"Whoa!"

On the ring, two warriors were holding swords and were already fighting.

On the three arenas, there are warriors competing.

Under each arena, there were crowds of disciples, some of whom were shouting and cheering for their fellow disciples.

According to the rules, disciples in the early stage of martial arts first draw lots to choose their opponents.

In the end, only the top ten disciples were selected.

Then, the disciples in the middle stage of martial arts competed on stage again and the top ten were selected.

The top ten disciples in the early stage of the martial arts have the right to challenge the top ten disciples in the middle stage of the martial arts. If they win, the points they get will be doubled, whether as an individual or as a team.

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.

There are only four disciples in the later stage of martial arts.

There is naturally a competitive relationship between the four of them.

At the Kyoto Martial Arts School, except for Luo Qingzhou and Zhang Yuanshan, who were in the middle stage of martial arts training, everyone else was in the early stage of martial arts training, so they all went to draw lots and prepared to enter the ring.

Luo Qingzhou and Zhang Yuanshan were mixed in the crowd, carefully observing the competition on the ring.

The competition between the martial arts masters was naturally much more exciting than the competition between the martial arts students yesterday.

Zhang Yuanshan repeatedly shuttled between the three arenas. When he encountered the exercises and moves he was interested in, he immediately stopped to observe and ponder them carefully. He even couldn't help but stretch out his hands to make gestures, like a martial arts fanatic.

Luo Qingzhou stood in front of one of the arenas, watching the competition on the arena and thinking about things.

"The next two are Jiang Hai, a disciple of the Yancheng branch, and Dao Ling, a disciple of the Kyoto branch!"

Following this voice, a burly man walked onto the ring majestically, holding a mace.

Immediately, a tall, silver-haired girl with broad shoulders and broad swords walked onto the ring while everyone was looking at her with curious eyes and comments.

Luo Qingzhou then put away his thoughts and stared at the arena.

The two stood opposite each other, looked at each other for a few times, bowed their hands for a few words, and then began to compete.

The burly man's moves were extremely ferocious, and he attacked like a violent storm. The mace in his hand whirred, and his whole body was covered with stick shadows. His dance was airtight, which immediately attracted the attention of the audience.

The next round of applause.

Sister Dao's style is equally fierce, but at this moment she is holding the knife in both hands, fighting and retreating, spinning around in the ring, and not fighting hard.

After about half a stick of incense.

Seeing that Sister Dao was about to be submerged in the dense shadow of the stick, she saw the big knife in her hand suddenly buzzed, slashed with a "swish", and directly swung away the fierce mace, and then

A fierce and violent attack began.

"Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!"

The broadsword in his hand slashed upwards and downwards, slashing left and right. In an instant, snow-white knife shadows were everywhere. The burly man opposite was instantly submerged in the dense cold-light gleaming knife shadows. He could only dodge and block.

Already.

The situation suddenly reversed!

Before the disciples in the audience could react, Sister Dao's long legs suddenly tightened, and then bounced up with a "swish" sound. The big knife in her hand suddenly became several times larger, and the blade flashed with a dazzling light, "swish"

It fell down with a loud sound!

The burly man had already retreated to the edge of the ring. His whole body was covered by the sword, and he could not avoid it. He had to roar, gritted his teeth, raised the mace in his hand, and charged forward ferociously!

"Bang!"

The enlarged blade struck the mace heavily!

Sparks fly!

The burly man's body shook, his mouth split open, and the mace in his hand almost came out.

But before he could react, Sister Dao had already spun to the ground. After spinning in a circle to accumulate strength, the big knife in her hand swept away from his right side again!

"Bang!"

The burly man waved his mace urgently to resist, but suddenly felt a terrible force of gravity. His whole body was blown away with a "whoosh" and landed directly on the ground more than ten meters outside the ring, almost hitting him.

The disciples watching the fun below.

Sister Dao stood on the ring, holding swords in both hands, her silver hair flying, and the strong wind swirling around her, like a god descending to earth.

The burly man was shocked and his blood surged up. He spit 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 weakened and he almost fell.

His ferocious attack at the beginning had already destined him to be unable to last.

At this time, all the internal energy and strength in the body had been completely squeezed out by these last few knives.

A middle-aged man suddenly walked out next to him, frowning and saying: "Jiang Hai, just admit defeat, there will be 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 unable to fight anymore, so he could only say in frustration: "I give up..."

The elder came on stage and announced: "In this round, Kyoto's helmsman and sword bell win!"

As for how many points you will get, the scores will be scored by other elders in the stands and then added together.

The disciples in the audience were all discussing.

Seeing that no one was cheering for Sister Dao, Luo Qingzhou could only raise his hand and loudly said: "Senior Sister with long legs on the stage, your sword skills are so handsome! I admire you!"

Sister Dao put away the knife, glanced at him, suddenly smiled strangely, and pointed behind him.

Luo Qingzhou was stunned for a moment and looked back. Princess Nangong was standing behind him wearing a black dress, arms folded, looking at him coldly.

Sister Dao laughed and walked out of the ring.

This last smile had the charm of an exotic girl, which immediately made the disciples in the audience agitated.

"Sure enough, her legs are really long! She has silver hair and blue eyes. She just smiled and I felt like I was in love again!"

"The figure is also great, bigger than my senior sister...ah! Ah! Senior sister, I was wrong. When did you come?"

The disciples next to him burst into laughter.

Luo Qingzhou looked at Her Royal Highness the Princess behind him, blinked his eyes, and said, "Is something wrong?"

Nangong Meijiao looked at him coldly for a while, raised her eyebrows and said, "Now you start to like legs, don't you like feet?"

The corners of Luo Qingzhou's mouth twitched and he said: "Don't get me wrong, Princess. I just saw that Senior Sister Dao won and no one cheered. I helped cheer and encourage you. I didn't mean anything else."

Nangong Meijiao sneered: "Then why should we cheer for her long legs?"

Luo Qingzhou: "...I didn't."

"You have!"

Nangong Meijiao said coldly.

Luo Qingzhou did not argue with her anymore, 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, and he should be observing you. In the afternoon, there will be a mid-term martial arts disciple competition, have you thought about what to do then?"

Should I put in all my strength to compete for the rank and compete for a spot among the inner disciples, or should I continue to shrink my head and be a coward?"

Luo Qingzhou looked at her and said: "Why is the princess speaking so unpleasantly? Can't it be said that she is keeping a low profile and developing in a low profile?"

Nangong Meijiao snorted coldly, curled her lips and said, "For people like you, words should be unpleasant."

Luo Qingzhou asked: "What kind of person am I?"

Nangong Meijiao said: "A bad guy, a treacherous villain, a man worse than a beast."

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 were bursts of cheers from the audience.

In the stands, sitting at the highest position, were several old men in green robes. They were all full of energy, their eyes were shining, and they looked quite majestic.

"Is that the boy?"

"Master, it's him, and the disciple will never admit his mistakes."

Mo Jiufeng's eyes were fixed on the young man under the ring, he frowned and said: "He looks ordinary, he doesn't look like an extraordinary person."

Another big-faced old man next to him smiled and said: "Senior Brother Mo, I don't care about appearance or 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, I'm going to decide on Qingyun Peak!"

The big-faced old man sneered, looked at him and said, "Then we will rely on our true ability and let him make his own decision."

Seeing that the two old men were about to argue again, a woman next to them advised: "Two senior brothers, stop arguing. Anyway, the sect leader has also left seclusion and should come over later. After the sect leader comes, it will be decided by the sect leader."

As soon as these words came out, Mo Jiufeng immediately said with a straight face: "That's not possible. Didn't you see that Linghu Qingzhu's girl didn't come either? That girl must have gone to beg the sect master. This time we want to compete fairly.

Conquer that kid based on your own abilities and let him make his own decision. Hmph, no matter how powerful her swordsmanship is, Linghu Qingzhu may not be liked by others. She doesn't practice swordsmanship, and she has a cold face all day long.

Who owes her a few pennies, and who likes to follow her?"

The big-faced old man also said: "What Senior Brother Mo said is that everyone will compete fairly based on their abilities. Anyway, I am willing to give Chaoyang Peak's cultivation resources. If that kid is willing to go, I will make an exception and accept him as a closed disciple.
To be continued...