Zhuo Yanfei looked solemn: "Situ, the girl in my family didn't let Mu Luosheng step on it to become famous!"

How old is Qingqingcai? Zhuo Yanfei has high hopes for her, usually when they compete in martial arts between their brothers and sisters, he has to say a few words, so that everyone can know the severity of their actions, and they must not damage Qingqing's confidence.

Situ Qingshuang nodded: "I will win."

Mu Qingyun has only practiced martial arts for half a year, although he is subtle, but his internal strength is still shallow, Xu Ping is the youngest daughter of the Xu family, and she is only seventeen this year.

A seventeen-year-old girl hasn't even reached the micro level, she can make it to the top four, even she thinks that this must be a metaphysical event.

I don't know what's going on, she fought all the way, and all the opponents couldn't pull their hips.

She almost met all the guys who came to mingle in the entire Anbang Dingguo Competition.

There are only two famous opponents who she can't win.

One vomited and diarrhea before going on stage, his legs were soft, and after only two moves in the ring, he quickly admitted defeat, and he wanted to rush back to Gong.

The other one was even unlucky, out of the dormitory, everyone arrived at the martial arts arena, and suddenly received a message from her sister that her husband had eloped with her cousin, and she was now out of the city gate.

It's good now, where do you still have the heart to fight, so she left Xu Ping and rushed to beat her husband.

I heard that this man who beat her man into a pig's head, and by the way, the eldest uncle, the younger brother-in-law, the eldest sister, the younger sister, and all kinds of friends and relatives who helped her husband were beaten to the point that her nose was blue and her face was swollen.

Xu Ping advanced with a calm face, not happy at all.

She really couldn't figure out why a man dared to be a real martial arts master?

Are you so not afraid of death?

Anyway, Xu Ping's current level is really not enough to match Mu Luosheng.

It's worthless.

Xu Ping sat obediently on the pony, and the seventeen-year-old girl still had childishness on her face.

Zhuo Yanfei looked down at her, reached out to cover his face, and sighed sullenly.

He didn't say anything at all.

didn't tell Qingqing not to win Xu Ping.

Early in the morning of the second day, Mu Qingyun got up, Chen Yi first fed her until she was six or seven minutes full, and then went to pick up a new set of clothes.

The inside of the new clothes is sewn with a layer of light and soft thread, which is woven with a particularly elastic metal wire.

Two layers of lining are sewn on the innermost part to save the skin from being worn out.

Mu Qingyun knew at a glance that this was done by Chen Yi and several senior sisters, and the way of tying knots was Chen Yi's usual habit.

She couldn't help but smile, "Yes, it's light."

"Well, I hope it doesn't come in handy."

Dressed neatly and moved a little, Mu Qingyun was still as light as a swallow, and hurriedly set off to draw lots.

At this time, the inside and outside of the martial arts arena were already densely packed with human heads.

Most of the people of Zhaocheng sat in the stands.

Warriors from all over the world gathered.

Mu Qingyun smoothly drew Xu Ping.

In the early morning of autumn, the wind is already a little chilly.

Mu Qingyun strode into the ring, looked back, and various banners were played out in the stands one after another.

"A leaf knows the autumn, and it will win!"

"Come on, Zhang Qingqing!"

"Xu Ping, the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold, you can do it!"

Countless spectators shouted excitedly.

In recent games, the audience has noticeably felt much more engaged than at the beginning.

At the end of each game, these spectators have to get together and analyze it in a similar way.

Which contestant has what kind of tricks, what characteristic small actions will appear on the field, and even all kinds of gossip outside the field have become hot topics.

Mu Qingyun got the nickname "Yiye Zhiqiu" after fighting with a light master of Yanzimen.

At that time, it was the referee of that game who first raised the topic, saying that Mu Qingyun had a delicate mind and excellent eyesight, and he could see through all the weaknesses of his opponent at a glance.

The referee's words, Akari is a compliment, but in fact, he is a little complaining.

Who made Mu Qingyun only like to use one trick to be springy, but there are thousands of changes, it is not easy to ponder, every time she is a referee, she must pay full attention, and dare not be negligent for a moment.

In a ring match like this, winning or losing is clear at a glance, what does the referee do? It is to ensure that no matter whether the winner or the loser in the ring, he can still live with his arms and legs.

It's really a big responsibility, and when you meet a martial artist like Mu Qingyun, you can't lose a lot of hair.

The competition has progressed to the point where all the outstanding players have their own loyal "fans".

Mu Qingyun smiled, lowered his voice and said, "Senior Sister Xu?"

Xu Ping understood: "Twenty moves?"

"Yes."

Mu Qingyun suddenly drew his sword, and roared softly in his mouth: "Ande leans on the heavenly sword and crosses the sea to kill the long whale!"

A sword came out, like a silver horse running through the galaxy, just against Xu Ping's sword.

Xu Ping smiled, the Xu family's swordsmanship opened and closed, and it was made by her woman, and her aura was also full.

The two of them fought together in an instant, the sword light flickered, like a dream, as if the rainbow and the sun were intertwined, and there was tension and danger everywhere.

The crowd of spectators screamed.

The martial artists in the stands, as well as these people from the competition committee, glanced at each other, tried their best to suppress the twitches at the corners of their mouths, and honestly put on a serious posture.

A reporter came to interview, even if it was a historian's reporter, they looked calm.

"Who will win? There are possibilities on the battlefield. Zhang Qingqing's Baiyun Sword and Xu Ping's Xu Family Sword are both dignified and righteous swords, and they are both excellent."

Anyway, it's just a bunch of things that seem to be very professional, but they are similar to the words of the car.

Several historical pens laughed, and wrote a few sentences in the Spring and Autumn penmanship seriously, and finally praised the second in the competition and the first in friendship.

There is nothing wrong with the purpose of peace and stability in the country.

After a while, Zhuo Yanfei got up suddenly, no longer relaxed, and looked at the other ring, with a faint hint of nervousness in his eyes. qδ

On the ring, Situ Qingshuang's sword suddenly became extremely quiet.

"The wind is blowing."

Zhuo Yanfei closed his eyes.

I saw a "thunderbolt" attached to the sword body, and all of Situ Qingshuang's essence and spirit were raised to the limit at this time, turning into this earth-shattering move.

The thunder wrapped in the long sword, rolled up a whirlpool, and roared away, as if whoever was on the other side would be completely buried.

For a while, the sword light was cold, and even Zhuo Yanfei in the stands closed his eyes.

Bang!

Zhuo Yanfei's face instantly lost blood.

Situ Qingshuang flew upside down, hit the guardrail, vomited a mouthful of blood, and fell to the ground, he struggled to get up twice, but he couldn't help but vomit two more mouthfuls of blood, and as soon as his eyes were dark, he lost consciousness.

The sword light in the ring dissipated, but Mu Luosheng was standing.

A trace of blood oozed from the corner of his mouth, and his chest cracked, revealing the silver light inside.

Mu Luochang exhaled, "What a powerful sword!"

「…… What a soft gold armor!" Zhuo Yanfei whispered softly and turned his head to look at Mu Qingyun and Xu Ping.

Mu Qingyun's expression was solemn, seeing Xu Ping's false move, he instantly changed into a killing move, and the killing intent was awe-inspiring. The long sword shook slightly, stuck to the sword in an instant, and sent Xu Ping out of the ring with the sword.

Zhuo Yanfei: "You don't have to wait for tomorrow."

The competition committee immediately announced that the final battle of the Anbangding National Competition would start in ten minutes.

Mu Qingyun got down from the ring, naturally crossed Mu Luosheng, and went to the most central ring first.

Zhuo Yanfei took a deep breath and said in a low voice, "Can I find an excuse to kill this kid now?"