"The poor blue falls into the yellow spring, and the two places are gone", Chenxue, maybe from the beginning, this is a beautiful dream, God has already destined us to have no part in this life, right?

Of course Mo Hui'er knew why Zilan was crying, she glared at Feng Yanran fiercely, and said angrily: "You are a big idiot, a big idiot!" She turned around, hugged Zilan tightly, and comforted: "Sister Zilan, don't listen to the nonsense of the 'little loach', what good martial arts can an ungrateful guy practice?" Even the Wudang disciples didn't dare to participate in the five-year competition, how strong was his kung fu? I dare say that he can't even beat Senior Brother Miao Bo! ”

Zilan still sobbed in a low voice, she knew that Feng Yanran was not talking nonsense, that person really didn't belong to her anymore, they had been people from two worlds since they parted back then. She is a passerby in his life, but he is the eternal star in his life.

Zilan cried and ran down to "Hug Yue Peak", without even mentioning why she came to find Feng Yanran. Mo Hui'er stomped her feet and scolded: "You stinky fish, dead loach, don't open your mouth if you can't speak, okay?" ”

Feng Yanran was very innocent: "I didn't say anything......"

"You-" Mo Hui'er was so angry that she was about to jump out, she didn't bother to pay attention to him, and followed Zilan down the mountain.

The final started on time at nine o'clock in the morning, and the top ten Wudang inner disciples drew lots to determine the opponent of the competition, Zilan was unlucky, and the first opponent was the first ranked "Miao Bo" among the Wudang inner disciples.

If there are no accidents, there is no suspense that Miao Bo will win the game, even he himself thinks so.

Miao Bo was the first to play, in a cyan uniform, carrying a long sword, with an ebony hairpin on his head, his face was like a crown of jade, his sword eyebrows and starry eyes, the long wind rose, his clothes were hunting and flying, and he was like a fairy. The Wudang disciples in the audience applauded, and the female disciples looked at Miao Bo, their hearts were moved, and their eyes were full of small stars. Many guests who came to watch the game bowed their heads again and again, worthy of being a famous faction, and only the thousand-year-old heritage of Wudang can cultivate such a handsome character.

Zilan walked slowly on the stage, dressed in white like snow, with a heavenly posture and national color, a face like Shunhua, and a greasy goose fat, like a Lingbo fairy stepping on the waves. The audience shook their hearts and clapped their hands in admiration. Zilan is the undisputed "goddess" of the young generation of Wudang, and she is also the "first beauty of Wudang" who is famous in the rivers and lakes. The young Junyan of various sects came to Wudang to watch the battle this time, and many of them came to Zilan.

Seeing Zilan appear again, those proud sons in the martial arts all had fanatical eyes and a tsunami. In the previous game, every time Zi Lan appeared, the cheers were almost one-sided, not to mention Zi Lan's exquisite swordsmanship, just the amazing beauty also overwhelmed the opponent, often less than thirty rounds of fighting, the opponent gave up the sword and conceded defeat. This kind of momentum, even Miao Bo, who is on the stage at the moment, feels a great oppression.

Unlike in the past, at this moment, Zilan's eyes were red and swollen, and her eyes were dull, as if she had just cried bitterly. There are still tear stains on the cheeks, like pear blossoms with rain, and I feel sorry for it.

The young people watching the battle had sharp eyes, and they saw Zilan's abnormality at a glance, and they all turned their heads and ears, guessing the reason. Zilan was wronged, and their hearts seemed to be cut by a knife. Some impulsive teenagers were even more angry, clenching their fists, hoping that they couldn't immediately find out the "culprit", beat that guy well, and breathe a sigh of relief for Zilan.

Miao Bo also discovered Zilan's abnormality, he has always loved Zilan deeply, but Zilan never pretended to him, he had to bury this love deep in his heart. At this moment, seeing Zilan's sad expression, with tears on her cheeks, she couldn't help but feel pain in her heart and lungs, and asked softly, "Senior sister, what's wrong with you?" ”

Zilan shook her head and said coldly, "I'm fine...... Brother, let's get started! ”

"Senior sister, if you're in a bad mood, don't compare, the sword has no eyes, what if you get hurt?"

"No, I have to compare!" Zi Lan's eyes flashed with a stubborn light.

"But ......"

"There's no 'but', since we are standing here, it is not just about you and me, there is Wudang behind us! Senior brother, let's do it, whether I win or lose, I will accept it! ”

"Okay!" Miao Bo knew that this battle was inevitable, and pulled out his long sword from behind his back, and said loudly: "Senior sister, please give me a move-"

Zilan didn't answer, the soft sword shook, the sword body bounced up in an instant, and a style of "green mountains and snow" cut horizontally towards Miao Bo. This is the killing move in the "finger around the soft swordsmanship", the soft is strong, the rigidity and softness are combined, the sword is like a wind, dancing around the snow.

"Huh?" Everyone couldn't help but be shocked when they saw Zilan kill her as soon as she saw her face.

Qing Yao was also watching the battle above, and when she saw this situation, she "clucked" in her heart, knowing that things were not good. She just couldn't figure it out, when she got up in the morning, Zilan was still happy and full of confidence in today's finals, how could she become like this in a blink of an eye? Her gaze wandered, and finally fell on Mo Hui'er, who was watching the battle from the audience. At this moment, Mo Hui'er grabbed the little pink fist, her little face was red with nervousness, and she wanted to cry. Qing Yao guessed that there must be something strange in it, and Mo Hui'er was the one who knew about it. She whispered a few words to the disciple standing behind her, and the disciple said yes and left quietly.

"Good time!" Miao Bo saw a sword sweeping towards him, and he moved to the left, his body was like a swimming dragon, and the long sword shot up, and he struck Zilan's soft sword with a "brush of incense". Zi Lan knew that Miao Bo's internal strength was strong, so she naturally didn't dare to touch him, and the sword momentum turned into a "flying harrier piercing the forest", stabbing Miao Bo's throat.

"Brush", a sword light like a white rainbow flew day by day. Miao Bo stepped backwards, the long sword was cut obliquely, and a style of "Yishui Tolan" overcame rigidity with softness, and with the help of force, it knocked away the dazzling sword. Immediately followed by a move "Stop Chain" to cut Zilan's lower abdomen, not waiting for the move to use the old, and another style of "Cloud Dragon Probe Claw" came to the sky, and the three styles were used together, such as the Yangtze River surging and the sea tide was born, and the tricks were linked, which was wonderful to the peak, which showed that the Miao Bo swordsmanship was amazing. And what he practiced was the "sword control technique" in the Wudang swordsmanship - "dragon swordsmanship", like a dragon swimming for nine days, a hundred times and thousands of turns, the posture is graceful, and the dance is like a fairy. Of course, with Miao Bo's current cultivation, he can't do the unity of man and sword, fly with the sword, and kill people thousands of miles away, otherwise Zilan has no need to do it at all.

"Good!" The Wudang disciples in the audience applauded Miao Bo's exquisite swordsmanship, Miao Bo is the senior brother of the younger generation of Wudang, and the swordsmanship is so masterful, which is the pride of Wudang and their pride.

In the stands, Qingyao had a gloomy face, and beside her was Mo Hui'er, who was sobbing in a low voice. Just now, Qing Yao sent someone to find Mo Hui'er, but she just stared, and Mo Hui'er told the story of the matter