"The little master of the Wisdom Sword Gate is also here, it should be fine."

Several old people in the competition committee have been nervous in their hearts since they knew that Mu Luosheng had signed up.

The face of my Ming Kingdom is almost on the hands of a few of them who are as old as dead wood.

I was so scared that I didn't sleep for half a night, and I communicated with my old friends overnight, and I didn't say a word to Huijianmen, so I registered the name of the current little master of Huijianmen.

There is no way, other masters are far away from the emperor and can't reach it for a while. I don't know if the other party is in retreat, researching new moves, or busy with important things.

Hey, their younger generation of masters is very insufficient.

The pace of cultivation is too slow.

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince set up a declining army, in addition to the older generation, he also recruited many young warriors as pioneers every year.

The speed at which these forbidden areas in the country increased rapidly, thanks to the lives of the soldiers, they were barely sealed tightly.

Think about the common people a few decades ago, that precarious day, even an old man like him buried his leg in the loess, he wanted to contribute to this world.

Situ Qingshuang, the small master of Huijianmen, has been wandering around Yuncheng, Changxian, and Zhaocheng recently, at least he seems to be relatively idle.

His martial arts are also the best in the younger generation, and when he is pulled into the arena, he may kill Mu Luosheng's arrogance.

While speaking, the atmosphere on the martial arts arena was solemn.

Several old men frowned, their faces were heavy, and they all stopped talking.

Mu Luosheng actually came to an end.

Chen Yi immediately stopped, gently pulled his junior sister, went to the edge of the martial arts arena, and said eagerly, "Quick, take a closer look."

The Cloud City Martial Arts Pavilion was a senior brother, a senior sister, and at the same time stared at it with burning eyes.

Mu Qingyun: "......"

She works as a sparring partner in the door, and her most famous ability is to be able to see through other people's moves at a glance.

The flaws and flaws of the moves, Mu Qingyun can tell one, two, three after looking at it for a while, which usually makes sense.

Although seeing through it does not mean that you can crack it when you really get started, after all, sometimes you just know that it is a flaw, but the martial arts are far from the same, and you are helpless to others.

But I have to say that this ability is indeed a bit divine in the eyes of many disciples of the martial arts hall.

Since Mu Qingyun joined the martial arts hall, except for Sun Feifei, who was deeply hostile, everyone else has behaved enthusiastically.

Of course, in addition to the good atmosphere of their martial arts hall itself, it is more that she has a value that people can see.

Mu Luosheng lifted the heavy sword as if no one was around.

In an instant, the wind blew, and the bricks and stones on the martial arts arena were shaken.

A murderous aura is coming.

In the stands, Sun Zhixin suddenly got up, took a step forward, and frowned.

Suddenly, the wood fell vividly, the sword was like thunder, fast like lightning, and the eighty-pound heavy sword in his hand was like an arm, sometimes heavy as a mountain, sometimes as agile as the wind.

Sun Zhixin was stunned and said, "When did he arrive at the 'Truth-Seeking Realm'? How old is this guy?"

A twenty-two-year-old young man, whose life is still at the beginning, how can he have the background to seek truth?

"The little master of the Wisdom Sword Sect is still just a little bit now."

Several members of the organizing committee sitting next to him also looked a little heavy.

"Don't worry, it looks like he's just getting into the truth."

"That little door master, even if he breaks the delusion realm, he can fight "undefeated", and he can still fight against Shangmu Luosheng."

Sun Zhixin knows.

It's just that the Ming Kingdom has been the Heavenly Empire since ancient times, and the Three Islands Country is something.

As long as he thought that the people of Mishima had the slightest possibility to take away the gold medal at the event he held, and the gold medal was still engraved with the words "peace and stability", his brain was numb.

Damn, if that's the case, he won't have the face to bury himself in his ancestral grave in the future, for fear of being hammered to death by his ancestors and ancestors again.

At this time, almost all the young masters in the morning exercise on the martial arts field were suppressed by Mu Luosheng's aura, and they were cowardly and cowardly, embarrassed like chickens in heavy rain

Child.

The young people in the apricot blossom forest in northern Jiangsu, when they saw Mu Luosheng's sword pointing at them, they didn't care that they were still 108,000 miles away, so they lost their own knives, and the birds were scattered, and they ran cleanly.

Sun Zhixin's face was about to burn, and he was so angry that his heart hurt.

These old people are actually quite good, they are old, they are angry, they are angry, but they can still sit still, but a group of young people present are disgraced and thrown home, and they are so hated that they burn their hearts and livers.

In silence, Si Le came out of the guest room not far away, and walked into the martial arts arena without saying a word, with the sword qi of Mu Luosheng.

Before the others arrived, he suddenly drew his sword and stood up, and a set of "Thirteen Swords of the Moon Palace" that the disciples of the Moon Palace must learn poured out, and the sword light surged towards Mu Luosheng.

The young disciples around him applauded.

The senior brother of the Moon Palace frowned, and several old people were also a little helpless.

"This kid is still a little tender."

The young disciples may not be able to see clearly for a while, but the old people are not good at Si Le's appearance, and sure enough, Si Le's swordsmanship looks very good, but the moment he draws his sword, he is affected by Mu Luosheng and is involved in other people's sword momentum.

If the two people are really fighting against each other now, as soon as Si Le makes a move, it will be a definite defeat.

Si Le was also shocked to find that his expression was solemn, obviously intending to get rid of this force field control, but the more eager he was, the more he wanted to get rid of it, the deeper he fell into it.

For a while, everyone's hearts were uncomfortable, and many of the participating martial artists couldn't help but be discouraged.

How can such a master fight?

Chen Yi said angrily: "What's the big deal, our top boss didn't participate, even if he wins, it's nothing."

Having said that, this is a great humiliation in the eyes of the common people.

The common people don't care, whether their masters are there or not, and they don't care if Mu Luosheng is a quasi-saint disciple, he is talented, and he is a genius of this generation.

They will only know that a person from the country of Mishima, on the ground of the country of Ming, one person has subdued hundreds of masters of great reputation and taken away the gold medal.

Just think about it, everyone present will feel cold to the bone.

Chen Yi gritted his teeth: "No, if it goes on like this, our people won't be on the field tomorrow, they are all scared and lose their sharpness, and when the time comes, the weapon will not be stable, and it will be a fart."

Mu Qingyun blinked and glanced at Chen Yi.

Chen Yi was stunned for a moment, then understood, took a breath, and said with a smile: "Qingqing, that is the senior disciple of the Quasi-Holy Wood Eleven of the Three Islands Country, and the rookie disciple of the Moon Palace, what do you think of their swordsmanship?"

In the past, the disciples were used to playing such games in the martial arts arena, and Chen Yi's first word came out, and there was still some intercoloration, but after saying it, it was natural and frank.

The surrounding senior brothers and sisters also gathered over as usual, with relaxed expressions, pointing and pointing at the martial arts arena, talking and laughing, and the cooperation was tacit, without any trace of intentionality.

Mu Qingyun said with a smile: "Mu Luosheng's swordsmanship is really good, tsk, it's almost perfect, hey, this move is good, but the strength of the left leg has not kept up, and the sword move is three points lighter, but this can't be blamed on him, it's a problem with the sun, just according to his eyes."

"Ah, this trick is not right, he must have simplified himself, and for a moment there was an empty door on his chest."

"It's a good trick, it's crisp, it's not muddy. Hmm, there shouldn't be a combo here, obviously not proficient, nay, sure enough, there was a flaw."