The senior brother's cry became more and more urgent, and he couldn't wait to rush up to be his own junior sister's sword.

Sweat rolled down Li Jia's forehead, her breath gradually became heavier, and she couldn't help but roll her eyes, how could she not know what to do.

She also wants to get this fight into the rhythm that she is good at.

Before going on the field, she thought very well, and she didn't think too much of Yue Qingqing.

Indeed, Yue Qingqing is quite famous and has a lot of achievements, but which one can stand in this position without many legends?

Li Jia has also defeated the enemy countless times since he left the school, and has created miracles countless times, and he is also the pride of the heavens in the division.

Facing Yue Qingqing, she studied it carefully and thought that the victory and defeat were between ***.

The winning rate is more than 60%.

But in this fight, Li Jia felt uncomfortable everywhere, Yue Qingqing seemed to be able to control the aura around her, she seemed to have completely fallen into the other party's domain, and she could only follow the other party's moves.

Nope—

Li Jiameng lifted a breath of true qi, silently recited the mantra, his clothes bulged, and flew out upside down in an instant, and the scabbard flew out, not to hurt the enemy, but to force Yue Qingqing back.

In an instant, Li Jia broke free from the restraints, her face was overjoyed, she was dumbfounded as soon as she landed, her body folded back to avoid Mu Qingyun's sword, and she scolded a foul word angrily - free for a second, and then it was glued again.

Li Jia's senior brother was so anxious that he was sweating: "Steady, don't worry."

Yun Duo'er was also so anxious that she was sweating: "It's too late, there's not enough time, sister, stop playing."

Mu Qingyun glared at Yun Duo'er vigorously: "Cough."

The clouds suddenly stopped.

Situ Qingshuang and Si Le were silent.

Mu Qingyun was indeed forced to calculate the time and end the battle within a certain period of time.

But if you know this in your heart, how can you say it?

What's the matter, don't think you're hated enough?

Mu Qingyun sighed that Yunduo'er's little head was too straight, and as soon as he stretched out his hand, Qiushui's scabbard flipped from his shoulder and fell into his hand, and he shook forward, and Li Jia seemed to take the initiative to throw himself into his arms, and hit his eyes.

Qiushui's scabbard instantly lassoed her thin sword.

Mu Qingyun's autumn water sword also hit Li Jia's throat in an instant.

"Take."

Mu Qingyun said and sighed regretfully.

She fought with other martial artists so many times in Yaowu City, and she didn't have any more fun fighting with Li Jia in total, and her experience increased faster.

One Li Jia can be worth ten ordinary martial artists.

However, time is limited, so I can only stop.

Li Jia also felt that it was good to lose early.

It's too painful to fight with this person, I feel like a fish in a net, no matter how much I struggle, I can't escape the snare of others, and now I am defeated, I feel very relaxed, not only is there no sorrow, but I also want to cry with joy.

[In view of the general environment,

Mu Qingyun stiffened his face, for fear of being seen with some emotions that should not be known.

For a while, the atmosphere between the two people was quite harmonious and polite.

After getting off the scene, they were chased and intercepted by reporters on the road, and the two of them also tried their best to praise each other.

Mu Qingyun seriously and solemnly boasted that Li Jia's martial arts were extremely high, and she felt a lot of pressure.

Li Jia blows particularly sincerely, Yue Nuxia is worthy of being a master disciple of Baiyunmen, and her swordsmanship is exquisite, which is heartbreaking.

"Poof."

Several seniors in the audience who could see it more clearly were happy, "Now this young man, this nonsense is really good, I think we should all go to the Domain, and it is best to deal with those boring foreigners."

"I guess, our Xiao Li will definitely leave a little psychological shadow, and I don't want to fight Yue Qingqing in the future."

"Zhuo Yanfei's family is a little unauthentic."

Tang Jingping thought about how to keep this person out.

Soon after the completion of Yaowu City, they had the ambition to build the city into a city of warriors for the entire Ming Kingdom.

The style of martial arts still needs to be carefully cultivated.

Tang Jingping does not think that it is a good thing that the warriors are afraid of challenges, and the warriors face difficulties and rise to the occasion.

But climbing small peaks is helpful for practicing martial arts, but if you are crushed by Mount Tai at the beginning, you will definitely be crushed.

The old people pay attention to taking care of the seedlings, but Yue Qingqing is a child, and his heart is beating, so he is inevitably a little uncontrollable.

Mu Qingyun, who was worried by his seniors that he was too naughty and uncontrollable, was hurrying to the station.

Yun Duoer carried her backpack all the way to see her off, scrambling through the file bag.

"I haven't gotten the entry card for the "Youth Cup" yet, Sister Qingqing went to get the participation card first, the registration form, the identity documents, the physical examination form, and the verification documents of the Cloud City Martial Arts Hall are all in this bag, don't lose it, we don't have time to reissue it."

The two of them walked quickly, whispering in a low voice, and nodding slightly at the martial arts colleagues they met, even if they had greeted them.

Not far from the door of the rest area of the gymnasium, Zhao Yu and Sun Jian, two brothers from Huijian Gate, watched Mu Qingyun and Yun Duo'er walk towards them from a distance, and couldn't help but hurriedly tidy up their clothes.

Zhao Yu was a little undecided in his heart, and he didn't know what to say to Yue Qingqing.

His opponent tomorrow is none other than Yue Qingqing.

Yue Qingqing is familiar with Situ Qingshuang, the master of the young sect, and last month the master of the young sect gave a lecture, and he also took Yue Qingqing as an example, in the hearts of the disciples of the Huijian Sect, this Yue Heroine is not a stranger.

Zhao Yu knew that her swordsmanship was very high, and the young masters all said that the swordsmanship of the two of them was already between the two of them.

The young master is a master who has entered the realm of seeking truth, and breaking the delusion is close at hand. It can be seen that this Senior Sister Yue is really not to be underestimated.

But Zhao Yu didn't want to extinguish his own prestige, Yue Qingqing was powerful, but he Zhao Yu was also the little Tianjiao of the generation of Huijianmen.

The match between Yue Qingqing and Li Jia just now, he watched it carefully in the field, Li Jia was too contemptuous in his heart at the beginning, and did not give full play to his strengths, but later he lost his ground, panicked, and missed the opportunity.

If he stands in Li Jia's position, he has at least three chances to turn defeat into victory and turn the tide of the battle.

Zhao Yu took a deep breath, raised his eyes to look at Yue Qingqing, and made up his mind in his heart to be calm, not to be rude to others, and not to take it too seriously.

After carefully pondering the words and sentences in his mind, and perfunctory a large amount of elegant and kind language, Yue Qingqing walked in front of him, and Zhao Yu raised his sleeves and saluted with his fists.

Mu Qingyun glanced at it and didn't know him, but the lounge was full of well-known martial artists, and it was definitely right to call him "Senior Brother".

She didn't stop walking, she also hugged her fists, and politely preemptively said, "Senior brother is polite."

Before the words fell, the person brushed Zhao Yu's shoulder and floated over.

Zhao Yu: "Senior sister is polite, I will prepare carefully, and I will not disappoint Senior Sister Yue......

Speaking of looking at Mu Qingyun's back from behind, his voice suddenly broke.

The corners of Zhao Yu's mouth twitched, and he grinded his teeth secretly: "Hmph, just despise me, it doesn't matter, the more contemptible, the happier I am."

Crunch, squeak.

Zhao Yu only felt that the back molars were going to be ground down by him.