Gao Ling held the bamboo sword and stood still, the condensed qi and blood dormant in her body surfaced, making her sense of oppression in her strict posture increase sharply, and just before she held the sword, including Qin Xin and Yun Han, no one noticed Gao Ling's qi and blood cultivation, it was like pulling up a cloud-inserting peak from the ground! . Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

She started running forward!

The familiar and unfamiliar posture of the brown-red-haired girl in the corner of his eyes made Qin Xin involuntarily appear a tall figure of a cold middle-aged man standing still like a mountain.

When the mountains are not moving, they can be proud of the waves, but what if the mountains are galloping?

Although there was still a distance away, the few Juntianliu swordsmen who stopped in front of Gao Ling's rushing path had already had the illusion that the earth was shaking in the huge sense of oppression, and they wanted to escape from there, but their legs were as if they were filled with lead!

Someone recalled in horror the real martial arts powerhouses that Jun Tianliu had described, those terrifying monsters that could make ordinary people mentally collapse with just the oppression of their own qi and blood, and the girl in front of them was actually one of them.

The swordsman who scolded Yun Han before for letting him fight was cold, didn't the intelligence say that she was a squatter at home who needed someone to take care of her even to eat! What's going on with this feeling of oppression!?

The figure of the brown-haired girl in the shocked pupils of the Juntianliu swordsmen became clearer and clearer!

"When she doesn't hold a sword, she looks like Chaoyan, and after she picks up a sword, she becomes very similar to you." An old voice sounded in Gao Shan's ears, dry and subtle, like the grinding sound of dead leaves.

In the exclusive stand of Dongming Forestry University, there was a short old man on the side of the chief teacher Xi Gaoshan, who was wearing a traditional earthy yellow straight-lined deep coat, and a large cyan belt embroidered with black swallow patterns was tied around his waist, and a bamboo pipe dry tobacco pouch was inserted in the green belt.

Takayama lowered his eyebrows and said, "My daughter doesn't look like anyone, she's just herself, Ise Mamoru Sensei." ”

"Your ...... The eldest daughter of the Rinmori Gao clan can also be just herself. Ise Mamoru narrowed his eyes and stared at one of the two most proud disciples in his life, and the wrinkles on his face were deepened by this movement.

"Just because she's my daughter, I want her to be just herself."

Ise Mamoru wrinkled his old face, let out a sigh like a dead leaf blown by the wind, and said, "Takayama, I'm old, and I'm about to lose sight of you, but with your current eyes, you can already see me clearly, right?" ”

Gao Shan said respectfully: "Teacher's swordsmanship, even if you only see my shadow, you can defeat me." Even if I see the teacher clearly, what is the difference between me and the person who looks up at the sky in the valley? ”

Ise Mamoru chuckled and said: "I'm not talking about swordsmanship, swordsmanship is just a small path, and what can be shrouded in the sky on the path is just a square inch of land, a square inch of land, and the depth and boundlessness can be." Takayama, you have to see more important things clearly......" The old man tapped the wrinkle on his forehead with a cigarette pot and spread his brow.

"Don't be like that bastard, who can see everything clearly, but lies in the mud with his eyes closed, and that waste look makes people feel disgusted when they see it."

Ise Mamoru raised his head, his old, cloudy yellow eyes opening and closing slightly, and there seemed to be an imperceptible faint trace flashing in the sight he saw.

On a stand seven or eight hundred meters away, the baseball cap on Du Chuan's head and the metal wine jug in his hand suddenly split into two, two broken caps and half of the metal wine jug fell, and the wine that flowed out spilled on the ground, and a little blood between his eyebrows slipped down the bridge of his nose, and he was extremely embarrassed, but he didn't care about drinking half of the residual wine in the wine jug in his hand, and his eyes always stopped on Gao Ling's body in the picture of the spectators.

Brownish-red hair, exactly like her.

Raising his hand to appease the frightened Lu Bingzang, Du Chuan slowly swallowed the liquor that had long been unknown in his mouth, and looked at the little girl he regarded as his daughter in the picture on the battlefield very seriously and very well, using the swordsmanship taught to her by her real father.

Gao Ling, who had stopped from running, swung a heavy mountain blow in his hand, and the entire Moon-Piercing Gymnasium suddenly fell into darkness.

The faces of the battlefield, the faces of the stands, the faces of those who were thinking about inside and outside the arena, all disappeared into the deep darkness.

The faces in the darkness, some rejoicing, some lamenting, are like countless flowers that bloom in the dark river.

A hundred pillars of light spilled down from the dark dome of the Guanyue Gymnasium, just enveloping the posture of the last hundred swordsmen who survived the initial battle of the individual competition. They had a bit of a good time and were not surprised by the result. Some of them were crumbling with scars all over their bodies, and they wept with joy in the pillars of light that fell from the sky.

The picture of the studio appeared overhead, and the narrator's voice sounded at the right time: "Audience! After a fierce battle, the first battle of the individual competition of the National College Kendo Competition finally came to an end! Let's applaud these brave young men! For the sword and courage, and for their victory! ”

All the spectators in the stadium stood up and erupted in cheers and applause.

“…… The 100 players who have won the first time will enter the official competition, so please look forward to their better performance in the main competition! ”

Qin Xin and Yun Han pulled the intersecting bamboo swords apart, and the freckled swordsman inserted the long and short swords back into the leather sheath on his waist and turned to leave, the first battle was over, and there was no need to fight anymore.

Qin Xin grabbed Gao Ling, who was still curiously observing the pillar of light that would move with him, and walked towards the exit of the arena.

The deafening cheers and applause made him feel crowded, and he pulled Gao Ling and quickly walked to the area of the Winter Great Kendo Club in the Guanyue Gymnasium.

Zuo Ling stood there looking at him, Qin Xin let go of Gao Ling's hand and walked over, thinking if he could hug his lover as a welcome after the game.

"Smack!"

Before he could open his hand and get closer, a white wet towel was thrown in his face by Zuo Ling like a discus, making a snapping sound.

"Wipe your hands and face clean." She said coldly, and then without saying anything else, she turned around and walked towards the outside of the Guanyue Gymnasium.

When Qin Xin took the towel off his face, there was no longer Zuo Ling's figure in front of him.

"Where's she?" Qin Xin asked, and he saw that Gao Ling was also sweating a little on her forehead and neck, so he pulled her over and wiped her sweat with a wet towel.

Gao Ling raised his face and asked Qin Xin to wipe her forehead, and said, "She left in a huff just now, did you offend her again." ”

"Angry?" It was hard for Qin Xin to imagine Zuo Ling's expression.

"Her expression is still so cold, anyway, I can see that I'm angry, you're so stupid!" Gao Ling said with disdain.

"Angry?" Qin Xin was puzzled and folded the white wet towel that had wiped Gao Ling's sweat to the other side, and led Gao Ling out while wiping his sweat.

After returning to the annex of Dongming Forestry University in Dijing, Qin Xin, who still didn't know why Zuo Ling was angry, took a towel in his hand and knocked on the door of Zuo Ling's room nervously.

"Get in."

For some reason, hearing her familiar impatient voice, Qin Xin felt a little relieved, pushed open the door and walked into Zuo Ling's room.