Sparring

"You said you want to join Yuncheng Martial Arts School to learn martial arts?"

The boy guarding the door was stunned for a moment, looking Mu Qingyun up and down, feeling a little at a loss for the moment.

The main thing is that he has been guarding the Yuncheng Martial Arts Gym for seven or eight years, and he has never seen anything new like this.

With no invitation and no recommendation, you just want to come to be a disciple all by yourself?

But it was said that Mu Qingyun dealt with Yue Ling, a cheap girl, and packed himself up the next day, went out and went straight to Yuncheng Martial Arts Hall.

The Yuncheng Martial Arts School was quite easy to find. After asking for directions, I found the place.

The door wall is very high, and there seems to be no servants standing guard outside the door, so it is quite quiet.

She walked to the door and felt a little confused.

In her time, martial arts schools were open for business, and as long as they went there, there would be people to entertain them. Mu Qingyun originally thought that no matter what era, martial arts schools should be similar.

Perhaps the number of disciples recruited here is small, but it still opens its doors to welcome visitors from all directions.

As soon as she arrived, she saw the towering wall and the closed door, and she immediately realized what was happening.

The old man was probably very kind, and the three young men were not thinking about him when they sent him out.

He nodded: "Junior sister, go do some activities."

But in just a quarter of an hour, the two of them were able to watch each other.

"Indeed, everyone wants to learn powerful swordsmanship, but if the sword manual of Luo Yue Sword is put in front of you, do you think you can learn it?"

The Zhang Qingqing he met that day had only learned martial arts from outsiders and had some basic boxing skills.

All the disciples cheered loudly.

On the martial arts field, Chen Yi has already started practicing for the third time.

There is also the seventh move, Shooting Yang. Although the essence of this move is speed, it should not be as sharp and fast as Chen Yi. It should be lighter and more concealed.

Distracted thoughts surged in her mind like water. When Mu Qingyun turned the shield and actually stuck to the tip of Chen Yi's sword, a smile appeared on her face and she whispered: "Come."

In the eyes of their brothers, a little sparring partner picked up at the door is already very useful at this level.

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What is Master doing?

Regardless of what the old man wanted to do, as long as the old man said something, Mu Qingyun entered the martial arts hall smoothly.

The disciples on the left and right, as well as the sparring partners, gathered around to watch.

"With the basics of drawing, bringing, lifting, blocking, striking, stabbing, point, and collapse, this set of swordsmanship is the most standard."

In fact, Fang Ruofeng has been surprised since he first saw this little girl.

If such a disciple doesn't fight for it, then he can only be an idiot.

At that time, he felt that this child had some talent.

But it's all here.

The master has said that this little girl must be kept, but whether she can use it or not, we still have to try.

It takes a lot of energy to train disciples.

Mu Qingyun even went to the archives to look for the county chronicle in Yuncheng. Only the county chronicle was a fragmentary copy and there was no detailed introduction to the local martial arts school.

The two men were comforting the girl in a low voice: "Don't be sad. Later, we will also find a few junior sisters to be your sparring partners. Practice well. In the group competition next month, we will beat him until he has teeth on the floor. Let Rang

He swallowed what he said today wholeheartedly."

A large white flash flashed in front of Mu Qingyun's eyes, and he was overwhelmed for a moment, unable to parry.

It seems that the stagnation she has realized over the years, or has not yet realized, is melting away like ice and snow.

About seven or eight days ago, he was drinking in a liquor store, and this kid went over to teach some scoundrels a lesson.

Only those who can respond are ghosts.

Anyway, it's not just someone who can get in if they want.

Even without using her internal strength, her swordsmanship is very fast.

But the little girl is very tender-skinned and not good at rejecting people.

"..."

"But it's Xiao Lingfeng's Luo Yue Sword. He said it himself. For beginners, in terms of solid foundation, Luo Yue Sword is far inferior to a few basic sword techniques, including our Baiyun Sword Technique."

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The old man standing at the front seemed a little surprised at this moment, and his eyes were glued to Mu Qingyun.

Mu Qingyun didn't even hesitate, went up and knocked on the door.

"The masters of swordsmanship in the Three Islands Kingdom, the Southern Kingdom, and those countries in the West who are also proficient in swordsmanship must also admit that the swordsmanship is so exquisite. The swordsmanship of all countries combined may be as fast as the Moon Sword Three Points."

Fang Ruofeng took a deep breath and calmed down.

If they had been more careful, they would have discovered that the young sparring partner was in a hurry at the beginning and could not keep up with Yi'er's sword moves.

The owner of Yuncheng Martial Arts School happened to see Chen Yi boxing well, so he went over to fool the family's parents and took him away.

He has seen this kid before.

"Don't underestimate it. Our masters all say that Baiyun Sword Technique is the best foundational sword technique in the entire Yuncheng."

There is a problem with the connection between the third move, White Cloud Viewing the Sun, and the fourth move, Spring Splendor. The angle chosen when changing the moves should be 30 degrees downward.

Not long after, Chen Yi also felt very happy.

Two brothers, Chen Gang and Chen Hu, were later selected and recommended for entry.

As she watched, she began to replay it in her mind, one move after another, spreading out.

When people in later generations mention the warriors here, they will definitely praise those sword gods and sword immortals, those peerless wizards who have not been able to produce a few for hundreds of years.

Chen Gang nodded: "Let's get started."

Zhang Qingqing's foundation hasn't been laid yet, so it's just right to put it in Baiyun Martial Arts School.

The sword wind swept across the sword test stone in front of him, leaving almost identical marks one after another.

Based on the year he joined the martial arts school, Chen Yi was earlier than Chen Gang and Chen Hu, but he was used to being called "Junior Sister", so he never changed it.

What I learned was Chen Jiaquan.

It is within this qualification that Fang Ruofeng can see an incredible speed of progress.

Mu Qingyun blinked, thought, walked over and said: "Miss, do you want to find someone to practice with you?"

After all, he had been practicing the art of observing movement and color for a year and a half, and Mu Qingyun understood it instantly.

"But I don't have any talents, except that I learned some boxing and kicking skills when I was young."

These disciples and grandchildren of his family are all children after all, with too little experience.

"Most people have no talent, so don't aim too high."

He is really busy. It has been several years since Baiyun Sect's disciples have passed through the reincarnation tournament and been able to participate in the great competition.

And the top delusion-breaking master, they are two completely different creatures.

The little girl's name is Chen Yi. She looks young, but she is actually twenty-one years old and has been in the Yuncheng martial arts gym for eight years.

The master of these disciples next to him, the master of Baiyun Sect, Fang Ruofeng, shook his head gently, dumbfounded: "These little fools."

After all, local little masters may generally be able to break the illusion, but if they really want to fight, they may not be able to win against the peak truth-seeking from a famous sect.

But in a small place like Yuncheng, there aren't many records.

Mu Qingyun: "..."

The sword was specially customized for her. It was lighter, longer, and slightly softer than ordinary swords.

Mu Qingyun instinctively felt that he was right.

The boy guarding the door might have been warned not to bully ordinary people by pretending to be powerful outside, but even though his eyes widened, he looked at Mu Qingyun like a big fool.

Although I haven't really seen her take action, now she is sparring, and the emphasis is on the word 'accompany'.

Half-grown and half-grown, squirming, whatever.

Even if a martial arts school cultivates elite disciples, it won't even require them to be a sparring partner.

Mu Qingyun's voice softened eight degrees.

Three young men, two men and one woman, were escorting an old man with half-grey hair out of the house.

Do we, the Baiyun Sect, need to be famous if we stare at a girl like this and let outsiders see it?

In addition to the competition, there are also as many famous masters as Guo Jiang Zhiqing. This is an age when martial arts is popular.

Chen Gang smiled and said: "This is Baiyun Sword Technique. It is the basic sword technique of our Yuncheng Martial Arts School. You sparring partners will also learn it in the future."
To be continued...