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In an instant, everyone in the martial arts arena turned to look over.

For a moment, everyone's eyes were glaring.

The sparring partners, who had become acquaintances recently and had exchanged a few words with each other at least, were instantly agitated.

Mu Qingyun's face felt slightly hot.

After all, she was just a high school student before this, had not officially entered society, and was still very young-skinned.

Mu Qingyun was also very happy.

Chen Yi laughed and sighed: "It's a pity that I can't pester you every day in the future."

Mu Qingyun couldn't help but look a little disappointed.

Chen Yi is an excellent target.

By sparring with her, my martial arts progressed quickly, and I learned a lot of swordsmanship. Not only could I make money, but I could also make money from cars and horses.

The teacher suddenly turned around and stared at Mu Qingyun, knowing immediately that she had entered an epiphany.

The teacher asked carefully.

Before he finished speaking, there was a clang in his ear, and then there was the continuous sound of sword clanging.

Mu Qingyun smiled: "Very good."

After dismantling it, the instructor asked everyone to practice together, and he corrected it step by step.

But Chen Yi was not afraid of this lesson, and whispered to Mu Qingyun: "Next month, Yuncheng will hold the first round of the Samsara Tournament. This is the first time in ten years, and we will join in the fun."

Her sword was countless times faster and more skillful than before, like an antelope hanging its horns, leaving no trace.

The teacher's expression changed with horror, and he stared at Mu Qingyun closely. Sure enough, Mu Qingyun was awakened, opened his eyes, and the divine light disappeared immediately.

If the epiphany is interrupted, it is possible that not only the opportunity is lost——

After watching the teacher's demonstration, Mu Qingyun dismantled each move for his disciples, carefully and in detail. He almost wished he could chew it up and feed it to his disciples.

The instructor happened to come over and coughed when he heard: "Don't talk nonsense. Participating in the competition to demonstrate the spirit of a warrior is also to use competition as a substitute for training and let the disciples master practical skills. In the future, they can serve the country and win glory for the country. In fact, for

Just a yellow and white thing!”

"What's the tuition like?"

Sun Feifei was startled, her arrogance was reduced, her brows were lowered, and she was visibly more polite: "I spoke too hastily, and I didn't mean to be disrespectful to Uncle Zhuo and all of you."

All the disciples looked at each other and remained silent.

"Our Yuncheng Martial Arts Hall was built by the imperial court. Even if the emperor is here today, he encourages the disciples of my martial arts hall and never criticizes you. Are you more unruly than the emperor?"

All the disciples immediately fell silent.

Mu Qingyun raised his eyebrows, looked at the innocent-looking Sun Feifei, and said with a smile: "I also want to thank Miss Sun for her guidance."

Sun Feifei was feeling proud when a sword was pressed between her eyebrows. The skin on her face even trembled. The corners of her mouth twitched and her heart trembled.

As the conversation begins, the teaching begins.

Mu Qingyun put aside his distracting thoughts, held a very thin sword, and started practicing.

"It would be best if you can participate in the reincarnation match. There are twelve rounds in total. If you win in the first round, you will get five taels of silver, and in the second round you will get ten taels. If you win five rounds, you will get thirty taels of gold. If you win in the tenth round, you will get a reward of one thousand taels."

, if you win the first prize, you will have ten thousand taels of gold, and you will become rich overnight."

As he spoke, Mu Qingyun swung his sword, and it pierced Sun Feifei's forehead like a rainbow piercing the sun.

It disappeared all of a sudden, and I always felt a little bit at a loss.

[Swordsmanship +0.001+0.001...]

The teacher was not annoyed and said in a gentle and gentle voice: "Qingqing has joined our Yuncheng Martial Arts School. There will be classes soon, so she will naturally be there."

"Even if you randomly find a disciple to vent your anger in the name of discussion, we will tolerate it."

She turned around and looked around to see what was going on.

As soon as a thought flashed through his mind, Mu Qingyun's figure flew away, the feeling of stumbling finally disappeared, and he skillfully used a combo of moves.

The teacher suddenly looked solemn and said sternly: "Sun Feifei, what are you talking about? Where is your education?"

Mu Qingyun's sword actually started to sing, and the rhythm was similar to the sound of his own sword just now.

However, her sword is also a good sword, it is quite spiritual, and it will let out bursts of mournful screams as soon as it hits the ground.

The edge of the sword changed, from 'Song of Elegy' to 'Waiting for Others to Return'. As soon as the three moves were made, the sword energy as cold as the moon hit his face.

Mu Qingyun was confused when he saw Sun Feifei coming from nowhere, with a sneer on her face, "Wishful thinking."

It was just a random thought. Soon, Mu Qingyun was immersed in the joy of practicing martial arts, practicing over and over again. Unknowingly, she discovered that the sword technique became more beautiful and more powerful.

The word "instruction" mentioned by Mu Qingyun just came to mind. Sun Feifei turned pale with anger, her mind buzzed, and the crazy energy in her heart suddenly surged up.

Everyone covered their ears and turned their heads, but Sun Feifei's sword fell to the ground, making a violent sound.

"Of course, the bulk of the money comes from competition prizes."

Mu Qingyun concentrated his attention and looked intently. As soon as the "Elegy Song" came out, the sword seemed to be wailing.

The style is 'passionate' and the sword wind is ethereal, making it almost difficult to catch with the naked eye.

Mu Qingyun sheathed his sword, and suddenly he felt all kinds of spiritual lights bursting out in his mind. He stood blankly on the spot, his eyes were confused, and mountains, rivers, and lakes seemed to appear in front of his eyes. There was a moon on the mountains, a moon in the river, and a moon in the lake.

Teach me to brush my eyes and their eyes will brighten.

She couldn't help but smile. The treatment enjoyed by serious disciples was indeed different from that of being a sparring partner.

"Disciples have a monthly salary of three taels and two sets of clothes, shoes and hats for each of the four seasons throughout the year."

Chen Yi saw the gloomy look on Mu Qingyun's brows and couldn't help but smile: "Of course there is no tuition fee. Our Yuncheng Martial Arts School is not a 'Longwei' who has got into money's eyes and exploited disciples, so why should we be shameless?

"

"How about it?"

A group of disciples around him secretly laughed.

"Oh."

Sun Feifei's eyes fell on Mu Qingyun, her pupils immediately shrank, and she said coldly, "Why is she here?"

Sun Feifei was startled, then frowned angrily: "Why do you want all the garbage here!"

The sword intention of "waiting for others to return" has an indescribable sense of loneliness and absurdity.

The instructor saw that she had surrendered, and although he still held his neck and never really apologized, he did not care about her. He only said to the disciples: "Today we will learn the Mountain and Moon Sword Technique. There are three styles in total, 'Elegy,' 'Sentimental,' and 'Waiting for Others'

.”

Chen Yi laughed and said, "I can't make it into the reincarnation tournament like this. I usually compete in the 'Anbang Dingguo Tournament' and the like. In a game, I earn three to five taels if I win, and I can get one or two taels of subsidy if I lose. It's nourishing."

Very.”

She soon discovered that the teacher paid much more attention to her than anyone else.

As a teacher, he himself had an epiphany, and of course he knew that the opportunity was rare. He quickly waved his hand to silence the disciples, lowered his voice, and whispered softly: "Be careful, don't make any noise."

Anger will burst out.

There seems to be someone practicing swordsmanship on the moon.

"We eat in the canteen, so the expenses are not big. If we save a little, we can save a lot."

For a moment, she felt a trace of her own swordsmanship coming from the sword.

The teacher stepped in front of Mu Qingyun and said coldly: "Miss Sun, you came to us and said that Yuncheng is quiet and you want to cultivate your ambitions in Yuncheng, we agreed."

"It is natural for martial artists to compete and compete, but your intention to harm others at this time is extremely bad. Our Yuncheng Martial Arts Hall cannot tolerate the existence of a person with bad behavior like you. I will inform the sect master and inform the Capital Martial Arts Hall that you are such a bad person."

Just go."

Sun Feifei was stunned and said angrily: "Nonsense, nonsense, I didn't mean it."

The teacher waved his hand and refused to listen to Sun Feifei's argument: "If you dare to take responsibility, then you have such a temper. Now it doesn't matter if you are talking sophistry."

"Our Yuncheng Martial Arts School is not a government office. Everyone should know the right and wrong."
Chapter completed!