Shura Martial God

Chapter 20: Martial arts arena

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Qin Ming laughed lightly: "Didn't the suzerain set up a tea party for you at the main peak of Qingyun? It's over so soon?"

"It should be over now." The girl's clothes fluttered and her steps were light, she came to Qin Ming's side and sat on the stone platform.

She sat quietly, looking at the sky full of stars, with elegant manners, like a blooming tulip, full of fragrance.

Yue Qing, the pride of Qing Yun Sect, one of the five great Jin Ling disciples.

She is also the woman admired by countless disciples of Qingyun Sect.

She usually wears a veil to cover her charming face, and rarely smiles. Only tonight, she took off the veil, revealing her true face, her skin is creamy, her eyes are like autumn water, her nose is straight, her red lips are moist, her teeth are like jade, the beauty of the proud daughter of heaven is like a dream, and she is so beautiful. People are suffocated, just like the Nine Heavens Xuannv descended into the mortal world.

Qin Ming looked at Yueqing's perfect profile, and was happy for her: "Congratulations on your promotion to Xuanwu Realm, are you happy?"

Yueqing tapped her fingers and pursed her red lips slightly: "I was very happy when I first broke through, but gradually my heart became calm. In fact, there is nothing to be proud of. We warriors are like the galaxy in the sky. There are billions of them, and they are all working hard. Every star who thinks he is shining will always find a star that shines brighter than him."

"Because of this, this world is more worth looking forward to, isn't it?"

Yueqing smiled softly, as if brightening the dark night. Only in front of Qin Ming, she would be so relaxed and casual: "Thank you for the set of martial arts you sent, otherwise I would not be able to advance to the Xuanwu realm so quickly."

"That set of martial arts has high requirements on the realm, and what I give you is only the first form. You have advanced to the Xuanwu realm, and you can practice the second form." Qin Ming took out the Dayan Sword Code.

"I didn't really practice the first form, I just got new insights from it."

"Why don't you practice?"

"It resists me."

"what?"

"It's just a thin page, but there is a weird feeling between the lines, as if... resisting me."

Qin Ming was surprised and resisted? Could it be that the mystery of the Dayan Sword Code does not lie in the scroll, but in the words in it

"Where did you get it? This set of martial arts should be prefecture-level martial arts, maybe even higher." Yue Qing didn't practice, but she studied it carefully.

"The old man gave it to me. He gave me this before he left."

"Where did the old man go?"

"I want to know too, so I left without saying a word." Qin Ming shrugged.

"Since it is a gift from the old man, it only belongs to you." Yueqing pushed the sword manual back to Qin Ming: "The moves in it are mysterious and unique, and they are different from the orthodox swordsmanship in Qingyun sect. Wait for you to master it in the future." , can give me some inspiration."

"All right."

"I saw you practicing martial arts just now?" Yue Qing had actually been here for a while, and had been observing Qin Ming. The boiling thunder and lightning, the thick thunder snake, and the fierce glare formed a stunning picture, and she could hardly believe that it was Qin Ming.

Qin Ming hesitated for a while: "I killed Zhao Min and Qiao Chen."

"Picking herbs some time ago?" Yueqing was very calm.

Qin Ming briefly talked about what happened in the forest: "I exchanged the Jin Wen bronze sword from Qiaocheng for a set of martial arts."

"Jin Min's bronze sword is one of Yaoshan's treasured swords. If those mercenaries are showing off everywhere, Yaoshan will probably track you down."

"Don't worry, I'll just say I picked it up. I'm covered in hob meat, and I'm not afraid of anyone messing with me."

Yue Qing smiled and shook her head: "Do you want to know what was said at the tea party today?"

"Apart from some words of encouragement, what else can I have?" Qin Ming lay on his back on the stone.

"The suzerain asked me what gift I wanted, and I said that you would be relieved of your status as a servant and promoted to a high-ranking disciple."

"Really?" Qin Ming just lay down and sat up again.

"The suzerain didn't agree, nor did he refuse. You may have to seriously consider it. The matter involves the elder, and the suzerain needs to take his face into consideration."

Yueqing worked hard to break into the Xuanwu Realm in the hope of helping Qin Ming get rid of her status as a servant. At the tea party today, the Suzerain asked her what she wanted, and she just said it. Unexpectedly, the suzerain was so hesitant, and the other elders were also silent. Of course, it was not the suzerain who punished Qin Ming, but the great elder. The reason why the suzerain hesitated and the other elders were silent all showed that the great elder was still brooding over the events of the year and refused to let go.

It's been eight years! It's been eight years, are you still refusing to let him go

Yueqing doesn't understand what kind of crime it is that you tortured him for eight years and enslaved the ancient city of Lei Ting for eight years.

She thought that she could help Qin Ming improve by advancing to the Xuanwu realm, but now it seems that it is not as simple as she imagined.

... ...

In the morning of the next day, Qin Ming carried stone jars around to deliver goods as usual, and the most urgent one was the Tenth Martial Arts Field, which needed some thick iron chains.

The fifteen training grounds of Qingyun Sect are all located on the top of fifteen big mountains. Each training ground is more than 300 meters wide, paved with hard refined rock, and there are many training equipment. A place to practice and learn from each other. Of course, this kind of martial arts arena is only open to high-level disciples and direct disciples, middle-level disciples can only watch, and low-level disciples are not qualified to approach.

Qing Yunzong's strict hierarchy is reflected in all aspects, and it seems that there are many unreasonable ones, but it is actually to encourage the disciples to forge ahead. If you want more resources and better treatment, use your own strength to fight for it.

Although Qin Ming is an inferior disciple, but because of his status as a servant, he can take the opportunity of delivering goods to wander around various martial arts arenas.

There are hundreds of disciples practicing in the spacious martial arts arena. Fireballs burst, earth waves are surging, sharp ice needles are flying all over the sky, and sharp sword lights are fighting against wild swords. All kinds of spiritual power and various martial arts are in full swing. . Hundreds of disciples surrounded the audience to watch the battle, cheers came and went.

"Hurry up, what are you dawdling about?" Qin Ming had just arrived at the top of the mountain when he heard an angry shout.

"I'm really in a hurry to get it by myself. I will only deliver the goods in the order on the list." Qin Ming was expressionless, and threw down the stone jar with a loud bang, which immediately attracted a lot of attention.

"Do you still dare to talk back?" A tall and strong young man strode up, pointed at Qin Ming's nose and yelled angrily: "Recognize your identity, you are a servant, and your duty is to deliver goods, not to exercise, and let me see you carrying With the stone jar spinning around, I smashed it to pieces for you!"

"It's really wide." Qin Ming took out a chain as thick as an arm and wrist from the stone jar, and dragged it to the martial arts field in front.

"I'm in a bad mood today, you better not mess with me." The young man stepped on the chain, his name was Pang Hu, he was a top disciple, and he was famous in Qing Yunzong. He was tortured and defeated in the martial arts arena just now, and he was holding back his anger, and when he saw Qin Ming coming over, he vented his anger on him.

"Let go of your feet." Qin Ming has experienced too many provocations like this, and turned to look at him coldly.

"I heard that you are in the third level of Lingwu? Dare to challenge the top disciples? Boy, I think you are impatient!" Pang Hu laughed angrily.

"I am a low-level disciple who is in the spiritual martial arts realm, and you are a high-ranking disciple who is only in the fifth level of spiritual martial arts. Is it shameful?" Qin Ming laughed unceremoniously, threw his arms around the chain, and yanked it violently, just from the chain. Pang Hu pulled out the long chain at his feet.

"Haha! It was crazy before, but now it's even more crazy. What can you do in the third level of martial arts? Without martial arts, you are still a waste. If you don't get a house for three days, I think you will be a tortured life in this life. " Pang Hu suddenly drew his saber, and slashed at Qin Ming.

"Pang Hu, you're going too far!" A girl in the distance scolded, displeased with this kind of behavior.

"Pang Hu, you are a high-ranking disciple, do you have any shame for bullying a servant?" Other disciples also scolded in dissatisfaction, but no one really came up to stop him.

Qin Ming's face was slightly cold, on one side of his body, he avoided the steel knife neatly, and slapped Pang Hu on the face in an instant. His slap was harder than a hammer, and with a crisp sound, Pang Hu's head was thrown back violently, blood and water mixed with his molars flew out, and he staggered back.

Pang Hu took a full ten steps back, his right cheek was red and swollen visible to the naked eye.

The nearby disciples inhaled quietly, striking hard enough.

"You son of a bitch, I'm going to tear you apart." Pang Hu not only blushed, but also his eyes were red. He shook his head vigorously, holding a knife to kill Qin Ming.

Qin Ming grasped the thick chain and danced wildly in the air. The thick chain of more than ten meters weighed three hundred catties.

Stab it!

Qin Ming sparked an electric arc all over his body, rushing towards the chain along his arm.

"Bastard! Lao Tzu..." Pang Hu was about to lift his foot, when the chain fell into the air like a whip, and it hit his back with a crackling sound, his skin was ripped apart, and blood splattered. Pumped off the top of the hill and rolled down the gravel path.