Flowers bloom and shine on the water. A girl in red rides on white clouds and slowly floats into the stadium.
There were a lot of discussions along the way.
Two days ago, when Mu Xue came to participate in the preliminary round, most people mentioned that she was still someone's subordinate.
"The youngest disciple of Xiaoyao Peak's Su Fengzhu. I heard that he was spoiled and brought up with love. Look at his delicate appearance."
"Little Junior Sister of Yun Zhongjun, look, the white tiger is hovering in the sky."
"I don't know if the junior sister of Miao Hong'er, the master chef, has the same charm as her senior sister did in the past."
But this time, the way people addressed her changed quietly.
"See? That's the one with the flowers blooming in the snow."
"Here I come, Zhang Xiaoxue from Xiaoyao Peak."
"I am hesitant about who the blooming flowers will shine on, and I feel frustrated that a fairy should be like this. This junior sister is so graceful." A senior brother showed off his literary talent in a sour way in an attempt to attract Mu Xue's attention.
"She is both fierce and beautiful. I like Senior Sister Xiaoxue so much. Come on, Senior Sister, your fangirl is here!" Some younger sisters also waved desperately at Mu Xue.
Because the name Zhang Erya is too vulgar, over the years people have gradually gotten used to calling Mu Xue Zhang Xiaoxue.
She won ten consecutive games in the preliminary rounds, so naturally her opponents dug out all her secrets and analyzed them in detail. Her state of mind of "flowers blooming in the snow" when asked by the golden butterfly spread in the sect and became her unique nickname.
Ding Lanlan was already waiting for her at the stadium. When she saw her coming down from Yingtianyun, she waved at her.
Mu Xue walked over, held Ding Lanlan's hand, and found that her palms were slightly sweaty.
"Are you nervous?" Mu Xue asked her.
"Yes, I'm a little nervous." Ding Lanlan looked at the arena in front of her.
There were several masters floating in the air on the stage, setting up a space formation, making the seemingly small stage actually have a wide open space where they could perform freely.
"Xiaoxue, do you know that I started practicing Taoism when I was three years old?" Ding Lanlan said, "At that time, everyone in the family praised me and said that I was extremely talented and was the hope of the family.
At that time, I felt that I was really amazing. In order to make myself look more amazing, I would meditate alone in my room when my sisters went out to play. When everyone went to bed early, I still had to light the lamp and carry the piles of books on the table.
"Yes, Senior Sister Lanlan, you are a very powerful person." Mu Xue said.
Ding Lanlan smiled and pushed her. "After entering the mountain gate, I realized that there are so many talented children in this world. I don't have Xiao Changge's talent, nor can I compare with Zhuo Yu's diligence and hard work. So I was quite nervous, afraid that I couldn't compare with everyone else."
She held Mu Xue's hand and said, "But I have figured it out now. I have spent the past ten years of my life cultivating the Tao. No matter how well I have learned, this competition is a test of my past achievements. No matter who my opponent is, I just need to do my best. There is nothing to be afraid of. Don't you agree?"
Ding Lanlan's palms were damp with sweat, but her eyes were clear and determined.
Mu Xue shook her hand back, and imitated Ding Lanlan's usual behavior, gently squeezing her palm as a response to show her approval.
Mu Xue's first opponent was a senior from Tiezhu Peak, who was tall, dark-skinned, and had a body like an iron tower.
He stood on the stage and saw Mu Xue, who was just turning 15 and had a slim figure, and he started laughing first.
"A little junior sister like you can't stand a punch from me, so how can you compete with me? Why don't you admit defeat and step down? I'll buy you some fruit to apologize for my mistake, which is a win-win for both of us."
Mu Xue didn't reply, but smiled and made a starting gesture.
The senior brother sighed and shook his head, "You are so stubborn and disobedient. You can't blame me..."
He looks honest, but he is not stupid. Before he could finish saying "No wonder", his skin began to appear a layer of light golden color like metal. The golden fist wind brought a hurricane and hit Mu Xue's face directly.
What surprised him was that the seemingly quiet junior sister did not perform any magic, but, unusually, used boxing like him, and the most basic and common set of "Thirty-six Moves of Snake Catching Hands".
There is nothing special about this set of boxing techniques. Not only are they practiced by cultivators, but they are also widely practiced by ordinary martial artists among the people.
It was just such an ordinary boxing technique, but when Mu Xue performed it, she pressed, cut, locked, and held a series of simple movements, but it was like the return of snow in the wind, like the flow of clouds and water. Although the movements did not look fast, the white little hands were changing in a myriad of ways, as fast as lightning, making it impossible to catch them.
The senior brother from Tiezhu Peak only exchanged two or three moves with her, and the little hand wrapped in spiritual energy had already taken the opportunity to go around to his shoulder, and the fingers turned into claws, grabbing the most vulnerable joint of his shoulder with both precision and swiftness.
There was a dull sound like metal colliding in the air.
The two of them took a few steps back. The elder brother, who was as strong as an iron tower, felt a sharp pain in his shoulder joints. If he had not cultivated his body for many years, this force would have dislocated his arm and dislocated his joints. Only then did his expression become serious.
The junior sister was still rubbing her red fingers, shaking her head in dissatisfaction, "Sure enough, boxing alone cannot break the indestructible body of Vajra."
A red tattoo lit up on the back of her white hand. The senior from Tiezhu Peak then remembered a legend he had vaguely heard a few days ago. Before he could react, a red rope emerged like a spirit snake, turning into a shadow at a speed that could not be distinguished by the naked eye, and instantly flew to him, tying him up from head to toe. Several small puppets emerged from the ground, lifted him up and ran to the edge of the ring.
His whole body glowed with dazzling golden light, and he struggled with all his strength, but the seemingly flexible red rope bound him tightly, and he couldn't move at all. He opened his mouth and screamed, "Wait... What is this rope made of? Why can't even I get it free? Foul, referee, she's fouled!"
The people watching around had been waiting for this scene and burst into laughter.
"Big Cheng, are you being lazy again? You didn't even ask around before the game. This person is a female disciple from Xiaoyao Peak."
Xiaoyao Peak is known for its Xiaoyao name, and has been home to many brave and aggressive people since ancient times, who are either good at swords or fists. Today, their eldest sister Miao Honger is the best in physical skills in the sect.
Mu Xue lived up to everyone's expectations and won two consecutive victories, earning her the name "Flowers Blooming in the Snow". The crowd watching her competition quickly grew from just a few people at the beginning.
Mu Xue, who came down from the ring to rest, pushed through the crowd and walked out.
I happened to see Yuanzi looking pale and running hurriedly all the way.
Mu Xue stopped her, "What's wrong?"
Xia Tong stamped her feet repeatedly, "Let me go quickly, Senior Sister Ding is seriously injured, I was just about to go back and tell Master Ding Feng."
Mu Xue raised her legs and ran towards the ring where Ding Lanlan was. She just happened to see Ding Lanlan, whose body was scorched by the fireworks, being carried down on a stretcher.
Xia Tong followed closely beside her, shedding tears while using all her strength to practice the moistening technique that she had practiced for many years to relieve her pain.
Although injuries were inevitable during the competition, they were all from the same school after all, so it was very rare for someone to be injured so badly. Fortunately, his life was not in danger.
Ding Lanlan saw Mu Xue and reached out to hold her hand. She looked aggrieved but still forced a smile, "I said so many nice lines, but I still lost. Xiaoxue, you are the only one left, you must do your best."
Mu Xue held her hand and looked up. At the edge of the high arena, a man was standing. He was not much older than Mu Xue, and his appearance was handsome, but his face was gloomy, and his eyes were dark, making him look very gloomy.
At this time, Mu Xue was looking at him, and he was also looking down at Mu Xue condescendingly, with the thick smoke rising from the ring behind him.
"'Flowers blooming in the snow'?" The man sneered coldly.
Since entering the sect, Mu Xue has found that everyone here is too friendly, so that even some unfriendly guys will mostly put on a similar shell to everyone else. She has been here for so many years, and she doesn't even have an excuse to be presumptuous.
I didn't expect to find a guy who exudes malice so directly.
I finally had a chance to stretch my muscles today.
Mu Xue rubbed her extremely clean hands and hummed softly.