There was an eerie silence in the entire Xuanyuan Tower, only Hua Qingmo, who was wearing a light blue robe in the ring, suddenly hooked the corners of her lips and glanced at Yan Zong deeply.

In the next moment, the light blue figure in the ring flashed, and a figure swept towards Yan Zong like a flying current. When the long sword touched the sword qi, due to the strong internal force of both sides, a speeding fire was faintly seen in the air.

Before anyone arrived, the long sword was like the ice and snow that came with the wind, hitting Yan Zong's eyebrows. Not only that, more than a dozen silver streamers almost wanted to attack Yan Zong at the same time, and in an instant, the shape seemed to change, and Yan Zong changed from the first offensive to the defensive.

This trick was thought of by Hua Qingmo on the way to Anyang. She expected that there would be all kinds of martial arts masters coming here to participate in the competition, and although her internal strength was first-class at that time, few people could match it, but she lacked practical experience, and unlike the cats and green foxes, they all had their own family heirloom exercises. Therefore, she decided to use the Flowing Cloud Needle Technique with the Sword Technique. Although her swordsmanship is not outstanding, she can resist strong enemies with the lack of supreme internal strength.

At this time, this trick is fast and ruthless, and it is equipped with her most outstanding Liuyun Needle Method, which is tricky and vicious, and there will never be a second person in the world.

And at this moment, those who had martial arts and looked down on Hua Qingmo all gasped in unison, completely unable to believe that such a move was made by a fourteen or fifteen-year-old handsome young man. They can be sure that in time, this young man will definitely have a monopoly on martial arts.

Yan Zong's lips in the other part of the ring hooked, his smile was cruel, wild and ruthless, he stomped on the ground, and suddenly a dull sound came, and a piece of bluestone on the ring shattered, and Yan Zong took this force to take three steps back, and the giant wave suddenly turned, and the Xuanyuan in Hua Qingmo's hand hit directly on the giant wave sword body. And the dozen or so silver needles passed around Yan Zong, and they seemed to have touched him at all.

The two swords struck each other, and the sound shook Xuanyuan, and everyone present trembled, and even the incomparably hard Xuanyuan Pagoda seemed to tremble for a moment.

Xuanyuan and Julang handed over, and the two counteracted with internal forces and stalemate in the ring. The long hair of the two of them fluttered backwards with a strong internal force, like a gale.

"Ding ......" A sharp sound sounded in the calm and tense Xuanyuan Tower, the sound was crisp and sharp. Immediately, more than a dozen silver rays of light rose from the ground and continued to circulate out, shooting towards Yan Zong.

At this time, Yan Zong did not withdraw to avoid the attack of the silver needle, not that he didn't want to, but that he couldn't do it at all. Although there is too much difference between the gravity of the giant wave and Xuanyuan, both of them are on the sword list, but they are famous swords. However, if the user's internal strength is higher than that of the opponent, the result will be known only after a good competition.

The silver needle pierced Yan Zong's back, and sharp pain came from everywhere, making a trace of strangeness appear on Yan Zong's rough face. He looked at Hua Qingmo in front of him, and his gaze finally changed a little.

Suddenly, he turned the huge wave, and the strong force directly bounced Hua Qingmo away seven or eight meters away. At the same time, he directly took off the gray robe he was wearing and threw it away. The sturdy and dark upper body was engraved with words, making his whole person look even more terrifying.

Clenching his hands, the green tendons on Yan Zong's arms and forehead rioted, and the whole thing looked like a Shura devil who was going to kill the medicine. Soon, several silver needles were slowly squeezed out of his back, and bright red blood slid on them.

Such a scene made the corners of Hua Qingmo's lips smile, this Yan Zong is really a master, and he actually relied on his own internal strength to force her silver needle out, which is really good. However, if she used the Liuyun Needle to make a move, no matter how high Yan Zong's internal strength was, it would be useless. But unfortunately, the Flowing Cloud Needle was not by her side at this time, and all she could use was the ordinary silver needle.

After the silver needle was forced out of his body, Yan Zong once again danced the huge waves towards Hua Qingmo, the momentum was as steady and vast as a high mountain, and the sword wind of the huge waves was even more like a storm, sweeping thousands of armies, domineering and domineering.

In this regard, Hua Qingmo's eyes sank, and she gathered her internal strength on the Xuanyuan Sword in her hand, preparing to face Yan Zong head-on.

Xuanyuan and the giant waves hit each other again, at this time, the sound like earth-shattering thunder resounded around, and the entire Xuanyuan Pagoda echoed this sound, and the people present hurriedly covered their ears and looked at the scene of the ring with extremely nervous breathing.

Hua Qingmo and the ring under his feet were abnormally damaged, and the internal force shattered the bluestone above, which looked extremely broken. The two of them fought with internal strength, and they both fought on the sword with internal force.

After a stalemate of about a moment, blood spilled from the corners of Yan Zong's lips. Seeing this, Hua Qingmo leaned forward and fought with Yan Zong and Julang with one hand. As for the other hand, he suddenly struck out and slapped Yan Zong's chest with one palm.

Suddenly, the more blood overflowed from Yan Zong's mouth, and the hand holding the giant wave became a little unstable. After a while, Yan Zong's strength was loosened, and Xuanyuan slashed towards Yan Zong along the sword body of the giant wave, and when he was about to cut off his head, Hua Qingmo stopped and kicked over, kicking Yan Zong from the one above the ring.

"Bang ......" instantly, a loud gong came, and the voice of the tower master sounded: "The one who has won the ninety-nine towers this time, Mo Qinghua." ”

The people of the whole Xuanyuan Pagoda have not yet reacted, and the outcome of this battle has been decided.

Flower Qingmo, win.

Immediately, Xuanyuan Pagoda erupted in thunderous applause, although basically everyone in the Ninety-Nine Towers was buying Yan Zongsheng. But after the first battle, Hua Qingmo won as a matter of course, deserved to win, and also won their respect and support.

Coming down from the ring, Hua Qingmo walked in front of the tower master, holding the Xuanyuan sword in both hands, looking at the tower master, his eyes were as clear as water: "Tower master, Mo was able to win this time, thank his master for lending Xuanyuan, and now the original is returned." ”

"Young Master Mo is modest, and his internal strength is strong, otherwise he wouldn't have used this Xuanyuan Sword." The tower master took the Xuanyuan sword, smiled at Hua Qingmo, and said: "Gongzi Lao Mo and go down, you can get a silver ticket of 50,000 taels if you defeat it, and Gongzi will go down and get it." ”

Fifty thousand taels of silver tickets?

Hua Qingmo was slightly stunned, she completely forgot that there was still silver after the victory of the Xuanyuan Tower competition. However, she really didn't care much about the windfall.

Coming out of the Ninety-Nine Tower, Hua Qingmo asked people where to get the money to bet on martial arts. This time, she used all the money she had in Ningjun Wangfu to buy herself to win, she was buying one and earning three, this time, she really made a profit. However, Yan Zong is buying one to earn seven, if he wins, the person who buys him will really make a lot of money.

After learning that the silver bet was taken from the first tower, Hua Qingmo hurried to the first tower, preparing to take the silver ticket and then go to find Shuyun and Momo.

When she walked to the seventh tower, Hua Qingmo stopped suddenly, and a trace of heavy color appeared on her beautiful and beautiful face. Because she was afraid of being discovered, she always used her abilities when she walked in Xuanyuan Tower. At this time, about fifty meters away from her, among the dense trees next to the sixth tower, there was a familiar person, and that person was Feng Shaoqin.

He was dressed in a straight shirt with dark patterns in stone blue, and his black hair was tied up with a crown of green jade. Although his face is somewhat similar to Bai Zixiao, his face is relatively cold and clear, while Bai Zixiao is naturally beautiful and enchanting.

And in front of him stood a woman, she was wearing a lilac chrysanthemum pattern jacket, and an emerald green embroidered oil green twig pattern skirt, the color and style of the clothes were extremely elegant and noble. Outside, there is a large pink and purple flower peony cloak, two white jade lotus hair ornaments are inserted on the bun made of thousands of green silks, and a jasper Qibao exquisite hairpin is pinned to the right.

The woman's face is beautiful, and her face is slightly bright, but it is not good for ordinary women, and her face is not inferior to the peerless beauties Ling Yanhua and Hua Xijin who Hua Qingmo has seen in the Hua Dynasty. This woman is Meng Shangning.

quickly went to the surroundings of the two of them, Hua Qingmo hid to the side, eavesdropping on the two of them.

"Shaoqin, you can help me!" Meng Xianning reached out to hold Feng Shaoqin's hand, her eyes full of pleading.

After Feng Shaoqin heard Meng Xining's words, a trace of extreme pain appeared on his face. He looked at the dense woods in front of him, and after a moment, he looked at Meng Xianning, and said softly: "Shangning, if I take you away, are you willing?" ”

This made Meng Xianning stunned slightly, and then she shook her head, her face full of helplessness: "Shaoqin, even you know that this is self-deception, we can't ask for our lives as soon as we are born, you are, and so am I." ”

"Shang Ning ......" Feng Shaoqin looked at the beautiful face of the woman Meng Shang Ning, his eyes were full of expression, he raised his hand and was about to touch the face of the woman Meng Shang Ning, Meng Shang Ning's voice came again.

"Shaoqin, you know. In my generation, I must marry the sixth prince, otherwise I will marry the fourth prince. Although I don't know what the Sixth Prince is like, at least there are no other women around him, if I marry him, I will be his only one, even if he takes a concubine in the future, he will not want too many women. But the fourth prince, there are hundreds of women in the house, and there are thousands of women, do you really want me to marry such a caring person? ”

Meng Xianning's words made Feng Shaoqin's face slightly gloomy, and his hand slowly lowered. He really wanted to tell her that Bai Zixiao already had a wife, and he spoiled her excessively. However, he could not say.

Seeing that Feng Shaoqin was silent, Meng Xianning raised his hand and attached it to his face, gently rubbing his face against Feng Shaoqin's calloused palm, and said softly: "Shaoqin, have you forgotten your promise to me?" I have tried my best to help me all my life, from the poor to the Yellow Spring, and I will never change. ”

Listening to Meng Shangning talk about her promise to her at such a time, she suddenly remembered the scene when she first met in the lotus pond back then. It was that glance that doomed him to be imprisoned by her for the rest of his life.

Fingertips gently caressed the woman's tender skin, Feng Shaoqin's face had indescribable tenderness, and his voice was poured into the feelings of a lifetime.

"Shang Ning, say what you want to do! I'll help you, and I'll do my best to help you. ”

"I want to make a good deal with the sixth prince first, so that he can't shirk me, and he must marry me."