Duanmu Qingling was stunned. She had seen many young men, and they all looked like gentlemen in front of her. They all wished they could talk to her more.
How could there be someone like Mu Yu who was eagerly preparing to take action without even looking at her
However, this thought only flashed through her mind, and she mobilized the spiritual power in her body and immediately entered a fighting state.
The sword in Duanmu Qingling's hand was instantly unsheathed.
It radiated a star-like light, with dots of light flowing on the surface of the sword.
The next moment, she used her agile movement skills, flew into the air like an oriole, and launched an attack on Mu Yu.
"Nine plum blossoms!"
Duanmu Qingling used this move again.
As the sword light condensed and took shape, nine huge plum blossom prints appeared around Mu Yu.
Every plum blossom seal contains powerful spiritual power.
Mu Yu's figure flashed slightly, and the nine plum blossom marks passed by without causing him any harm.
Duanmu Qingling also has extremely rich combat experience. After the nine plum blossoms failed to work, her next wave of attacks followed immediately.
Her agile movement left a trail of afterimages in the air, making it difficult to tell where she was.
The sword in his hand stabbed Mu Yu's shoulder blade like a ghost.
The corner of Mu Yu's mouth raised slightly, and the moment the sword struck her, he flicked his finger on the tip of her sword.
Her sword suddenly started to tremble violently, and the hand she was holding the sword was numb from the shock, and she almost couldn't hold the sword anymore.
"Sure enough, as Sister Xu said, he is really strong!"
Duanmu Qingling was secretly surprised, and her body instantly stepped back several feet.
He kept a safer distance from Mu Yu.
Mu Yu did not immediately counterattack, but just stood there with his arms folded.
He also wanted to see what other tricks Duanmu Qingling had behind him.
"I didn't expect that this girl Qing Ling would suffer in front of this boy from the Northwest Spiritual Academy."
In the auditorium, in the Duanmu tribe area, a middle-aged man from the Duanmu tribe said with a surprised expression.
"It's really lucky that Northwest Spiritual Academy can recruit such a monster."
"But Qing Ling's real strength is far more than that. You have to know that she has accepted the inheritance of Qin Mo, and swordsmanship is not her best."
"It's just that, if she wants to defeat this boy, she may have to expose her full strength in advance."
An old woman next to the middle-aged man said calmly that she had brought Duanmu Qingling up since she was a child, and she knew her better than anyone else.
On the fighting stage.
Duanmu Qingling looked at Mu Yu who was motionless, frowned slightly, and said crisply: "You obviously have the upper hand, why are you so humble to me?"
"Maybe you think that I am a little girl with low strength and not worthy of your attention at all."
Mu Yu said calmly: "You haven't used all your strength. If I take the initiative to attack, I'm afraid I will fall into your trap."
Duanmu Qingling then burst out laughing and said, "I'm not as cunning as you think, but I really don't have all the strength to use it."
"Originally, I planned to reserve my strength to deal with the Son of Fire God, but I didn't expect that your strength would be so strong. I had to use all my strength in advance."
"bring it on."
Mu Yu curled his fingers slightly and said calmly: "You don't need to hold back in front of me. If you can defeat me, then defeating the Son of Fire God is no problem."
"You are so confident!"
Duanmu Qingling pouted and said playfully: "You are the first one I have ever seen who doesn't even pay attention to the son of the God of Fire."
After saying that, Duanmu Qingling stopped talking nonsense, and a red sycamore xylophone appeared in her hand.
She sat down with her legs crossed, her jade fingers gently slid across the piano, and a melodious piano sound echoed around her.