Mu Qingyun glanced at the two people who were standing in the ring, and quickly turned around and asked Wang Jiaoxi next to him to inquire about information.

"You know?"

Wang Jiaoxi coughed, looked away and changed the topic, "Uh, Qingqing, you go and prepare, your second round, it is estimated that it will be your turn in ten minutes."

Mu Qingyun sometimes writes about master moves, and he can make hundreds of moves at every turn, or he will fight for three days and three nights.

But in fact, after coming here and really starting to practice martial arts, and even starting to practice internal strength, she found that there were very few real duels that could fight a hundred moves, unless it was a coaching match, a practice match or something like that.

Mu Qingyun really let go of the fight, and used all his strength, at most thirty or fifty moves, and if there were more, the moves would gradually go out of shape.

After more than ten minutes, you will definitely feel very tired.

Three days and three nights?

Not to mention fighting, if you practice martial arts for three days and three nights, you have to lose half your life.

Her martial arts are not weak, and there should be a thin line between her and her entering the micro realm, just a little accumulation, a little fire.

Now that I am practicing, I can already feel that the qi and blood in my body are full, and the qi comes out through the skin and bone marrow, and when the true qi flows all over my body, the divine consciousness is condensed, and I can naturally understand the subtleties of my body to the limit.

She didn't know. What is the continuity of the output of those masters who break the delusional realm?

She had only seen a delusional master, the quasi-sword saint wood eleven of the Mishima country.

Situ Qingshuang, the young master of the Hui Sword Sect, didn't bother thinking about it at all, and he just hit a dozen casually, but it was only a few moves.

Of course, the gap between Situ Qingshuang and others is too big, and it is really not easy to compare.

However, even if the two Delusion Realm fight, it probably won't last long, and if it's really a matter of life and death, many times it's just a matter of a few moves.

The wind and rain were blowing, and the rain hit the ground, splashing clouds of mist.

On the edge of the stands, several old people looked at each other, and their hearts were beating.

Mu Qingyun paused, and Zhuo Yanfei, the master of his own family, actually wrinkled his eyebrows, with a look of distraction: "Why hasn't Situ Qingshuang come yet? He must not let us pigeons go."

"Several disciples of my family have signed up, and they don't even have a good idea, so they definitely can't fight Mu Luosheng."

Situ Qingshuang didn't come?

Mu Qingyun was a little surprised, but this was not the time to think about this, she took a deep breath, adjusted the light soft armor on her body according to the instructions she had told her in advance, and then checked her shoes and sword.

The sword should also be carefully cleaned and wiped clean.

I heard that more than ten years ago, there was a case that has not been solved to this day.

One of the contestants in the big competition that year didn't pay attention, and someone didn't know who smeared poison on the blade, and many of his opponents were injured by him, and they didn't pay attention at first, but then the poison actually spread, and it was still infectious.

More than thirty mouthfuls died in one breath.

The court was furious and ordered Dali Temple to investigate strictly, and Dali Temple changed a Dali Temple Secretary for this reason, but no evidence was found.

The contestants have been practicing martial arts for more than ten years, although they were born in a folk martial arts hall, but they are not without roots, and they have never done anything except practicing martial arts since they were young.

The sword he used was a standard weapon taken directly from the competition committee.

After this case, everyone formed a conditioned reflex, and before going to the ring, not only to look at their own weapons, but also to help their relatives and friends pay attention to the opponent's weapons.

The thoughts drifted more and more, but Mu Qingyun's heart became quieter and quieter.

Soon, the time was up.

Mu Qingyun walked towards his ring, and glanced at Chen Yi before leaving.

She was still fighting with Zhou Zhi, Mu Qingyun took a closer look, and was dumbfounded, and her eyes flew for a while.

At this moment, around Chen Yi's ring, the ordinary audience applauded and shouted "come on", so anxious that their faces were red and their necks were thick, and they couldn't be lively.

Insiders bow their heads, pout, roll their eyes, and laugh.

Master Zhuo didn't put his mind over there, but it was nothing, teaching them, especially Wang Jiaoxi, who taught Chen Yi the most, his face was so twitched that he almost pulled his chin.

In fact, Chen Yi's sword intent is long, and his swordsmanship can already reveal Xiaocheng's atmosphere.

At her age, she can't be said to be bad.

The problem is that Zhou Zhi's performance is simply honest and fearful, that is, he is afraid that Chen Yi will be uncomfortable in the fight, and he can't wait to send his whole body, from head to toe, to Chen Yi's sword, and let her play with it.

In such a competition, Chen Yi couldn't be blamed for being so angry that his face turned pale, but he roared several times, and Zhou Zhi couldn't understand anything.

Mu Qingyun: "......"

Bang!

Mu Qingyun suddenly came back to his senses.

In the ring, the corners of Sun Feifei's mouth outlined a little cruel smile, and suddenly shook the soft whip, and the whip hit the bluestone on the ring, the electric light flashed, and the boulder shattered.

The surrounding audience was in an uproar.

This whip has the power to crack stones.

"It's Sun Feifei!"

"The opponent seems to be a newcomer to the Cloud City Martial Arts Gym, and he hasn't participated in a single competition."

"I've seen the doctors here."

Zhuo Yanfei's attention shifted suddenly, stood up and got out of the stands, and walked to the side of the martial arts arena.

Mu Qingyun's expression did not move, his eyes fell lightly on Sun Feifei, and a trace of contempt involuntarily rose in his heart.

That's not good.

Mu Qingyun swept away that little bit of lofty thoughts.

But standing here, she suddenly felt full of confidence, don't say that the other party didn't make a breakthrough, even if she broke through on the spot, suddenly she was in detail, Mu Qingyun actually thought that the winner was still herself.

That kind of pride and determination is really a little strange.

In her previous life, she must have been a person who was used to winning.

Sun Feifei's moves, flaws, and all the weaknesses on her body seemed to be unfolding in front of her eyes.

In the rain and mist, the referee shouted solemnly, "Go!"

As soon as the words fell, Sun Feifei's eyes were clear, her right arm was quickly flicked, and the silver long whip swept straight at Mu Qingyun's eyebrows.

The long whip is a soft weapon, but Sun Feifei is very fierce when he uses it.

Mu Qingyun held the scabbard in one hand and the hilt of the sword in the other, with a smile on his face, he suddenly pulled out the sword by half an inch, not only did not dodge, but also instantly accelerated and flew straight towards Su Feifei's long whip.

The disciples outside the arena couldn't help but close their eyes.

The disciples of the other sects also sighed in their hearts, a newcomer is a newcomer, reckless and impulsive.

Sun Feifei is an offensive master, and usually uses fierce attacks to knock the opponent down in one breath as soon as she fights.

If you dodge her first attack, her ferocity won't be as strong after that.

This little newcomer chooses the wrong way to deal with it, and I'm afraid he will lose quickly.

"Wow!"

Before the thoughts in her mind were finished, Mu Qingyun had already bumped into Sun Feifei's side, and the sword was closed before it was completely unsheathed, and the scabbard slashed into her mouth.

Sun Feifei didn't even have time to make a second move, the pain hit, her eyes were dark, bang, and she fell unconscious in the ring.

The referee said calmly: "Zhang Qingqing wins."

There was silence in the room.

After a while, the masters, uncles, and martial arts halls of various sects finally figured out what was going on.

The little newcomer's sword actually cut Sun Feifei's long whip from the center in an instant.

The long whip is long and thin, soft and flexible, and it is almost impossible to split the whole long whip into two from a round surface the thickness of the thumb.

"No, she cut her own whip herself."

Zhuo Yanfei smiled.

The others thought about it and nodded their heads.

"She played with a whip in her hand, but she had to pursue the strength of cutting iron like clay, and the force poured into the whip body, in fact, she turned the whip into a "sword" and a "knife", missing its own advantages."

A soft whip is hard to break, but when it becomes an "inferior" sword, it's much easier to break.

The stronger and more ferocious Sun Feifei's strength was, the faster her whip was cut.