"You said, you want to join the Cloud City Martial Arts Hall to learn martial arts?"

The little guy guarding the door was stunned, looked Mu Qingyun up and down, and was a little overwhelmed for a while.

The main thing is that he has been guarding the door of the Cloud City Martial Arts Hall for seven or eight years, and he has never seen such a new thing.

There is no worship, no recommendation, and you are going to come to apprentice alone?

said that Mu Qingyun had perfunctory Yue Ling, a cheap girl, and packed herself up the next day, and went straight to the Yuncheng Martial Arts Hall.

This Cloud City Martial Arts Hall is quite easy to find, and after asking for directions a little, I found the place.

The door wall is very high, and there seems to be a homeless nursing home standing guard outside the door, which is quite quiet.

She walked to the door, and then she was a little troubled.

In her era, the martial arts hall was open for business, as long as she went, someone would definitely entertain her, Mu Qingyun originally thought, no matter which era, the martial arts hall should not be much different.

Perhaps the number of disciples recruited here is small, but it is also open to welcome visitors from all directions.

As soon as she arrived, she immediately reacted to the towering walls and closed gates.

This martial arts hall is not a place to do business, it is really the same as the function of the city martial arts team.

Anyway, it's not like someone can get in casually and if they want to.

But it's coming.

Mu Qingyun didn't even hesitate, he went up and knocked on the door.

The little guy guarding the door was probably told not to bully ordinary people outside with a fox and a tiger, although his eyes widened, and he looked at Mu Qingyun like a big fool.

But the people still politely let her leave her famous thorn, and said that she would tell the owner of the hall about his old man when she turned around.

Mu Qingyun: "......"

There can be a response, there is a ghost.

After practicing the Dafa of observing words and colors for a year and a half, Mu Qingyun understood it in an instant.

It is almost impossible for a wild person like her to join the Cloud City Martial Arts Hall.

Her heart sank slightly, she didn't know if it was just the Cloud City Martial Arts Gym, or the official Martial Arts Hall of this era.

After all, more than 100 years have passed, and it is really difficult to understand the whole picture.

Mu Qingyun even went to the archives to find the county chronicles here in Yuncheng to see, only the county chronicles were fragments, and there was no detailed introduction of the local martial arts hall.

During this time, most of the masters in the international competition were from Jiangnan Moon Palace, Huijianmen, Kunlun Sword School, Hui'an Yangmen and other famous families.

In addition to the arena, there are also many famous masters such as Jiang Zhiqing, which is a year when martial arts are popular.

But in a small place like Cloud City, there aren't many records.

When people of later generations mention the warriors here, they must praise those sword gods, sword immortals, and those peerless wizards who can't produce a few peerless wizards for hundreds of years.

At the very least, it must be the pinnacle of breaking the delusional realm.

Ordinary delusion realms are not qualified to be remembered by history books.

After all, local little masters may generally have the realm of breaking delusion, but if they really want to fight, they may not be able to win against the peak of truth-seeking sent by famous families.

and the top Delusion Breaker master, those are two creatures entirely.

Glancing at the strict access control, Mu Qingyun was thoughtful.

She has already inquired, and there are several more reliable martial arts halls in Cloud City, such as the Shanhe Martial Arts Hall and the Bowei Martial Arts Hall, all of which are not easy to enter.

Coincidentally, she was talking to the little maid here, and four people came out of the door.

Three young men, two men and one woman, were escorting an old man with half-white hair out of the house.

This old man can't tell his age just by looking at his face, and he can only be said to be an old man because of the color of his beard and hair.

The old man was very kind, and the three young men were not on him when they sent him out.

The two men were comforting the girl in a low voice: "Don't be sad, let's find a few junior sisters to be your sparring partners when we go back, practice well, and in the group stage next month, we will definitely beat him all over the ground to find his teeth, so that he can swallow today's words back."

"Su Hang's kid is also a bastard, and his grandmother is ruthless in a practice match."

Mu Qingyun blinked, his mind moved, and he walked over and said, "Miss."

Are you looking for someone to spar with?"

The young girl with a sad face paused, looked over in surprise, hesitated, and said nothing, her eyes fluttering.

Mu Qingyun knew at a glance that this girl must be thinking of all kinds of excuses for refusal.

However, the little girl is very soft-skinned and is not likely to refuse people.

"Don't hide it from Miss, my family is poor, my mother is seriously ill, she needs to recuperate for a long time, and she needs money everywhere."

"But I didn't have any good at it, except that I learned a little kung fu when I was a child."

Mu Qingyun's voice softened by eight degrees.

The little girl suddenly hesitated.

The old man standing at the front seemed to be a little surprised at this moment, and his eyes were glued to Mu Qingyun.

The young man behind him hurriedly reached out and secretly pulled the sleeve of Shizu's coat.

Staring at a girl like this, let outsiders see it, do they still want a reputation in Baiyunmen?

The old man tugged hard, pulled back his sleeve, and glanced at his apprentice angrily.

Half big is not small, twisted and pinched, what is it like.

The old man patted away the apprentice grandson and stroked the white tiger whiskers: "Yi'er, just follow this girl and let her be your sparring partner."

Three apprentices: "??"

What is the ancestor doing?

Don't care what the old man wants to do, just the old man spoke, and Mu Qingyun entered the martial arts hall smoothly.

The little girl's name is Chen Yi, and she looks young, but she is actually twenty-one years old this year, and it has been eight years since she entered the Cloud City Martial Arts Hall.

The other two teenagers, one named Chen Gang and the other named Chen Hu, are from Changxian County like Chen Yi, the Chen family is a small martial arts family, and the three of them were originally taught and raised by the same master.

What I learned was Chen Jiaquan.

The ancestors of the Chen family went to the rivers and lakes to sell their arts, and later by chance, they passed on a set of boxing to the masters, and they studied hard and became famous, which led to the Chen family.

The owner of the Yuncheng Martial Arts Gym accidentally saw Chen Yi boxing well, so he went over to fool the parents and led the people away.

The two brothers, Chen Gang and Chen Hu, were later selected and recommended for entry.

According to the years and months when he joined the martial arts hall, Chen Yi was earlier than Chen Gang and Chen Hu, but the "junior sister" was used to being called, so it never changed.

As soon as you enter the gate of the martial arts hall, there is a large martial arts field, full of quaint plum blossom piles, various ropes, and suspended wood chips.

There were almost seventeen or eighteen disciples practicing martial arts.

"Let's try it first?"

Chen Gang said with a smile.

The ancestor spoke, then this little girl must stay, but whether it can be used or not, you have to try.

As soon as Chen greeted him, a few disciples rushed out in four clicks, put aside the messy debris on the martial arts arena in three or two clicks, and "drove away" the other training disciples to make room.

He nodded, "Senior sister, go to the event."

Chen Yi walked to the martial arts arena and took a sword from the weapon rack.

The sword was custom-made for her, lighter, longer, and slightly softer than a regular sword.

Chen Yixin stabbed forward with his hand, his body moved with the wind, and the sword light flickered for a while.

Mu Qingyun raised her head, her swordsmanship was light and soft, elegant but powerful.

The sword wind swept on the sword test stone in front of him, leaving almost the same traces one after another.

Chen Gang said with a smile: "This is the Baiyun Sword Technique, which is the basic sword technique of our Cloud City Martial Arts Gym, and you sparring partners will also learn it later."

He paused, looked at Mu Qingyun, and then looked at all the disciples around him, miscellaneous servants, and other sparring partners.

"Don't underestimate it, our master said that the Baiyun Sword Technique is the best foundational sword technique in the entire Cloud City."

"Pumping, carrying, lifting, checking, hitting, stabbing, pointing, collapsing and other basics, this set of swordsmanship is the most standard."

"I, the Elder of the Sword Pavilion of the Ming Kingdom, is the Sword God Xiao Lingfeng's Falling Moon Sword powerful?"

"The swordsmanship masters in the Mishima Country, the Southern Country, and those countries in the West who are also proficient in swordsmanship must also admit that when it comes to swordsmanship, the swordsmanship of each country combined, perhaps

Quickly fall into the moon sword for three points."

"But it's Xiao Lingfeng's Falling Moon Sword, as he said himself, novice beginners, in terms of laying a solid foundation, the Falling Moon Sword is far from being able to reach a few basic swordsmanship, including our family's Baiyun Sword Technique."

"It's true that everyone wants to learn powerful swordsmanship, but if you really put the sword book of the Falling Moon Sword in front of you, do you think you can learn it?"

"Most people are untalented, so don't be too ambitious."

Mu Qingyun turned a deaf ear, and watched Chen Yi practice swords in the martial arts arena with all his attention, this set of white cloud swords was a bit like spring rain, gentle, continuous, but very effective.

She watched and watched, and began to play back in her head, one move at a time, and it was extended.

Subconsciously, his fingers turned slightly, and his mind began to unconsciously evolve this set of swordsmanship.

[Swordsmanship: +0.01+0.01......]

She hadn't even actually gotten her hands on the sword, as if she had learned it.

On the martial arts field, Chen Yi has already begun to practice for the third time.

The third move, the white clouds watching the sun, and the fourth move, the connection between the spring is problematic, and the angle of the change should be 30 degrees down.

There is also a seventh move, shooting the sun, although the essence of this move is fast, it should not be as sharp and fast as Chen Yi, it should be lighter and more hidden.

Mu Qingyun instinctively felt that he was right.

For a while, her thoughts spread, and she was in a trance a little, and she heard Chen Yi on the martial arts arena, a slightly shy voice: "Miss Zhang."

Chen Yi beckoned to her, and Mu Qingyun walked over, not using the sword handed over by the other disciples, only taking a small hand shield.

Chen Gang nodded, "Let's start."

"Three fingers."

"White clouds watching the sun."

"Shoot the sun."

"Immortal Phoenix Dance."

「……」

Chen Yi stabbed with her sword, and the sword moves were endless, just like when she fought against her sparring partners countless times, she didn't use internal force, just made a move.

Even if she doesn't use internal strength, her swordsmanship is very fast.

A large white flash flashed in front of Mu Qingyun's eyes, and he was stumbling for a while, unable to parry.

The disciples on the left and right, as well as those sparring partners, all gathered around to watch.

The two brothers, Chen Gang and Chen Hu, nodded and said with a smile, "Miss Zhang is right, she really has some skills."

Although Mu Qingyun seems to be far from Chen Yi's opponent, this does not mean that she is not a qualified sparring partner.

In their brother's opinion, a small sparring partner picked up at the door is already very useful to this extent.

Even if the martial arts hall cultivates elite disciples, it will not even require a sparring partner to enter the subtle realm.

It didn't take long for Chen Yi to feel very happy.

She fought faster and faster, and the more fluent she played, the grievances of being hammered twenty times under Su Hang's hands today finally gradually disappeared.

The disciples applauded.

The ancestor of these disciples next to him, Fang Ruofeng, the master of Baiyun Gate, shook his head lightly, crying and laughing: "These little fools."

The disciples and grandchildren of his family are all children in the end, and they have too little experience.

If they look closely, they will find that the little sparring partner was still in a hurry at the beginning, and he couldn't keep up with Yi'er's sword moves.

But in just a quarter of an hour, the two of them were able to watch.

She also went from being stiff and completely parrying to showing a little ease.

This Miss Zhang's block, as long as she misses it once, she will never miss it a second time.

In fact, from the moment he saw this little girl, Fang Ruofeng was surprised in his heart.

He'd seen this kid.

About seven or eight days ago, he was drinking in a liquor store, and this kid used to teach a few scoundrels.

At that time, he thought that this kid had a bit of talent.

But he didn't care much at the time, which disciple of Baiyunmen would have no talent?

In these years, anyone who can practice martial arts well, talent, luck, and even adventures

, all the same indispensable.

It's not that you have a good background, you have to be talented, otherwise it's lucky, otherwise no matter what, you can only stand out from the public.

But this girl is too outrageous.

Zhang Qingqing, who he saw that day, just learned foreign kung fu and had some boxing basics.

As for swordsmanship, ahem, that's not bad, it's not at all.

But seeing her again today, she doesn't just have that little bit of foundation.

The spirit is full of energy, and the charm has been cultivated between the eyebrows and eyes.

Although I didn't really see her shoot, now she is sparring, focusing on the word "accompaniment".

She also did a very good job and was very qualified.

In such a qualification, Fang Ruofeng can see the unbelievable speed of progress.

Fang Ruofeng took a deep breath and calmed down.

Look again, no hurry.

He is really busy, Baiyunmen has not had a disciple break through the reincarnation competition for several years, and he can participate in the big competition.

Fang Ruofeng is already seventy-six, and he can only participate in the ten-year competition once at most, which is three years later.

Wait another ten years, he is seventy-seven, and his life is seventy years old, even if he is a sword god, seventy-seven is not the age of a Hades king chasing his life, but he will never have the energy to take his apprentice to participate in the most high-profile international competition.

"If we are in the wind, we are not without ambition."

Cultivating disciples is really exhausting.

Distracting thoughts surged in her mind like water, and when she saw Mu Qingyun turn her shield, she actually stuck to the tip of Chen Yi's sword, she showed a little smile on her face, and said softly, "Come."

The words fell, and he pressed down gently, and actually took Chen Yi to practice the sword.

Chen Yi didn't react at first, but instinctively felt that today's sparring was incredible, and he was subconsciously used by Mu Qingyun to make a spring move, and he suddenly felt very different.

It seems that the stagnation that she has realized over the years, or has not yet realized, is like ice melting away from snow.

Fang Ruofeng's face suddenly turned red, and his eyes bulged out: "Damn, this can be endured!"

If such a disciple doesn't fight for it, then he can only be an idiot.

He suddenly stepped forward and took a step, then stopped, coughed, looked left and right, but still did not move.

Zhang Qingqing's foundation has not yet been laid, and it is just right to put it in the Baiyun Martial Arts Pavilion.

No one knew that in this short quarter of an hour or so, Fang Sect Master's mind went back and forth several times.

Two quarters of an hour later, Chen Yi's eyes were shining, sweating all over her body, and her cheeks were red, clearly showing that her qi and blood were active and refreshed.

Anyone could see the satisfaction in her expression.

[Sword Technique +0.01+0.01......]

[Skill: Sword Technique 1 (White Cloud Sword Technique)]

Mu Qingyun brushed "Chen Yi" and forcibly brushed his swordsmanship proficiency.

By the way, I also learned a set of swordsmanship.

Naturally, I was quite happy.