"Tianyi, what are you doing!" A cold drink came from the south, and everyone looked up, and Li Yunxiang stood up in the stands a hundred zhang away, staring at this place with angry eyes.

Li Tianyi was secretly happy when he saw this, and when he came down the steps, he hurriedly bowed to Li Yunxiang and shouted, "Daddy, I'm joking with Senior Brother Li!"

Li Yunxiang snorted coldly, turned around and bowed his hand to Liang Wen in the audience, and said: "Senior Brother Liang, there is no way to educate dogs, today is your decision, even if you teach him, don't give me face." ”

Liang Wen was a little frightened when he heard this, Li Yunxiang was extremely good-looking, and very protective of his shortcomings, he was just a small elder, how could he dare to teach his son a lesson in this kind of scene, and hurriedly bowed his hand to Li Yunxiang, and said: "Senior Brother Li is serious, children are playing tricks, it's nothing, today's competition is a big deal." ”

Fang Yuxuan nodded at this time, waved his hand and said, "Senior Brother Li, you sit down first, Senior Brother Liang is reasonable, the child is just playing tricks, don't worry too much, don't delay the martial arts conference." ”

Fang Yuxuan had spoken, Li Yunxiang had to sit down, and before sitting down, he didn't forget to glare at Li Tianyi, thinking that he had embarrassed himself.

Li Tianyi knew that no matter how much he entangled with Li Qianmo, he couldn't get the slightest benefit, so he snorted coldly, gritted his teeth and said, "Little waste, wait for me, your life is mine." After saying that, he walked away, and after a few moments of interspersing in the crowd, he disappeared.

"This madman. Li Qianmo looked at Li Tianyi's back and snorted coldly.

At this time, Elder Liang's voice came from a distance: "Dear disciples participating in the competition, this sect competition conference is presided over by Elder Ben, and the shortlisted competition will be held today, and each disciple will wait at the assigned venue according to the results of their own drawing, and the conference will officially start after an hour of incense." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, a disciple in a gray robe brought a golden beast incense burner and placed it on the vermilion lacquer table, and a stick of incense sticks was inserted in the incense burner, which had been lit, swaying gently in the breeze, and burning quickly.

Elder Liang Wen continued to raise his voice: "Taking advantage of this little effort, I will tell you about the rules of the competition, everyone must keep it in mind and must not violate it. ”

He cleared his throat and began to speak: "First, those who have destroyed the magic weapon in the competition will be defeated!"

"Second, you must not maliciously seriously injure your opponent during the competition, otherwise you will be disqualified from the competition, and those with serious circumstances will be severely punished according to the rules and regulations, and shall not be tolerated. ”

......

By the time he had finished talking about the rules, the incense sticks had been burned, and a handful of incense ashes were blown into the incense burner by the wind.

"Okay, the time has come, please Elder Wen, Elder He, Elder Deng, and Elder Guan will enter the venue separately to judge, and after the judgment is entered, the competition will start immediately. ”

As soon as Liang Wen's words fell, four figures flew out of the high platform in the middle, all with big sleeves fluttering in four directions, Li Qianmo The judge of this arena is Elder Wen, who looks like he is in his thirties, with a short beard of less than an inch under his chin, thick eyebrows and thin eyes, and a serious face.

Elder Wen flew directly down on the ring and shouted loudly, "Disciples No. 1 and No. 2 enter the competition!"

I saw two people jumping out of the audience, both of them floating into the ring, one was a young man in a cyan Confucian shirt, and the other was a young girl in a light purple short skirt.

Elder Wen retreated to the corner of the ring, and the two in Taichung saluted each other and reported their names.

"The Pavilion of Calligraphy and Painting is cloudy and inky. ”

"Wuyin Palace Ling Qingshuang. ”

After the two exchanged names, they each offered their own magic weapons, Yun Mohan's magic weapon was a brush, the emerald green barrel was emerald luster, about a foot long, and the thickness of the thumb. Ling Qingshuang's magic weapon is a green bamboo flute, decorated with a bunch of tasseled whiskers hanging from the tail of the flute, and a shining pearl the size of a pigeon's egg on it.

Fang Yuxuan on the high platform glanced at the four venues, his gaze stayed on this venue, and said with a smile: "I didn't expect to see the disciples who entered the Dao with the skills of the headquarters at the beginning, which is great." ”

Li Yunxiang smiled: "It's really good, it's just that the female disciple's flute is a magic weapon against the enemy, but it is really unreasonable to get such a big pearl as a decoration." ”

Xiao Qingluan's face changed sharply when he heard this, since the last time Li Yunxiang went to Wuyin Palace for his son to propose marriage and was rejected by Xiao Qingluan, the two of them have been on the same page, and they will sneer at each other if they have a slight disagreement, I didn't expect that on such an important day today, he actually took the initiative to provoke words, how could Xiao Qingluan show weakness, his eyebrows were upside down, and he said coldly: "The spells of my Wuyin Palace are broad and profound, what do you know about this rough horseman!"

As soon as Li Yunxiang heard her words, he was about to fight back, Fang Yuxuan raised his hand and smiled: "Okay, okay, you two don't quarrel at every turn, you are both so old, stop and stop, watch the competition, watch the competition." ”

Ling Qingshuang and Yun Mohan in the eastern field have begun to fight, both of them are learning the main spell, Yun Mohan enters the Tao with calligraphy and painting, and Ling Qingshuang enters the Tao with music and rhythm.

I saw that the jade pen in Yun Mohan's hand sketched a little split, and bursts of cyan energy swept in, attacking Ling Qingshuang's body to the acupoint, and Ling Qingshuang's hand was not in a hurry in the face of the strength brought out by the pen hook, the bamboo flute in his hand pointed, sometimes attacked, sometimes defended, turned around, every time he rotated, there was a crisp flute sound, melodious and confusing, she almost hit Yun Mohan several times with this hand.

The two fought for more than a hundred rendezvous, and unconsciously ran their true qi more and more completely, and every stroke of Yun Mohan could bring out the sound of whistling wind.

Ling Qingshuang penetrated the true qi into the flute, drilling out from the flute hole, shaped like a sharp sword, unable to prevent it, and every shot of true qi would bring a sharp flute sound, and the disciples with lower cultivation outside the field couldn't stand the harsh sound at all, so they could only cover their ears.

The more Yun Mohan fought, the more he felt strained, the sea of qi gradually weakened, and after the true qi of the body protection weakened, the piercing flute sound took advantage of the void to enter, disturbing his mind for a while.

He knew that he couldn't hold on like this anymore, and he had to use his killer move, otherwise the defeat was decided.

He dodged one of Ling Qingshuang's attacks, and suddenly shouted: "Seal!" The jade pen in his hand drew wantonly, dragging out a long golden thin line, and the thin line formed a golden "seal" character at the back, the size of a palm, and the volley fell there.

As soon as the golden word "seal" was completed, it rushed towards Ling Qingshuang, gradually enlarged, and turned into a void film to wrap Ling Qingshuang.

Ling Qingshuang gritted her teeth, put the bamboo flute horizontally to her mouth, and suddenly blew, emanating a burst of intense energy from around her body, scraping her long hair and fluttering, and the layer of void film stagnated when it encountered this burst of energy.

Seeing this, Yun Mohan became anxious, and the jade pen in his hand drew again, and a golden word "sleepy" was completed, turning into a void cover and buckling it against Ling Qingshuang.

Ling Qingshuang ran the true qi of his whole body to the limit, the strength around his body violently vibrate, the jade finger suddenly pressed the flute hole, leaving only one hole still empty, accompanied by a sharp flute sound, a visible strength from the flute hole drilled out, straight up, shaped like a sharp sword, piercing the cover at once.

The golden cover was broken, and it suddenly dissipated, Yun Mohan couldn't support it anymore, and with a "wow" sound, he opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood, staining the placket of his chest red.

Seeing this, Elder Wen immediately announced loudly: "In the first competition, Ling Qingshuang of the Wuyin Palace won!"

Yun Mohan and Ling Qingshuang both left the stage, and Elder Wen said loudly on the stage: "In the next game, the third and fourth disciples will enter the competition!"

Li Qianmo is the number three, when he competed, he stomped under his feet, rose into the air, crossed everyone's heads and landed firmly on the ring, only to see that there was also a person on the opposite side who jumped up, staring at him, this person was none other than his old opponent Han Jian.

Han Jian was stunned when he saw that his opponent was Li Qianmo, his face was full of solemnity, and he said, "I didn't expect you to be the number three." ”

Li Qianmo smiled indifferently and said, "Yes, what a coincidence, after this sect competition, I will be famous in Xiaoyao Valley, and you will become the laughing stock of the sect." ”

"Dream!" Han Jian shouted suddenly, and with a decisive spell, a shining magic sword appeared in his right hand, and as soon as the magic sword was sacrificed, a cold light slid across the surface.

Han Jian held the magic sword in his hand, took a few steps under his feet, and in a breath, he approached a zhang in front of Li Qianmo, the magic sword in his hand was raised high, and the sword was slashed down, the sword qi surged out, and the air was chopped into a fluctuation, and many disciples in the audience couldn't help but applaud when they saw it.

Li Qianmo looked at the oncoming sword, there was no expression on his face, his feet moved slightly, and he moved half a step to the right, and at the same time, he turned to one side, and the sword qi almost slid against the tip of his nose, and the strong strength scraped his face slightly painful.

Han Jian slashed into the air with a sword, the sword qi hit the stone on the ground, shaking up the dust on the ground, he missed the sword with a sword, swung the sword upward, and cut diagonally to Li Qianmo's waist, Li Qianmo seemed to know his thoughts, and when he slashed his sword, he had already taken a step back, and the sword qi slid in front of his waist, just an inch short.

Fang Yuxuan, who was in the stands in the distance, was moved when he saw this, and lost his voice: "What a magical footwork, although this is the introductory footwork in the Wandering Magical Power, but it seems to be in line with mathematics and physics, and the changes are magical, wonderful, wonderful!"

In just such a short time, Han Jian had already attacked more than 20 swords in the field, and each time he was dodged by Li Qianmo lightly.

He only retreated and did not attack, Han Jian kept shooting, but he couldn't even touch the corners of his clothes, and the disciples in the audience lost their patience when they saw it, and they all became impatient, and the noise gradually rose.

"What are you doing, whether you can fight or not, will you only hide from the little waste!"

"Hey, Han Jian is too useless, he can't even touch the edge of that little waste with so many swords, so he just slammed himself to death on the stage. ”

"Hey, what are you two doing, how long are you going to play like this, hurry up and fight, what are you hiding!"

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The noise in the audience is getting louder and louder, and it is disturbing, Han Jian was already extremely anxious, and after hearing these screams, he was even more impatient, he gritted his teeth, took three steps back, his face was gloomy, and he said coldly: "Little waste, did you deliberately make me ugly." ”

Li Qianmo frowned, and said coldly: "I can't even touch the corner of my clothes after attacking for a long time, and I will return the three words of little waste." ”

"Hmph!" Han Jian snorted heavily, "Don't be complacent yet, if you don't prepare a killer weapon or two, how dare I come to this martial arts conference." ”

Li Qianmo raised his eyebrows and said with a light smile: "Oh, you still have a killer weapon, if you don't use it, I'm afraid you won't have a chance." ”

Han Jian held his sword in his chest, and said with a gloomy face: "Then you have to take my move, if you can do it next, then you have a good ability." ”

Before the words fell, his right hand was loosened, his hands were shrouded in the hilt of the sword in the air, the true qi was urging, and the magic sword turned straight away.

Yu Xuan's eyes lit up above the stands, his eyebrows raised, and he said in surprise: "Oh, it's the Xuankong Breaking Golden Sword, I don't know how many percent of his sword skills have reached." ”

"Senior brother is optimistic. Li Yunxiang smiled proudly when he heard this, his face was full of confidence.

Fang Yuxuan nodded slightly, his eyes motionless to observe the changes in the field.

Han Jian's hands were only more than an inch away from the hilt of the sword, and the true qi in his palms came out, and it was transmitted into the magic sword, and the magic sword rotated faster and faster, like a white light, and he couldn't see the sword body clearly.

Li Qianmo squinted at the magic sword, and he also sensed that the power of this sword was extraordinary, and he concentrated all his strength in one point, plus the power of rotation, to achieve an indestructible effect.

"Pick up!" Han Jian suddenly shouted, the figure shook, and the hand-pushed magic sword suddenly attacked, and the speed was double that of before.

Li Qianmo looked at Han Jian who was attacking quickly, there seemed to be a flash of inspiration in his mind, his body flickered, and he just dodged this sword in two simple steps, and a tuft of hair was swept by the sword qi, leaving his body and fluttering down.

The white light flashed, and there was a crisp sound of "ding", and a piece of shiny and crystalline thing floated out of the coffin and fell to the ground, making a "ding" sound, which was a broken sword.

The audience was silent, and the audience was dumbfounded, only to see Li Qianmo holding a magic sword, the tip of the sword against Han Jian's magic sword, and Han Jian's magic sword was only half left, and the fracture was just against the tip of Li Qianmo's sword.

The audience under the stands was in an uproar, completely unexpectedly such a result, and they were stunned there.

"This ...... How is it possible!" The elders in the stands were all dumbfounded, and Li Yunxiang was also shocked and screamed.

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