Chapter 518

"Shua!"

On the stage, two warriors holding swords have already started fighting.

There are warriors competing on all three stages.

Each stage is surrounded by disciples, some of whom are shouting and cheering for their fellow disciples.

According to the rules, the disciples in the early stage of martial arts will first draw lots to choose their opponents.

In the end, only the top ten disciples will be selected.

Then, the disciples in the middle stage of martial arts will go on stage to compete and the top ten will be selected.

The top ten disciples in the early stage of martial arts have the right to challenge the top ten disciples in the middle stage of martial arts. If they win, the scores of both individuals and teams will be doubled.

Similarly, the top ten disciples in the middle stage of martial arts also have the right to challenge the disciples in the late stage of martial arts.

There are only four disciples in the late stage of martial arts.

Naturally, there is also a competitive relationship between the four.

In the Kyoto Martial Arts Hall, except for Luo Qingzhou and Zhang Yuanshan, who were in the middle stage of martial arts, all the others were in the early stage of martial arts, so they all drew lots and prepared to go to the ring.

Luo Qingzhou and Zhang Yuanshan mixed in the crowd, carefully observing the competition on the ring.

The competition between martial artists was naturally much more exciting than the competition between martial artists yesterday.

Zhang Yuanshan repeatedly shuttled between the three rings. When he encountered the skills and moves that interested him, he immediately stopped to observe and ponder carefully, and even couldn't help but stretch out his hands to gesture, like a martial arts fanatic.

Luo Qingzhou stood in front of one of the rings, watching the competition on the ring while thinking about things.

"The next two, Jiang Hai, a disciple of the Yancheng branch, and Dao Ling, a disciple of the Kyoto branch!"

As this voice sounded, a burly man, holding a mace, walked onto the ring majestically.

Then, a tall, silver-haired girl with a broad sword on her shoulder also walked onto the stage amid the curious gazes and discussions of the crowd.

Luo Qingzhou then put away his thoughts and stared at the stage.

The two stood opposite each other, looked at each other for a few times, bowed and said a few words of humility, and then began to compete.

The burly man's moves were open and closed, extremely fierce, and his first move was a violent storm-like attack. The mace in his hand was swung with a whirring sound, and the shadow of the mace was all over his body. The dance was impenetrable, which immediately attracted cheers from the audience.

Sister Dao's style was equally fierce, but at this moment she held the sword with both hands, fighting and retreating, spinning on the stage, and did not fight hard.

About half an incense stick later.

Just as Sister Dao was about to be submerged in the dense shadows of the clubs, she saw the big knife in her hand suddenly buzzing, and she slashed with a "swish", and she actually directly swung away the fierce mace, and then began a fierce attack like a storm.

"Swish! Swish! Swish!"

The big knife in her hand chopped up and down, slashed left and right, and in an instant, there were snow-white knife shadows everywhere. The burly man on the opposite side was instantly submerged in the dense and cold knife shadows, and he could only dodge and block.

The situation suddenly reversed!

Before the disciples in the audience could react, Sister Dao's long legs suddenly tightened, and then "swish" bounced up, and the big knife in her hand suddenly became several times larger, with a dazzling light flashing on the blade, and "wow" chopped down!

The burly man had retreated to the edge of the ring at this time. His whole body was covered by the big knife. There was no way to avoid it. He could only roar, grit his teeth, raise the mace in his hand, and meet it fiercely!

"Bang!"

The enlarged blade chopped heavily on the mace!

Sparks flew!

The burly man's body shook, his knuckles cracked, and the mace in his hand almost slipped out of his hand.

But before he could react, Sister Dao had already landed on the ground with a rotation. After the big knife in her hand rotated a circle and accumulated power, it swept across from his right again!

"Bang!"

The burly man urgently waved the mace to resist, but suddenly felt a terrible gravity coming. His whole body was shaken away with a "whoosh" sound, and fell directly on the ground more than ten meters outside the ring, almost hitting the disciples watching the excitement below.

Sister Dao stood on the ring, holding the knife in both hands, her silver hair flying, and the wind around her body spinning, like a god descending to earth.

The burly man was shocked and his blood surged up. He spat out a mouthful of blood and struggled to get up from the ground. He wanted to fight again, but his legs suddenly softened and he almost fell.

His fierce attack at the beginning had doomed him to fail.

At this time, the internal force and strength in his body had been completely squeezed out by the last few knives.

A middle-aged man suddenly walked out and frowned, saying, "Jiang Hai, admit defeat. There will be another chance next year."

The burly man glanced at him and saw that it was his master. Although he felt ashamed and unwilling, he knew that he was now unable to fight again, so he could only say frustratedly, "I admit defeat..."

The elder came on stage and announced, "In this round, Kyoto Branch Daoling won!"

As for how many points he would get, the other elders in the stands would score together and then add them up.

The disciples below the stage were all discussing.

Seeing that no one was cheering for Sister Dao, Luo Qingzhou could only raise his hand and shout loudly: "Sister Dao, you have such a beautiful swordsmanship! I admire you!"

Sister Dao put away her sword, glanced at him, and suddenly smiled strangely, pointing behind him.

Luo Qingzhou was stunned for a moment, and looked back. Princess Nangong was wearing a black dress, with her arms around her chest, standing behind him, looking at him coldly.

Sister Dao laughed and left the stage.

This last smile, with the demeanor of an exotic girl, immediately caused a stir among the disciples below the stage.

"Sure enough, she has really long legs! She has silver hair and blue eyes. She just smiled and I felt like I was in love again!"

"You have a great figure, bigger than my senior sister...ah! Ah! Senior sister, I was wrong. When did you come?"

The disciples next to him burst into laughter.

Luo Qingzhou looked at Her Majesty the Princess behind him, blinked and said, "Is something wrong?"

Nangong Meijiao looked at him coldly for a while, raised her eyebrows and said, "Now you start to like legs, don't you like feet?"

The corners of Luo Qingzhou's mouth twitched and he said: "Don't get me wrong, Princess. I just saw that Senior Sister Dao won and no one cheered. I helped cheer and encourage you. I had no other intention."

Nangong Meijiao sneered: "Then why should we cheer for her long legs?"

Luo Qingzhou: "...I don't."

"You have!"

Nangong Meijiao said coldly.

Luo Qingzhou did not argue with her anymore, looked at the stage and said: "Princess, let's watch the competition."

Nangong Meijiao approached him, stood with him, looked at the ring and said, "Luo Changtian is on the ring, and he should be observing you. There will be a competition between disciples in the middle stage of martial arts in the afternoon. Have you figured out what to do then?" Should I fight for the spot with all my strength and try my best to get a spot as an inner disciple, or should I continue to shrink my head and be a coward?"

Luo Qingzhou looked at her and said, "Why is the princess speaking so unpleasantly? Can't it be said that she is keeping a low profile and developing in a low profile?"

Nangong Meijiao snorted coldly, curled her lips and said, "For people like you, words should be unpleasant."

Luo Qingzhou asked: "What kind of person am I?"

Nangong Meijiao said: "A bad guy, a treacherous villain, a man worse than a beast."

Luo Qingzhou said: "Thank you for the compliment, Princess. Usually people like this live the longest."

At this time, the two disciples on the ring began to fight with bare hands.

There were bursts of cheers from the audience.

In the stands, sitting at the highest position, were several old men in green robes. They were all full of energy, their eyes were shining, and they looked quite majestic.

"Is that the boy?"

"Master, it's him, and the disciple will never admit his mistakes."

Mo Jiufeng's eyes were fixed on the young man under the ring, he frowned and said, "He looks ordinary, he doesn't look like an extraordinary person."

Another big-faced old man next to him smiled and said, "Senior Brother Mo, I don't care about appearance or temperament. If you don't like it, just give it to me."

The short old man on the other side snorted coldly and said, "That kid, I'm going to decide on Qingyun Peak!"

The big-faced old man sneered, looked at him and said, "Then we will rely on our true abilities and let him make his own decision."

Seeing that the two old men were about to quarrel again, a woman next to them advised: "Two senior brothers, stop arguing. Anyway, the sect leader has also left seclusion and should come over later. After the sect leader comes, it will be decided by the sect leader."

As soon as these words came out, Mo Jiufeng immediately said with a straight face: "That's not possible. Didn't you see that Linghu Qingzhu's girl didn't come either? That girl must have gone to beg the sect master. This time we want to compete fairly. Each of you can conquer that kid according to your ability. , let that kid decide for himself. Humph, no matter how powerful her swordsmanship is, people may not like her. She doesn’t practice swordsmanship, and she has a cold face all the time. Who owes her a few cents? Same, who likes to follow her?"

The big-faced old man also said: "What Senior Brother Mo said is that everyone will compete fairly based on their abilities. Anyway, I am willing to give Chaoyang Peak's cultivation resources. If that kid is willing to go, I will make an exception and accept him as a closed disciple. It’s also possible.”

The short old man on the side snorted coldly, and just as he was about to retaliate, the woman in green robe said: "Brothers, you have only heard about it, and have not seen it with your own eyes. Maybe that kid entered that formation. It’s just that he was carrying something, or there was something wrong with the formation at that time. I think we should look at his strength and talent before making a decision.”

As soon as these words came out, several people pondered for a moment, and Mo Jiufeng nodded and said: "Junior Sister He is right, it is indeed the case."

At this time, a disciple came to report: "Masters, the sect master is here."

Upon hearing this, several people immediately stood up to greet him.

Although the sect leader Zixia is their junior, the identity of the sect leader is not something they can ignore, and the other party's talent and cultivation are stronger than them.

The original Zixia Fairy was the most outstanding disciple of the former sect leader, and she had once saved the sect from life and death with her own efforts, so she finally took over the position of sect leader.

The entire sect is very convinced of his cultivation and abilities.

"The sect leader is here!"

"Look! Fairy Zixia of Lingxiao Sect is here!"

The disciples of Lingxiao Sect were immediately excited, and the warriors from other sects who came as guests also looked behind them expectantly.

At this time, a woman in a red dress came majestically, surrounded by a group of people.

When Luo Qingzhou and Nangong Meijiao heard the movement, they both looked up.

The moment Luo Qingzhou saw the fiery red figure, his heart suddenly shook, and he felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity welling up in his heart.

Red figure...

Fairy Zixia...

Luo Qingzhou opened his eyes wide and stared closely at the red figure. The more he looked at his face, the more exciting and complex he became!

No matter the clothes, height, temperament, long hair, they all look alike...

Just as he was holding his breath and staring motionlessly at the red figure with mixed emotions, Yue suddenly felt a pain.

Nangong Meijiao, who was standing next to him, stared at him coldly and said, "Do you want to die?"

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