The cold woman looked at her opponent and frowned.

After all, he likes to be clean, and the man opposite is like he is against himself.

The clothes were dirty and messy, as if they hadn't been washed for many days.

The pants have a few holes, and they are patched up and put on again.

There is a sloppy feeling all over the body.

The man opposite didn't seem to know it, and after walking on stage, he was still looking at him and showing a bright smile.

"Hello beauty, my name is Ge Qing, and I'm from the clothes pie."

"Let's get started."

Mo Ziyan didn't want to talk to this man too much for a moment.

At the beginning, he quickly moved forward, and a patch of frost formed everywhere he passed.

Ge Qing didn't back down, still standing in place, casually raising his right arm.

"Click."

The two were entangled together, and Mo Ziyan brought a cold wind with every palm, but Ge Qing was still so lazy that he didn't even want to take an extra step with his feet, and he cracked the cold woman's moves when he saw the moves.

Suddenly, in the stalemate, Ge Qing waved away with a palm.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Mo Ziyan gave up the entanglement, moved back, and then looked at the other party with a solemn face.

Although Ge Qing seems to be lazy, his tricks are subtle, blocking his every style.

And the cultivation in the middle stage of building his own foundation is not half a point cheap in front of men.

"It's a little cold."

Ge Qing shook his hands and fell pieces of silver.

"But I'm rough and thick-skinned, so I'm not afraid of freezing."

Then he retracted his demeanor, and his eyes focused on the cold woman.

Mo Ziyan instantly felt nervous and put on a posture.

"Mo Ziyan is upset."

In the distance at the palace pavilion, the second prince commented.

"Mo Ziyan was dragged by the opposite side from the beginning, and Ge Qing's indifferent state gave Mo Ziyan the idea of a quick victory, but the first few attacks did not work."

"Now that Ge Qing is serious, she has already suppressed Mo Ziyan in her momentum, and Ge Qing's eyes forced her to lift her mind, if this continues, she will not be able to hold back sooner or later."

"What the second prince said is reasonable."

Above the ring.

Ge Qing didn't attack either, just stared at Mo Ziyan like this.

Mo Ziyan also knew that if he waited like this, he would only be at his own disadvantage, so he took the initiative to attack again.

"Good time!" Ge Qing shouted.

This time, Ge Qing no longer waited in place, but took the initiative to meet him.

The two were entangled again.

But unlike last time, Ge Qing did not defend passively, but was constantly looking for opportunities to counterattack.

Mo Ziyan brought a fierce cold wind, and his right palm fist attacked Ge Qing's throat.

Mo Ziyan's purpose was to force Ge Qing to defend and take the initiative into his own hands again.

When Mo Ziyan hit Ge Qing's throat with his right fist, Ge Qing quickly resisted with his arm, hung Mo Ziyan's right elbow with his backhand, and shook it.

"Oops!"

The opposite side was already good at close quarters, and this flaw was accurately grasped, Ge Qing immediately stretched out his right foot forward, resisted the outside of Mo Ziyan's left foot, and worked up and down.

Mo Ziyan's body fell backwards uncontrollably, and it took a lot of effort to stabilize his body.

found that the opposite side did not take advantage of the victory to pursue, and stood in place and waited.

"What's the name of this move?"

Mo Ziyan was unwilling, thinking that he was already a new generation leader of the sect and would definitely be able to shine in the imperial city, but he fell behind in the first round of competition.

"Slanted Single-Whip." Ge Qing said, "Girl, your exercises are very distinctive, and your cultivation is not weaker than mine, but you are too impatient. ”

The two didn't attack either, and chatted on stage.

"You could have relied on the advantages of the exercises to continuously weaken my spiritual power, and when I was exhausted, I would have been able to win at that time."

Ge Qing shook his head and smiled.

"It's a pity that you thought about beating me at the beginning, so you got started."

Mo Ziyan also understood that what Ge Qing said was right, and blushed.

But the stubborn Mo Ziyan still refused to give up.

"Please take my last resort."

"Okay."

The cold air around Mo Ziyan was even stronger, and he was running the exercises with all his might.

"When I heard that Guang Hanbu was urging to the extreme, it was like this, the girl is really good."

"Look at the move." Mo Ziyan shouted, and rushed with billowing cold air all over his body.

Ge Qing was not in a hurry, leaned forward and sank, took the initiative to grab Mo Ziyan's wrist when Mo Ziyan was close, quickly turned his body to the left, turned his body suddenly, and used his hands and feet at the same time.

Seeing this, Mo Ziyan clapped his other hand towards Ge Qing, trying to break free from Ge Qing's shackles.

But I saw Ge Qing leaning down, forcing Mo Ziyan's attack away, and at the same time quickly sinking down, grabbing Mo Ziyan's other wrist and falling backwards.

But for a moment, Ge Qing's movements stagnated.

Ge Qing's body gradually formed a layer of frost.

Mo Ziyan took advantage of the situation to break free and slapped his palm at Ge Qing.

While shattering the frost, Ge Qing fell backwards uncontrollably.

"Da, da, da."

Ge Qing took several steps before he could barely stabilize his figure.

Ge Qing stopped in place, covered his chest, and said with a smile: "Miss Mo, it seems that I was careless this time, it turns out that you still have a back hand." ”

Mo Ziyan smiled slightly: "People can't fall in the same place three times, but this time you won the competition, if you didn't keep your hand, I would have lost a long time ago." ”

Then he decisively jumped out of the ring.

The referee saw one side walk down, and then announced: "In the first game of Group B, Ge Qing wins." ”

Ge Qing was also shocked by the woman's decision, then smiled, scratched his head, and left the venue.

Originally, I still wanted to send Miss Mo to win, but I didn't expect her to take a step first.

"It's wonderful." The little fish is fascinated by it.

"There have been back-and-forth matches in Group B, Ge Qing is obviously stronger than Mo Ziyan, but in the end, Mo Ziyan overshadowed Ge Qing, and he can be regarded as regaining a little face."

In the next few games, Xiao Yuer and everyone in the audience cheered and cheered.

The variety of moves is dazzling, and there are few one-sided matches.

"Group B No. 9, Group B Eleven, please come to the stage."

"Sister Xuan! It's your turn. ”

"Hmm."

The beautiful woman walked to the field.

"Huayue Sect, Xuanyi."

The crowd whispered.

Xuanyi is in the best state of her life, and her face is at the right time.

When standing with a sword, it looks even more sassy.

Opposite Xuanyi, a man walked up to the stage with a folding fan.

"Clothed pie, Ge Ling."

"You're a Dippy too?"

"Not bad."

"What does Ge Qing have to do with you?"

"He's my brother."

"Then why do you hold a fan with a handle, and your clothes are so clean."

Xuan Yi looked at each other curiously.

Ge Ling didn't expect the woman on the other side to have so many questions, so he replied:

"Because my branch is more clean."

"Got it."

"You strike first." Ge Ling opened the folding fan like a gentleman.

"Really?"

"Really."

"Okay."

In the mirror, under the moon.

One of the three types of ritual and shadow, painting and shadowing.

Ge Ling just saw the sword body in front of him reflecting his face.

In the next second, a trace of black hair fell from the bun.

"Concession."