Chapter 20: Asura Son, Martial Arts Field

Volume I Chapter 20 The Martial Arts Arena

Qin Ming laughed lightly: "Didn't the sect master set up a tea party for you at the main peak of Qingyun? Is it over so soon?"

"It should be over now." The girl's clothes fluttered and her steps were light. She came to Qin Ming's side and sat on the stone platform.

She sat quietly, looking at the sky full of stars, and her demeanor was graceful, like a blooming tulip, fragrant.

Yueqing, the pride of Qingyun Sect, one of the five disciples of Jinling.

She is also a woman admired by countless disciples of Qingyun Sect.

She usually wears a veil to cover her face, and rarely smiles. Only tonight, she took off the veil, revealing her true face, her skin was like cream, her eyes were like autumn water, her nose was upturned, her red lips were moist, her teeth were like jade, the color of the arrogant girl of the sky was like a dream, and the beauty was so beautiful. People are suffocated, like a nine-day mysterious girl descending into the mortal world.

Qin Ming looked at Yueqing's perfect profile and was happy for her: "Congratulations on entering the Xuanwu realm, are you happy?"

Yueqing tapped with ten fingers and pursed her red lips: "I was very happy when I first broke through, but slowly my heart calmed down. In fact, there is nothing to be proud of. We warriors are like the galaxy in the sky, hundreds of millions, all working hard Shining. Every star who thinks he is shining will always find a brighter star in the future."

"Because of this, the world is more worth looking forward to, isn't it?"

Yueqing smiled softly, as if the dark night was bright. Only in front of Qin Ming would she be so relaxed and casual: "Thank you for the martial arts you sent me, otherwise I wouldn't be able to advance to the Xuanwu realm so quickly."

"That set of martial arts requires a lot of realm. What I'll give you is the first style. You have entered the Xuanwu realm, and you can practice the second style." Qin Ming took out the Dayan Sword Canon.

"I didn't really practice the first style, I just got new insights from it."

"Why don't you practice?"

"It resists me."

"what?"

"It's just a thin sheet of paper, but there is a strange feeling between the lines, it seems... resisting me."

Qin Ming was surprised and resisted? Could it be that the mystery of the Dayan Sword Canon is not in the scroll, but in the words in it?

"Where did you get it? This set of martial arts should be an earth-level martial arts, or even higher." Yueqing has not practiced, but she has studied it carefully.

"The old man gave it to me. He gave it to me before he left."

"Where did the old man go?"

"I want to know too, so I left quietly." Qin Ming shrugged.

"Since it's a gift from the old man, it only belongs to you." Yueqing pushed the sword script back to Qin Ming: "The moves inside are mysterious and unique, and they are different from the orthodox swordsmanship in Qingyun Sect. , can give me some inspiration."

"All right."

"I just saw that you are practicing martial arts?" Yueqing has been here for a while, and has been observing Qin Ming. The boiling thunder and lightning, the thick thunder snake, and the intense glare formed a stunning picture, she could hardly believe it was Qin Ming.

Qin Ming hesitated for a while: "I killed Zhao Min and Qiao Chen."

"The medicine collection some time ago?" Yueqing was very calm.

Qin Ming briefly talked about what happened in the forest: "I used Qiaocheng's Jin Min bronze sword and changed a set of martial arts."

"Jin Min bronze sword is one of the swords of Yaoshan. If those mercenaries show off everywhere, Yaoshan is likely to track you down."

"Don't worry, I just said I picked it up. I'm all covered in hob meat, and I'm not afraid of anyone messing with it."

Yueqing chuckled and shook her head: "Want to know what was said at the tea party today?"

"Apart from some words of encouragement, what else can there be?" Qin Ming lay down on the stone.

"The sect master asked me what gift I wanted, and I said to remove your servant status and be promoted to the top disciple."

"Really?" Qin Ming just lay down and sat up again.

"The sect master did not agree or refuse, and he may have to consider it seriously. The matter involves the great elder, and the sect master needs to take his face into account."

Yueqing tried her best to attack the Xuanwu realm, hoping to help Qin Ming get rid of her servant status. The sect master asked her what she wanted at the tea party today, and she said it smoothly. Unexpectedly, the Sect Master was hesitant, and the other elders were also silent. Of course, it was not the Sect Master who punished Qin Ming, but the Great Elder. The reason why the Sect Master was hesitant, and the reason why the other elders were silent, all showed that the Great Elder was still brooding about the events of the year and was unwilling to give up.

It's been eight years! It's been eight years, and you still won't let him go?

Yueqing doesn't understand, what kind of crime is it that makes you torture him for eight years and enslave the ancient city of Thunder for eight years.

She thought that she could help Qin Ming improve by entering the Xuanwu realm, but now it seems that it is not as simple as she imagined.

...

The next morning, Qin Ming held stone jars to deliver goods as usual, and the most urgent thing was the tenth martial arts field, which required some thick iron chains.

The fifteen performance fields of Qingyunzong are located on the top of fifteen mountains. Each performance field is more than 300 meters wide, paved with hard rock, and there are many training equipment. A place to practice and learn. Of course, this kind of martial arts arena is only open to high-level disciples and direct disciples, middle-level disciples can only watch, and low-level disciples are not qualified to approach.

Qingyunzong's strict hierarchical system is reflected in all aspects. It seems that there are many impersonal people, but it is actually to motivate the disciples to forge ahead. If you want more resources and better treatment, use your own strength to fight for it.

Although Qin Ming is a low-level disciple, but because of his status as a servant, he can take advantage of the opportunity to deliver goods to various martial arts venues.

Hundreds of disciples were practicing in the spacious martial arts arena. The fireballs burst, the earth was turbulent, the sharp ice needles were flying in the sky, and the sharp sword lights were fighting against the wild swords. . Hundreds of disciples gathered around the audience to watch the battle, cheering one after another.

"Come on, what are you dawdling at?" Qin Ming had just arrived at the top of the mountain when an angry shout came from the front.

"I'm really in a hurry to get it myself, I'll only deliver it in the order on the list." Qin Ming's face was expressionless, he threw down the stone jar with a loud noise, and immediately attracted a lot of attention.

"How dare you talk back?" A tall young man strode forward, pointing at Qin Ming's nose and shouting angrily: "Recognize your identity, you are a servant, your duty is to deliver goods, not to exercise, and then let me see you carry the burden. Rotating around with the stone jar, I smashed it for you!"

"The tube is really wide." Qin Ming took out a wrist-thick chain from the stone jar and dragged it to the front of the martial arts field.

"I'm in a bad mood today, why don't you mess with me." The young man stepped on the chain with one foot. He had just been tortured and defeated in the martial arts field, and he was holding a fire. When he saw Qin Ming coming, he vented his anger on him.

"Let go of your feet." Qin Ming had experienced too many provocations of this type, and turned to look at him coldly.

"I heard that you are in the third stage of Lingwu? Dare to challenge the higher-level disciples? Boy, I think you are impatient!" Pang Hu laughed angrily. You, the lower-class disciples of the lower-class disciples, dare to fight against me ?

"One of my lower-class disciples is in the Lingwu realm, and yours is a high-class disciple who is only at the fifth level of Lingwu. Is it shameful?" Qin Ming laughed unceremoniously. Pang Hu pulled out the long chain under his feet.

"Haha! It was crazy before, but now it's even more crazy. What can you do to the third level of Lingwu? Without martial arts, you are still a waste. If you don't get a house and tile for three days, I think you will be a tortured life in this life. "Pang Hu suddenly drew his sword and slashed at Qin Ming.

"Pang Hu, you are going too far!" A young girl in the distance yelled, disliking this kind of behavior.

"Pang Hu, you are a high-ranking disciple, bullying a servant, do you still want your face?" Other disciples also scolded with dissatisfaction, but no one really came up to stop it.

Qin Ming's face was slightly cold, one side of his body neatly avoided the steel knife, and he slapped Pang Hu's face in an instant. His slap was harder than that of a hammer, and the slap sounded crisp, Pang Hu's head slammed back, blood and water mixed with his molars and flew out, his footsteps staggering and rubbing backwards.

Pang Hu took ten steps back, his right face was visibly red and swollen.

The nearby disciples quietly inhaled, attacking hard enough.

"Little brat, I'm going to tear you apart." Pang Hu not only blushed, his eyes were red, he shook his head vigorously, holding a knife to kill Qin Ming.

Qin Ming grasped the sturdy chains and danced wildly in the air, clattering. The sturdy chains of more than ten meters weighed three hundred kilograms.

Stab it!

Qin Ming ignited an electric arc all over his body and rushed to the chain along his arm.

"Bastard! I..." Just as Pang Hu was about to lift his feet, the chains fell in the air like a leather whip, and a slap slapped his back. Tiger pulled off the top of the mountain and rolled down the gravel path.