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Looking at the competition in the field, Huo Dong's brows became tighter and tighter.

Liu He, the eunuch next to him, saw it in his eyes, couldn't help but smile lightly, and comforted: "Huo Laowu must be worried, this Qingyun View is a barren mountain and wild view, and it is normal to not be able to fight the sword gate in the sky, Huo Laoshen's eyes are invincible, so you don't have to worry too much about those one or two eyes." ”

Huo Dong raised his eyebrows, laughed, and said, "Do you think I guessed that Qingyunguan was not easy to mess with before, but now it is obvious that I can't fight Changkong and am worried? I'm just weird......"

"What's weird?"

"It's strange why the disciples of Qingyunguan have different internal skills?"

The two Qingyunguan disciples who fought in front of him were obviously different from the few little Taoists he had seen before, and the few children he met at the wonton stall before were obviously more pure and profound in their internal strength, and the disciples of a sect actually had two different basic internal skills in the foundation building stage, so that he really couldn't understand this Qingyunguan.

Qingyunguan is close to the left, on the branch of a pine tree more than 20 meters high, a small Taoist priest carries a long sword, stands in the wind, his clothes are fluttering, and the fairy wind is like a fairy child.

It was Ye Qingxuan who rushed back quickly.

Ye Qingxuan frowned, watching the battle in the field from afar, Yun Lu's defeat had just ended, and he saw Yun Chong fighting.

Yun Chong was obviously afraid of the depth of the opponent's internal strength, avoiding the opponent's tricks everywhere, and with a lot of scruples in his heart, his swordsmanship was a little messy, plus his own internal strength was not as good as the opponent's, and the longer the battle lasted, the more unfavorable it was.

Seeing that Yun Chong's faint moves were frequent and suppressed everywhere, Ye Qingxuan was extremely anxious in his heart, and he really wanted to replace him immediately, so that those disciples of the sky could taste the power of Qingyun Guan's swordsmanship.

"Faint move, faint move, and faint trick again......"

Seeing that Yun Chong's defeat had been decided, Ye Qingxuan finally couldn't bear it anymore and flew down the tree, ready to play.

This generation of disciples of Qingyunguan still lacks experience in dealing with the enemy. And these disciples are the foundation of Qingyunguan, and they must be cultivated, otherwise it is not said that they will regain the master and rejuvenate Kunwu, even this small sect of Qingyunguan will not stand stable enough. This entire generation of disciples is the foundation for the revival of the master's sect, and if it is not properly cultivated, the great cause of the revitalization of the sect will be postponed for at least 30 years.

A disciple from laying a good foundation, to becoming a successful teacher, and being alone, must have at least more than thirty years of study and cultivation, and the rest of the time is constantly polishing and improving, and the first thirty years, especially the ten years of youth, are the most important, if during this time, let these disciples cultivate the wrong concept of martial arts, it will be a pity that will affect their entire life, and for the Lingxu real master and apprentice, it is undoubtedly a waste of this full thirty years of time.

Lingxu Zhenren is a martial idiot, is a good teacher, the disciples he transmitted, each has its own characteristics, not only different personalities, is the martial arts learned, Lingxu Zhenren can also have different emphasis on cultivation according to their personality and hobbies. In the same way, Lingxu Zhenren, who attaches great importance to the inheritance of his teacher, while teaching his disciples, also deliberately cultivates the teaching ability of his disciples, and the disciples of the Qing generation can also teach according to their aptitude like him when cultivating the third generation of disciples.

Pay attention to education and the cultivation of the next generation. It is the most important content of the Kunwu lineage of Lingxu Zhenren, and it is also an important basis for them to base themselves on the foundation and avenge their master.

For this reason, the disciples of the Qingyun Guanyun generation are not carefully selected by the second-generation disciples. Even a disciple with ordinary qualifications has a chance to stand out because of the polishing of [Tai Chi Pei Yuan Gong]. From this point of view, Ye Qingxuan has made a great contribution to the revival of the Kunwu faction.

"Okay, senior brother is good, give me some strength, this time I will definitely be able to win this bastard-" Qiu Yuan really shouted hard, if the senior brother can't win, I'm afraid no one among the juniors of Qingyunguan will be able to win.

Not only Qiu Yunzhen, but more than a dozen disciples of Qingyunguan next to him were all of the same thoughts, shouting hoarsely, and applauding desperately.

At this moment, a cold voice sounded inappropriately.

"Hmph-if Yun Chong had been able to stop being so timid at the beginning and use his quick sword to attack the enemy, there would still be hope of victory...... Now, I'm afraid it won't be able to last ten moves......"

"Which bastard chews the root of his ears here......" The competition in the field is when it is tense and hot, but someone is pouring cold water on the side, which is like a fan standing on the wrong team, and it is luck not to be beaten violently. Qiu Yun was so angry that he smoked and scolded.

All the Qingyunguan disciples who heard that cold comment turned back angrily to find the kid who couldn't open his eyes.

In front of him was a handsome little guy who was full of heroism but extremely cold, wearing the Taoist robe of Qingyunguan, but his appearance was obviously unfamiliar.

"You...... You, which uncle's disciple are you? Why haven't you seen each other? And how can you be so open-mouthed?"

Qiu Yuan really saw that he was a fellow of his family, and this anger was extinguished a lot, but he was still resentful in his heart.

"Oh, don't you like to hear what I say?" the grim young man lowered his head and said silently, "But I'm telling the truth—"

"You--there is no score in the field, tell me, why does the senior brother lose?"

The cold young man pondered for a moment, and said indifferently: "That surnamed Chang, the swordsmanship is inferior, and the fist and foot kung fu is slightly stronger, but he is inexperienced in the enemy, and he is not familiar with my Qingyunguan swordsmanship, if the senior brother can attack with a fast sword in the opening stage, he can win within ten moves at most, but the senior brother is afraid of the opponent's deep internal strength, and he does not dare to fight hard, and he is careful to dodge everywhere, don't you know that the more you delay, the more unfavorable it will be to yourself." The opponent's internal strength is stronger, the realm is higher, just by competing for endurance, the senior brother will not win...... Moreover, once the senior brother loses his internal strength and his movements are deformed, the chances of being hit by the opponent will be greatly increased, and he will fail - it is only a matter of time before ......"

The cold young man discussed, and the disciples of the Qingyun audience only felt that every sentence was reasonable, and when they heard the end, they accepted it all in their hearts, and then looked at the competition of the senior brothers, and they all became pessimistic, and they all became worried, and the applause stopped for a while.

Obviously they are all in the same door, but they can pour cold water like this, this kid is really annoying. Qiu Yuanzhen secretly hated him.

"What should you do if you go to war?" In the end, there were disciples who were not angry, and said a cold young man, to see how he replied.

"If it's me?" The cold young man held the sword, his hands were clasped over his shoulders, his expressionless face was only shining in his eyes, and he said coldly: "If I am willing to slap him, I can take his life within three moves-"

Three tricks: Take his life?――

It's an exaggeration, isn't it? It's just a joust......

The Qingyun audience disciples only felt a cold wind blowing.

Looking at the young man's cold eyes, all the disciples swallowed and foamed together, and said in their hearts: This guy is serious.

The matter of life and death was said casually in the mouth of this cold young man, it was so bland, and none of the disciples of Qingyunguan dared to doubt the authenticity of his words.

"Y-you, what's your name?" Qiu Yuanzhen suddenly felt his throat tighten a little.

"Oh, me?" The cold young man turned his head, his expression was blank, his eyes were cold, and his tone was as emotionless as ever, and he said lightly: "Senior brother, Xiao Yunfeng-"

The situation on the field was exactly as Xiao Yunfeng guessed, and after only more than ten moves, Yun Chong couldn't support it.

Yun Chong avoided his opponent's tricks everywhere, and was naturally suppressed everywhere, and after a while, he was finally swept by Chang Jingwang in the shoulder with a palm and fell out. The long sword in his hand fell to the ground with a thud.

The Qingyunguan disciples were speechless for a while.

"Hey, hey, hey......" Chang Jingwang laughed darkly, kicked Yun Chong who fell to the ground away, and rolled to the middle of the Qingyunguan disciples on the sidelines. Chang Jingwang has never felt so comfortable, he only feels that he is the biggest between heaven and earth, and everyone can be trampled under his feet, and laughed wildly: "This is the young generation master of your Qingyun......guan?

Chang Jingwang won again, the gongs and drummers on the sidelines blew and blow, and several disciples of the Changkong Zhaojian Sect looked better at this point, one by one with a sneer, staring at the Qingyun audience disciples with disdain, but Chang Jingwang was messing around there.

Chang Jingwang was humiliated but still not enjoyable, reached into his arms, took out a thing that had been prepared a long time ago, shook his hand, and threw it on Yun Chong's face.

Yun Chong endured the sharp pain in his chest and abdomen, and took down the thing that was thrown on his head, but it was a woman's belly pocket...... Yun Chong only felt ashamed and indignant in an instant, and his face turned red, as if he could squeeze out blood at any time.

Chang Jingwang laughed and said: "How about it, little girl--uncle's fist is hard enough, right? The master gives you a belly pocket to wear, as long as you put on this thing, call me 'master', you feel sorry for you, even if this matter is turned over today-wear it, you TMD is wearing it-"

Poof-Yun Chong couldn't stand the humiliation of the other party in the end, plus he had suffered an internal injury to his previous kick, and he couldn't bear the blood that he had been holding back and refused to spit out, and sprayed out, and at the same time, the person also fainted.

"I'm your grandma-" Qiu Yuanzhen only felt that a fire in his chest burned his mind, his eyes were about to split, and he drew his sword and rushed towards Chang Jingwang......

Ming rì three watches, it is decided...... See you or leave you!

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