Mu Qingyun turned a deaf ear and concentrated on watching Chen Yi practice swordsmanship in the martial arts arena. This set of Baiyun swords was a bit like spring rain, gentle and continuous, but very effective.

But he didn't pay much attention at that time. Which disciple of Baiyun Sect would have no talent?

In these days, anyone who can master martial arts requires talent, luck, and even chance encounters.

"Immortal Phoenix Dance."

Fang Ruofeng's face suddenly turned red and his eyes bulged: "Damn, I can still bear this!"

Just looking at this old man's face, you can't tell his age. You can tell from the color of his beard and hair that he is an old man.

Coincidentally, while she was talking to the boy, four people came out of the door.

Mu Qingyun knew at a glance that this girl must be thinking of all kinds of excuses for rejection.

She also did a very good job and was very qualified.

There are approximately seventeen or eight disciples practicing martial arts.

At least it must be at the peak of the Delusion Realm.

He suddenly took a step forward, stopped, coughed, looked around, but still didn't move.

Chen Gang smiled.

Either you have a good background, you have to have great talent, or you have to be lucky, otherwise no matter what you do, you will just be lost in the public eye.

Ordinary delusion realms are not qualified to be remembered in history books.

The young man behind him quickly reached out and secretly pulled the master's sleeve.

"Three fingers."

If Miss Zhang misses her block once, she will never miss it a second time.

Everyone can see the satisfaction in her expression.

She seemed to have already learned it before she even got the sword.

Glancing at the strict entrance guard, Mu Qingyun was thoughtful.

"I, Fang Ruofeng, am not without ambition."

Two-quarters of an hour later, Chen Yi's eyes were shining, sweat was steaming all over his body, and his cheeks were red. It was clear that his blood and qi were active and he was full of energy.

The two brothers Chen Gang and Chen Hu nodded and said with a smile: "Miss Zhang is right, she really has some skills."

He paused, looked at Mu Qingyun, and then at all the disciples, handymen, and other sparring partners around him.

Subconsciously, he moved his fingers slightly, and began to unconsciously evolve this set of sword techniques in his mind.

After all, more than a hundred years apart, it is really difficult to understand the whole picture.

"Sheyang."

Chen Yi raised her sword and stabbed, and the sword moves were continuous, just like when she fought with her sparring partners countless times, she didn't use her internal strength, she just passed the moves.

Chen Gang said hello, and several disciples rushed out from all directions, collecting the messy debris on the martial arts field to one side, and 'driving' away other training disciples to make room.

Chen Yi waved to her, and Mu Qingyun walked over, not using the sword handed over by other disciples, but only taking a small hand shield.

But this girl is just too outrageous.

Wait another ten years, and he will be seventy-seven. Seventy-year-old life is rare in ancient times. Even as a sword god, seventy-seven is not the age when the king of hell chases his life, but he will never have the energy to take his apprentice to the most high-profile event in the world.

of great competition.

Chen Yi didn't react at first, but instinctively felt that today's sparring was incredibly enjoyable. When Mu Qingyun and others subconsciously used spring moves, he immediately felt very different.

As soon as you enter the gate of the martial arts hall, you will see a large martial arts performance field, with simple plum blossom stakes, various ropes, and suspended wood pieces everywhere.

But she was still very polite and asked her to leave a famous tattoo, saying that she would tell the owner of the museum later.

Look again, don't be in a hurry.

For a moment, her thoughts spread and she fell into a trance. She heard Chen Yi's slightly shy voice on the martial arts field: "Miss Zhang."

After he finished speaking, he gently pressed down and actually took Chen Yi to practice sword practice.

The old man tugged hard, pulled back his sleeve, and gave his disciple an annoyed look.

She also went from being stiff, to parrying in a completely imitated manner, to showing a little bit of ease.

The little girl suddenly became more hesitant.

No one knew that in just a quarter of an hour or so, Sect Master Fang's thoughts went back and forth several times.

She is full of energy, and her brows and eyes have developed charm.

"I, the elder of the Ming Kingdom Sword Pavilion, is the Sword God Xiao Lingfeng's Luoyue Sword powerful?"

She has already made inquiries and found out that there are several relatively reliable martial arts gyms in Yuncheng, such as Shanhe Martial Arts Hall and Bowei Martial Arts Hall, but they are not easy to get into.

Chen Yi walked to the martial arts arena and took a sword from the weapons rack.

The young girl with a sad face stopped in her steps, looked over in surprise, hesitated for a moment, remained silent, and her eyes were flying wildly.

Fang Ruofeng is already sixty-seven, and can only participate in the ten-year competition again, which will be three years later.

Although Mu Qingyun looks far from Chen Yi's opponent, this does not mean that she is not a qualified sparring partner.

It is almost impossible for a wild person like her to join the Yuncheng Martial Arts School.

As for swordsmanship, ahem, it's not that it's not bad, it's just that I don't know how to do it.

The old man patted his disciple away and stroked his gray beard: "Yi'er, just accept this girl and let her be your sparring partner."

"That kid Su Hang is also a bastard. He was so cruel to his grandma during a practice match."

Three disciples: "??"

During this period, most of the masters in the international competitions came from famous families such as Jiangnan Moon Palace, Huijian Sect, Kunlun Sword Sect, and Hui'an Yang Clan.

"To be honest, Miss, my family is poor, but my mother is seriously ill and needs long-term nursing care. I need money everywhere."

"Watching the sun with white clouds."

But when I see her today, she has more than just that basic foundation.

Her heart sank slightly, wondering whether this was only true for the Yuncheng Martial Arts School or for all official martial arts schools of this era.

"Then let's try it first?"

The ancestors of the Chen family were engaged in martial arts, but by chance, a master taught them a set of boxing skills. They studied hard and practiced hard to become famous, and this is how the Chen family came into being.

The faster she hit, the smoother she became. The frustration of being blasted by Su Hang twenty times today finally disappeared.

This martial arts gym is not a place for doing business. It really has the same function as the municipal martial arts team.

The other two young men, one named Chen Gang and the other Chen Hu, were both from Chang County like Chen Yi. The Chen family was a small martial arts family, and the three of them were originally taught by the same master.

Chen Yixin thrust his hand forward, his body moving with the wind, and the sword light flickered for a moment.

Mu Qingyun raised her head. Her swordsmanship was light and gentle, elegant yet powerful.

[Skill: Sword Technique 1 (Baiyun Sword Technique)]

Mu Qingyun brushed 'Chen Yi' and forcibly brushed up his swordsmanship proficiency.

By the way, I also learned the sword technique.

Naturally, he was also very happy.
Chapter completed!