Ling Xue wore a veil to cover up her beautiful face, looked at the martial arts arena briefly, and walked to a high corner. She simply nodded to Yue Qing on the martial arts stage as a greeting. She ignored the stunned and surprised looks and comments from the audience and stood there quietly.
Like a blooming snow lotus, it not only fills the air with cold air, but also gives people holiness and spirituality.
"Yueqing and Lingxue are two beautiful people. It's a rare encounter."
“What a feast for the eyes today.”
"Yue Qing came here for Qin Ming, why did Ling Xue come here?"
"Why do you care so much? There are games to watch and beauties to admire. Today is really fun."
The sensation caused by Ling Xue's arrival lasted for a long time, and just as it was about to calm down, another special person came to the scene.
Mucheng! Jin Ling’s disciple, Jin Jian Mucheng!
"Why is he here? Is Qin Ming's challenge worth watching?" Ding Dian, a direct disciple, has a majestic body and an ugly face, but his aura is very wild, like a standing beast. He glanced coldly at the man who walked into the tenth martial arts arena. Mucheng snorted coldly.
"Haha, how could he care about Qin Ming's battle? He just came to see how Qin Ming died." Han Qianye approached Ding Dian with a smile. He was a handsome young man with a somewhat feminine temperament, but also a kind of coercion. With his aura, the phantom sword that few people practice has been used to its extreme by him, and he has few rivals among the many powerful direct disciples.
Mucheng is masculine and handsome, with deep eyes and a very outstanding temperament. In the hearts of Qingyun Sect disciples, the word Mucheng carries a very important weight. He is a genius among geniuses, one in a thousand.
Being a disciple of Jin Ling is his highest honor.
Both male and female disciples were in awe of him. When a person's talents and achievements far exceed his own and can only be looked up to, there will be no jealousy, only envy and admiration.
Mucheng ignored the restlessness in the martial arts arena and stood at the corner of the martial arts arena with a cold face, waiting for the competition to begin. He only occasionally looked at Yue Qing with slightly softer eyes.
He was indifferent by nature and rarely got close to others. No one among the hundreds of disciples in the martial arts field dared to talk to him, and no one stood in front of him. A passage was intentionally or unintentionally left open, extending to the martial arts stage, so that he could watch the battle. .
The atmosphere at the scene continued to be enthusiastic. The appearance of direct disciples such as Mu Cheng, Tieshanhe, Yueqing, Lingxue, and Ding Dian made today's competition more exciting, and it also invisibly improved the standard. It is rare to have the opportunity to put these reputations into practice. Illustrious people gathered together.
Soon after, Mu Zixiu came to the martial arts arena surrounded by more than a dozen disciples, and immediately became the focus of the audience.
Many of his direct disciples frowned and observed him.
They all already knew that Mu Zixiu was taken away by the Great Elder and killed himself. He was the Great Elder and one of the top five powerful men in the Qingyun Sect. Although the Great Elder had accepted many direct disciples, he rarely used the Great Elder. He spent his time with his own hands, and this time he took Mu Zixiu to retreat for a month for the first time, which made people envious and jealous.
If it weren't for this challenge, how could the great elder kill him personally? Mu Zixiu made a lot of money.
With a smile on his face, Mu Zixiu walked to the martial arts stage amidst countless screams and compliments. He liked this scene very much and enjoyed this atmosphere. He has indeed grown significantly in this month. Not only has his realm reached the peak of the Seventh Heaven, he has also fully understood the True Thunder Trial, and there are even more surprising gains.
He understood what the great elder meant. Since he spent so much energy cultivating himself, he would expect corresponding rewards.
How to play today? Qin’s life was ruined! Completely destroying his martial arts, look at how arrogant he still is.
"Mu Zixiu's aura should be at the peak of the seventh heaven."
"It is reasonable for the Great Elder to personally commit suicide. It is reasonable for him to reach the peak of the Seventh Heaven. I suspect that he may have received other benefits."
"Mu Zixiu is coming fiercely, Qin Ming is in danger today."
"Qin Ming has brute strength, but he is vulnerable to Mu Zixiu's thunder and lightning martial arts."
"Qin Ming's realm is too low."
Many disciples saw the change in Mu Zixiu, and there was another burst of envy and jealousy.
Mu Zixiu was excited when he saw Yue Qing, Mucheng, Tieshanhe and others. Such a scene and such a spectator lineup were worthy of Mu Zixiu's appearance.
When he saw Ling Xue, the smile on his face became even deeper.
He loves Ling Xue.
"Where is Qin Ming?" Mu Zixiu concentrated his energy, preparing for a gorgeous 'blooming'.
But…
Where are people? Qin Ming seems not to be here.
"Where is Qin Mingren? Why hasn't he come yet?"
"You're not afraid, are you? The level is too different. You might die if you come here."
"Does he want to admit defeat directly? Will Mu Zixiu spare him?"
An hour and a half passed like this, and none of the disciples in the martial arts arena saw Qin Ming's shadow. Even Mu Zixiu was tired of standing on the stage. Could it be that this kid didn't dare to go on stage
Cai Yi is also wondering. Logically speaking, Qin Ming is not the type to back down, so why hasn't he shown up yet
"Senior sister, what's going on? Do you want me to go find Mr. Qin?"
"Wait a little longer and he will come."
Soon after, rioting began in the martial arts arena, and when people became increasingly dissatisfied, someone shouted: "Here we come."
Qin Ming only appeared on the stone steps now. What was he doing? He forgot! He actually knew that there was going to be a competition today and had deliberately prepared for it, but as a practitioner, he had forgotten the time. When he opened his eyes, it was already half morning, so he grabbed two dry steamed buns and pickled vegetables and hurried here.
When they were approaching the top of the mountain, the two of them had just finished eating their steamed buns and pickled vegetables. When they saw a small waterfall next to them, they turned around and ran there to drink some cold water and wash their faces. This scene was all seen by the disciples on the top of the mountain, and all of them had black lines on their faces. What is this kid doing? Don't you know that today will be a matter of life or death for you? Can I get some snacks
"Are you okay?" Caiyi was the first to greet him, worried that Qin Ming was under psychological pressure.
"It's okay, I forgot about the time." Qin Ming smiled, walked through the crowd and walked onto the martial arts stage, nodded to Yue Qing, and then turned to Mu Zixiu: "Long wait."
"Are you kidding me?" Mu Zixiu twitched his lips and sneered. He values face very much. The protagonist today should be himself, but Qin Ming delayed him for an hour and a half, leaving him standing on the stage like a fool and waiting.
"It seems we didn't make an appointment at a specific time, right? You're so anxious to show off, can you blame me?" Qin Ming twisted his neck, loosened his shoulders, and moved all the muscles in his body.
"You are shameless, so don't blame me for being rude." Mu Zixiu's face darkened. How dare you contradict me? When can ordinary disciples be arrogant with direct disciples
Qin Ming clenched his fists and made a Vajra-style attack, inviting Mu Zixiu to fight: "Let's begin. Be careful with my fists. They may not hurt you, but they won't just scratch you either."
At this time, a cry of surprise suddenly came from the crowd. "The fifth level of Lingwu? Isn't Qin Ming the third level?"
The person who exclaimed was his direct disciple Ding Dian. He had been staring at Qin Ming. The more he looked at it, the more something was wrong. It was not until Qin Ming improved his aura that he suddenly realized that this was not the aura of the third level of Lingwu at all. This was The fifth heaven is probably already stable.
A month ago, Qin Ming should have been in the third level of Lingwu. Breaking through from the third level to the fourth level in one month should have been the limit. How could he be in the fifth level
"Fifth Heaven? It's true." A wave of exclamations immediately erupted in the martial arts arena.
"Are you in the fifth level of Lingwu?" Mu Zixiu looked solemnly and observed Qin Ming carefully.
"We just made a breakthrough." Qin Ming admitted.
"Yes, this looks good." Mu Zixiu quickly calmed down and found it interesting. If Qin Ming was only a third-level or fourth-level person, he would have no motivation even if he tortured him, but now he finally aroused his interest. Although the realm of the fifth heaven is still a joke in front of the seventh heaven, at least it is fun.
Caiyi set up an incense stick: "Are you all ready? When will it start?"
"Start now." Mu Zixiu walked towards Qin Ming and waited for an hour. When he was tired of waiting, he didn't bother to talk nonsense and started directly.
"I'll be with you at any time." Qin Ming opened his hands in the Vajra Jin pose.
"I heard that you have practiced King Kong Jin. How far have you practiced it?" Mu Zixiu sneered, walking step by step very slowly and casually, his deep eyes fixed on Qin Ming, his momentum became more and more condensed, and his fighting spirit He was getting higher and higher, as if Qin Ming was the only one left in his world.
The war is about to break out, and the atmosphere in the martial arts arena becomes tense.