The rain still didn't stop, and as soon as the game was over, the crowd put on their robes and hats and left in a hurry.

Wang Jiaoxi first counted his disciples neatly, and then led them back to the room.

"Shanshan, you are the senior sister, take the promoted junior brothers, the junior sisters go to bathe and change clothes, and arrange the hotel to cook some ginger soup for us to drink."

The older female disciple nodded in response.

In their Yuncheng Martial Arts Hall, six people advanced in the first round of the competition, three men and three women, and they were quite symmetrical.

Although the others lost, they had nothing to be frustrated, and when they went to change their clothes, they helped keep an eye on the food in the hotel kitchen, and then sent people to stand guard.

There are also people who grabbed spare money and gave it to the service staff, and asked people to help invite a more famous doctor in Zhaocheng to diagnose everyone's pulse.

The competition committee naturally arranged several doctors to guard them, and they were all famous doctors, but there were a large number of martial artists participating in the competition, and there were only a few doctors, which was still not enough.

On this side of the Cloud City Martial Arts Hall, everyone was not seriously injured.

Ask the doctor to take a look, just in case, for fear of accidentally leaving a dark wound.

Mu Qingyun took a bath in the bathtub, and the senior sister also sent a medicine bag to invigorate blood and dispel blood stasis, and she was very comfortable.

After soaking, she and Chen Yi, who had also taken a bath, wrapped their hair, and lay on the balcony of the room to enjoy the scenery.

Below the balcony is an artificial lake, with two rockeries and three octagonal pavilions, a few golden fish in the lake swaying their tails soothingly, and cranes hiding under the verandah on the shore to avoid the rain.

There are also two white-bodied long-haired cats in the gazebo, with yellow and blue eyes and soft hair.

Wang Jiaoxi and a few people were gathering in the pavilion to talk.

Su Hang is also there.

He held the big beautiful white cat from head to tail, and the whole person was so gentle that it seemed to be soaking in a hot spring, purring and bubbling.

Chen Yi couldn't help but blush a little: "Su Hang's hands are so heavy, can he pet a good kitten?"

Mu Qingyun changed his posture comfortably and didn't say a word.

In fact, Su Hang is still very good at petting cats.

Speaking of which, their Yuncheng Martial Arts Hall, who is second only to the senior brother in martial arts, will be one year younger than Chen Yi in the future, and he will be a few years later than Chen Yi.

He only entered the gate of the martial arts hall three years ago, and before he entered, he was only rough and simple, and he had never learned martial arts seriously at all.

"Hmph."

Chen Yi sighed, "Qingqing said it well, this is jealousy that makes me unrecognizable."

"But God is too unfair, am I not as diligent as him? Or is the root bone inferior to him? It's not at all, but no matter how you practice, no one has an epiphany and enters the realm quickly."

Mu Qingyun: "......"

Talent doesn't just look at the bones.

And genius is such a thing, there is no solution at all.

For example, when practicing swords, she also heard the gossip circulating in the martial arts hall, saying that Su Hang drank with a few senior brothers, and after drinking, the senior brothers asked for advice on how to practice swords.

Su Hang replied: Practice with your hands!

Crowd: "......"

Senior Brother Su's implication is that swordsmanship is something that can be done with hands.

Others have been studying for several years, and a set of "spring is lingering", and the teachers and practitioners scolded them, saying that this is not spring, and there is no lingering, and they tremble like holding a kitchen knife between their thighs.

Who to talk to?

"Yo, our Senior Brother Su will even give up his seat?"

Mu Qingyun looked over and saw that Su Hang gave Situ Qingshuang a seat and poured him a bowl of soup to drink, which was also a little surprised for a while.

Su Hang's temperament was cold, and in front of Zhuo Yanfei Zhuo's master, he was not a little respectful.

After a little distraction, I heard an angry rebuke erupt from the gazebo: "How can this be reasonable, the deception is too much!"

It was the senior Li of the competition committee, who stood up and paced back and forth with an angry face.

Through the rain and fog, this sound can even penetrate the window into the hall.

Chen Yi pulled the towel from her hair and dragged Mu Qingyun to see the excitement.

Mu Qingyun looked along the way, not just their Cloud City Martial Arts Hall

, The disciples of the other major sects also gathered in twos and threes, their expressions were quite solemn, and they soon walked through the verandah and gathered to the pavilion.

Wang Jiaoxi's face was gloomy: "Before tomorrow's competition, all the disciples are not allowed to leave the hotel, if they have to leave, report to me first, and they must go together."

Mu Qingyun's gaze fell on Situ Qingshuang, and he couldn't help but be surprised.

Situ Qingshuang's face was pale, his lips were blue, and although his spine was still straight, his breath was quite unstable.

"On the way to Zhaocheng, Situ encountered two sieges, and most of the martial arts roads were not clear, there were fourteen people, more than half of the masters who entered the micro realm, and the others were also in the ninth grade, and there was also a master of the truth-seeking realm to lead the team."

Situ Qingshuang said in a low voice, "It seems to be Jin Shangqiao of the Black Dragon Dao of the Three Islands Country."

The full house of disciples was in an uproar.

Kim Sang-joo is an old truth-seeking.

Chen Yi grabbed Mu Qingyun's sleeve, his heart beating wildly, you must know that even their sect master Zhuo Yanfei has not yet broken his delusion, he is just seeking truth.

Recently, the master of the door has been in retreat, that is, to seek a breakthrough, he is also accumulating, and it will be time to break the delusion, only one time is missing.

Everyone turned their heads to look at Situ Qingshuang in unison.

Situ Qingshuang said lightly: "I can fight."

The crowd breathed a sigh of relief.

"By the way, how about that kid, the punishment of the Vajra Gate is fine." Zhuo Yanfei frowned, "It's too nonsense, the old problem of King Kong Gate, how many times have I said it, it's too rigid and easy to break, I just don't listen."

Chen Yi muttered angrily: "We just want to be too face-saving, door master, why can't you seniors think of going to slaughter Mu Luosheng and those people halfway."

"Also, if they want to come to the country, they can't come? Don't worry about finding some excuse on the border and blast out, is it difficult?"

Mu Qingyun also nodded.

It is!

Zhuo Yanfei took a deep breath and glanced at his disciples without smiling: "I'm still stunned, I'll go back to rest if I'm going to compete tomorrow."

Crowd: "......"

From the beginning to the end of the year, the Anbang National Championship is usually half a month shorter, sometimes longer.

In other years, everyone may be able to relax, but this year, it will definitely be a contest of energy, physical endurance, and endurance.

A group of disciples were stared at by the master of the Zhuo Sect with a smile, and suddenly the birds and beasts scattered.

Mu Qingyun returned to the room and began to practice his sword on the wide balcony.

In today's battle with Sun Feifei, she only made one move, but after this move, her progress can be compared to the previous month.

The fog in my heart dissipated, and my mind was clear.

Mu Qingyun's sword became more and more smooth, the movements became faster and faster, the window was open, and the rain outside the window seemed to dance with her sword, and thunder was everywhere.

From the second day, the intensity of the competition gradually increased.

Mu Qingyun played three games in one day.

All the games went well, three wins in a row.

Chen Yi and the other four senior brothers, the senior sister also won.

In fact, the other disciples of the Cloud City Martial Arts Hall who came to make up a few experiences were naturally eliminated in the first round, and the rest belonged to the elite, and it was natural to win a few games.

On the third day, Mu Qingyun finally met a good opponent.

Jiangnan Famous Sect, disciple of Swallow Gate, Zhao Xiang.

Last year, he won 10th place in the National Championship.