“Swish!”
On the ring, two warriors holding swords have started fighting.
There were warriors competing on the three arenas.
Each arena was surrounded by disciples, some of whom were shouting and cheering for their fellow disciples.
According to the rules, disciples at the early stage of becoming a martial artist will first draw lots to choose their opponents.
Finally, only the top ten disciples were selected.
Then, the disciples who were in the middle stage of martial arts would go on stage to compete, and the top ten would be selected.
The top ten martial artists in the early stage have the right to challenge the top ten martial artists in the middle stage. If they win, the scores obtained by 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.
And there are only four disciples in the late stage of martial arts.
There is naturally a competitive relationship between the four of them.
In Kyoto Martial Arts School, except for Luo Qingzhou and Zhang Yuanshan who were in the middle stage of martial arts, everyone else was in the early stage of martial arts, so they all drew lots and prepared to go on the stage.
Luo Qingzhou and Zhang Yuanshan mingled in the crowd, carefully observing the competition on the stage.
The competition between martial artists was naturally much more exciting than the competition between martial artists yesterday.
Zhang Yuanshan shuttled back and forth between the three arenas. Whenever he encountered a technique or move that interested him, he would immediately stop to observe and ponder it carefully. He would even involuntarily stretch out his hands to gesture, like a martial arts fanatic.
Luo Qingzhou stood in front of one of the arenas, watching the competition while thinking about things.
"The next two are Jiang Hai, a disciple from the Yancheng branch, and Dao Ling, a disciple from the Jingdu branch!"
As the voice sounded, a burly man holding a mace walked onto the stage in a majestic manner.
Then, a tall, silver-haired girl with a broad sword on her shoulder walked onto the stage amid the curious gazes and discussions of the crowd.
Luo Qingzhou then put away his thoughts and looked intently at the arena.
The two men stood opposite each other, looked at each other, bowed and said a few words of humility, and then began the competition.
The burly man's moves were wild and fierce, and his every move was like a violent storm. The mace in his hand was swung with a whirring sound, and his body was full of mace shadows. He danced so tightly that he immediately drew cheers from the audience.
Sister Dao’s style was equally fierce, but at this moment she held the knife with both hands, fighting and retreating, spinning around on the ring, without engaging in a head-on fight.
About half an incense stick later.
Just as Sister Dao was about to be submerged in the dense shadows of the sticks, the big knife in her hand suddenly made a humming sound, and with a "swish" she slashed out, actually directly knocking away the fierce mace, and then began a fierce attack like a storm.
“Swish! Swish! Swish!”
The big knife in his hand chopped up and down, cut left and right, and in an instant, there were white knife shadows everywhere. The burly man opposite 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 tensed up, and then she jumped up with a "swish". The sword in her hand suddenly became several times larger, and a dazzling light flashed on the blade. With a "whoosh", she chopped down!
The burly man had retreated to the edge of the ring at this time, his whole body covered by the big knife. He had no way to avoid it, so he could only roar, grit his teeth, raise the mace in his hand, and meet the attack fiercely!
"Bang!"
The enlarged blade slashed heavily on the mace!
Sparks flying!
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, and after spinning a circle to accumulate power, the big knife in her hand swept across from his right side again!
"Bang!"
The burly man urgently waved his mace to resist, but suddenly felt a terrible gravity coming, and his whole body was blown away with a "whoosh", and fell directly on the ground more than ten meters outside the ring, almost hitting the disciples who were watching the excitement below.
Sister Dao stood on the ring, holding a knife in both hands, her silver hair flying, and strong wind swirling around her body, like a god descending from heaven.
The burly man was shocked and his blood rushed up. He spat out a mouthful of blood and struggled to get up from the ground. He wanted to go up and fight again, but suddenly his legs went weak and he almost fell.
His fierce attack at the beginning was enough to ensure that he could not last long.
At this moment, the internal force and power in the body had already been completely squeezed out by the last few cuts.
A middle-aged man suddenly walked out and frowned, saying, "Jiang Hai, admit defeat. You will have 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 no longer able to fight, so he could only say dejectedly: "I give up..."
The elder came on stage and announced: "In this round, Daoling from the Kyoto branch wins!"
As for how many points will be obtained, the other elders in the stands will score together and then add them up.
The disciples below the stage were discussing.
Seeing that no one was cheering for Sister Dao, Luo Qingzhou could only raise his hand and shout loudly: "Sister Dao, you have long legs on the stage. You have such a beautiful swordsmanship! I admire you!"
Sister Dao put away her knife, looked at him, suddenly smiled strangely, and pointed behind him.
Luo Qingzhou was stunned for a moment, then looked back and saw Princess Nangong, wearing a black dress, with her arms folded across her chest, standing behind him, looking at him coldly.
Sister Dao laughed and left the stage.
This last smile, with the charm of an exotic girl, immediately caused a stir among the disciples below the stage.
"Sure enough, she has really long legs! Silver hair and blue eyes, and that smile just now made me feel like I'm in love all over again!"
"She has a great body, too, even bigger than my senior sister... Ah! Senior sister, I was wrong, when did you come?"
The disciples nearby burst into laughter.
Luo Qingzhou looked at the princess behind him, blinked, and said, "Is there anything wrong?"
Nangong Meijiao looked at him coldly for a while, raised her eyebrows and said, "Now you start to like legs, but not feet anymore?"
Luo Qingzhou's mouth twitched, and he said, "Princess, don't get me wrong. I just saw that Senior Sister Dao won, but no one cheered. I helped cheer and encourage her. I didn't mean any other thing."
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, and 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, he should be observing you. In the afternoon, the mid-stage martial artist disciples will compete. Have you thought about what to do then? Will you try your best to fight for a place and get a place as an inner disciple, or will you continue to shrink your head and be a turtle?"
Luo Qingzhou looked at her and said, "Why are you talking so harshly, Princess? Can't you just keep a low profile and grow up in a low profile?"
Nangong Meijiao snorted coldly and curled her lips, saying, "For people like you, words should be harsh."
Luo Qingzhou asked: "What kind of person am I?"
Nangong Meijiao said: "Bad guy, treacherous villain, a man worse than an animal."
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 was a burst of applause from the audience.
On the stands, at the highest position, there were several old men in green robes. They were all in high spirits, with gleams in their eyes, looking quite majestic.
"That boy?"
"Master, it's him. I will never make a mistake."
Mo Jiufeng stared at the young man under the stage, frowned, and said, "He looks ordinary, not like an extraordinary person."
Another big-faced old man next to him said with a smile: "Brother Mo, I don't care about appearance and 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 is going to be taken away by Qingyun Peak!"
The big-faced old man sneered, looked at him and said, "Then we will rely on our real abilities and let him decide for himself."
Seeing that the two old men were about to quarrel again, a woman next to them advised: "Two senior brothers, stop quarreling. Anyway, the sect master has come out of retreat and should come over later. When the sect master comes, he will make the decision."
As soon as these words came out, Mo Jiufeng immediately said with a stern face: "That won't do. Didn't you see that Linghu Qingzhu didn't come either? That girl must have gone to ask the Sect Master for help. This time we have to compete fairly and each of us should conquer that boy with our own abilities. Let that boy decide for himself. Humph, no matter how powerful Linghu Qingzhu's swordsmanship is, people may not like it. She doesn't practice swordsmanship, and she has a cold face all day long, as if everyone owes her a few coins. Who would like to follow her?"
The big-faced old man also said, "Brother Mo is right. We will compete fairly based on our abilities. Anyway, I am willing to give all the cultivation resources of Chaoyang Peak to you. If that kid is willing to go, I will make an exception and accept him as my last disciple."
The short old man at the side snorted coldly and was about to retort him, but the woman in the green robe said, "My fellow brothers, you have only heard about it and have not seen it with your own eyes. Maybe the boy entered the formation with something on him, or maybe the formation just happened to have a problem at that time. I think we should first look at his strength and talent before making a decision."
After these words were spoken, several people pondered for a moment, and Mo Jiufeng nodded and said, "Junior Sister He is right, it should be so."
At this moment, a disciple came to report: "Dear seniors, the sect master is here."
When several people heard this, they immediately stood up to greet him.
Although Sect Master Zixia is their junior, the identity of the Sect Master is not something they can ignore, and the other party's talent and cultivation are stronger than theirs.
Fairy Zixia was the most outstanding disciple of the former sect master. She also saved the sect from life and death with her own efforts, so she finally inherited the position of sect master.
Everyone in the sect was very impressed with his cultivation and abilities.
"The Sect Master is here!"
"Look! Fairy Zixia from Lingxiao Sect is here!"
The disciples of Lingxiao Sect were suddenly extremely excited, and the warriors who came from other sects as guests also looked back with anticipation.
At this time, a woman in a red dress came majestically, surrounded by a group of people.
Luo Qingzhou and Nangong Meijiao heard the noise and looked up.
The moment Luo Qingzhou saw the fiery red figure, his heart suddenly shook, and he felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity surge into his heart.
Red figure...
Fairy Zixia...
Luo Qingzhou opened his eyes wide, staring at the red figure. The more he looked, the more interesting and complicated his expression became!
Whether it's clothes, height, temperament, long hair, they all look like...
Just as he was holding his breath, feeling mixed emotions, and staring at the red shadow motionlessly, he suddenly felt a pain in his waist.
Nangong Meijiao, who was standing beside him, stared at him coldly and asked, "Do you want to die?"