Chapter 92 You did it on purpose!

The autumn wind is blowing, and the fallen leaves just have time to pile up into a pile, which makes it look a bit different and spectacular.

The bustling scene in the martial arts arena is no longer visible. There are many more staff, "Historical Biography" reporters, and journalists from newspapers and magazines than there are martial artists.

"It comes like thunder to calm down its wrath, and it ends like the clear light of the river and the sea. Oh, today's "Historical Writings: Talking about Wulin", the front page headline actually reports that Anbang and the country were established, and a large space is dedicated to you, Qingqing."

"This reporter named Xie Ruo has good writing skills, but he just quoted this poem again."

Her senior brother, and Su Hang, were recorded in history for the first time, and they all used a line from this poem in their eulogies.

Not only his disciples, but also Zhuo Yanfei who became famous in his first battle, was also quoted in the history books.

It has simply become the royal poem of Yuncheng Martial Arts School.

However, Xie Ruoting is good at talking and praising her, which really makes people happy.

Chen Yi exhaled and said with a smile: "If you win this round again, Qingqing, you will enter the top sixteen."

Si Yan saw Zhuo Yanfei's expression suddenly darken across the head.

Nowadays, the disciples from various sects in the hotel have reached the point where when they heard someone talking about the lingering spring, they became tense and alert, ready to draw weapons at any time.

People in the world don't know.

Mu Qingyun raised his sword, and there was a flash of electric light. Sure enough, he blocked Si Le's soft silver sword. At that moment, she grabbed the empty door.

Si Le did not dodge or block, as if he was in a trance.

It's just that this set of swordsmanship emphasizes both intention and form. The moves are ever-changing, depending on the place, the time, and the person. Many disciples simply can't learn it.

Even the referee was stunned. Si Le shook his body and fell to the ring with a thud.

The sword energy was flowing vertically and horizontally, and every move pierced Mu Qingyun's vital points all over his body.

Mu Qingyun suddenly felt a chill coming over her. Si Le's sword was clearly on her right, but her left shoulder was trembling slightly, as if in fear and excitement.

But who would want to lose?

Si Le, however, was completely unaware of his senior brother's inner slander, and each sword strike was faster than the other.

Mu Qingyun smiled.

sunny.

This trip was for political purposes.

The people of the Three Islands showed their chariots and horses in order to suppress the martial arts spirit of the Ming Dynasty and enhance the self-confidence of their own people.

Mu Qingyun's face turned pale, but he saw the referee's sleeves lifted up, gently rolled around the tip of the sword, and the force of the sword was instantly dispersed.

The senior brothers and sisters came to comfort her one by one, and promised to take her to the busiest market in Zhaocheng for shopping, to eat signature dishes in restaurants, and to go sightseeing in the mountains.

She quickly sheathed her sword, looking confused.

"To be honest, I really didn't expect this."

Better than the swordsmen of the Jin family in northern Jiangsu, they are full of spring.

Two forty-five p.m.

Mu Luosheng is the bright spear in the arena. Apart from him, there are still countless hidden arrows scattered throughout Zhaocheng and outside.

Mu Qingyun responded one by one.

Si Le suddenly said: "Your lingering spring mood makes it particularly good."

Because it's never wrong.

"Si Le."

Crane Meng is Zhuo Yanfei's famous stunt. When he was young, he optimized several sword techniques of Baiyun Sect and created his own "Crane Meng".

This year’s event will definitely leave a mark in the history books.

After saying a few words, the time was up.

Sometimes, she feels that if she studies this set of swordsmanship deeply and reaches its deepest level, she may be able to pursue the truth, overcome illusions, and even defeat destiny.

She didn't want to fight Si Le either.

In recent days of competition, she has only used the most basic sword techniques from Yuncheng Martial Arts School, and the one she uses most is Baiyun Sword.

If he beats Master Zhuo's beloved young disciple to tears, he will be given a solid meal of stir-fried bamboo shoots and meat by his master when he returns home.

Mu Qingyun himself knows that not much history remains in later generations, only fragments remain.

It is impossible for everyone to just admit defeat like before.

That's too ugly.

When it comes to national war, no method should feel despicable.

"The lingering feeling of spring, the lingering feeling of spring, has indeed captured its essence!"

Her sword is like a barrier formed by a water curtain and waterfall, and also like a spring sun that is everywhere and almost imperceptible, shining on the enemy's heart every moment.

Even Mu Qingyun can understand that this is indeed a confrontation between the two countries.

In the stands, the full audience exclaimed.

Together with the Crane Dream, the opponent will be distracted and lose their hostility.

"But this time the fight with Si Le was too fierce. It was fratricide. It just made the bastards of the Three Islands proud."

In just a few days, they have dug up more than 20 hidden piles of the three island countries in their own country.

Mu Qingyun and Si Le stepped onto the ring at the same time. Although Si Le looked cold, his behavior was quite considerate. He walked one step behind Mu Qingyun at the wrong time and lifted the rope for her when he came on stage.

Although Mu Qingyun was on defense, his defense was airtight and very beautiful.

She trusts her feelings.

Si Le finally saw how difficult this 'spring breeze' really was.

This time, Mu Qingyun did not use fast strikes and strong attacks like before. Instead, he opened his stance, adjusted his inner breath, and showed his starting move - White Cloud Viewing the Sun.

But Si Le raised the tip of his sword, bringing out an arc-shaped crescent moon and piercing Mu Qingyun's eyebrows.

Chen Yi sent Mu Qingyun to the martial arts arena, and after thinking about it for a long time, Mu Qingyun picked out his opponent for the next match, and she quickly opened it to take a look.

After entering the elite, Mu Qingyun came back to practice Baiyun Sword Technique and gained more experience.

The popular 'Crane Dance' in Yuncheng Martial Arts Hall is derived from Zhuo Yanfei's simplified and dismantled version of 'Crane Dream'. It is not as powerful as Crane Dream, but it is so beautiful that it has seven or eight points of charm.

Chen Yi was silent for a long time, "Let's take it easy and don't waste too much energy."

Zhuo Yanfei also came over and coaxed Mu Qingyun: "Qingqing is done competing today, how about I teach you He Meng?"

Si Yan, the eldest disciple of Moon Palace, raised his hand and pressed his eyebrows, dumbfounded: "You bastard!"

Better than flying on the snow, Pei Han still has the lingering feeling of spring.

Zhuo Yanfei couldn't help showing a little pride in her eyebrows.

Entering the ring, Mu Qingyun and Si Le stood in the east and west positions respectively.

It's not that warriors like them think too highly of themselves, but they can't be careless no matter what.

As soon as the sword was released, Mu Qingyun suddenly felt something was wrong.

Chen Yi suddenly felt a little envious.

In the blink of an eye, the time is up, and the referee loudly announces - "Start!"

Maybe there won't be such serious consequences. Maybe even if you lose to Mu Luosheng, the Chinese people can understand it, and the world's warriors can also understand it.

This sword technique is rated among the top ten famous swords in the world by historians, and is the most beautiful in the world.

But now this is not only a competition, but also a national war.

Mu Qingyun understood and solemnly said: "Don't worry."

The spectators in the stands were still cheering, but a group of warriors were so frightened that their breathing slowed down.

She likes it more and more.

She is better than the masters of Kunlun Sword Sect, and she is full of spring spirit.

"The Thirteen Swords of the Moon Palace—Guyue Three!"

This is the 'Void Moon' in the Thirteen Swords of the Moon Palace, commonly known as the Mirror Flower, Water Moon.

In their own eyes, they were seizing the opportunity to take a bite of meat from the Ming Kingdom and change the reality that the Three Islands Country had been a vassal state of the Ming Kingdom since ancient times.

Instinctively, the sword flew out without hesitation, and with a 'setting sun' move, the sword energy billowed and hit Si Le's eyebrows.

Not long after, Zhuo Yanfei's eyebrows gradually softened - her young disciple actually received such a violent attack one by one, steadily and safely.

"After all, whether it is the top 16 or the top eight, there will always be a day when our young people can get it."

Although they were determined to lose, they were already competing for the top 16. Historians were present and reporters were taking photos.

If there was this competition on other occasions, she would definitely try her best. This is respect for herself and for her opponent.

Mu Qingyun: "..."

The scene suddenly became tense.

After a long while, the referee reluctantly said quietly: "The winner is Zhang Qingqing from Yuncheng Martial Arts School."

Zhuo Yanfei: "You Yue Gong must have done it on purpose!"
Chapter completed!