards Yan Qing and asked deliberately.

"Thank you Master for your concern, Senior Brother and I are learning martial arts!" Yan Qing thought she was answering seamlessly.

Lao Dao didn't know why he had always respected Yan Qing, nodded lightly, and then said: "I will have to get so many injuries in the next martial arts competition, give me some attention, and come to my Qingyun Temple at night!" ”

Yan Qing silently watched Lao Dao turn around and leave, then picked up the sword, and was about to return to the mountainside when Ai Xue spoke: "Yan Qing, come to my guest room and stay, I have already washed your clothes!" ”

The shadow of the sword and sword was deposited in the rain with blood.