Chapter 70

"Qingyun sect, he xiangtian, ask for war." he xiangtian took the stage with a high profile and wanted to take advantage of the victory to win the third victory for Qingyun sect.

But as soon as he got on his front foot, Han Qianye hissed: "stupid!"

Ding Dian smiled: "it's a little."

"What do you two mean?" he xiangtian turned back and looked bad.

"See for yourself." Ding Dian pointed to the opposite side of the martial arts platform. A disciple of tiandaozong came on the stage. She was a girl in blue, but her breath was very fierce: "tiandaozong, cold and quiet, fight."

They all glanced at he xiangtian and said nothing to him! Can't you use your head? Qingyun sect has just won two games in a row. The limelight is booming. Will other sects sit idly by? The third war will certainly send some top successors. We'd better not rush to fight first, or send a Jinling disciple to the stage. How nice of you to be strong?

The five elders of Qingyun sect frowned. Why did they send him to heaven? Even if you don't send Jinling disciples, you should arrange Ling Xue.

He xiangtian's face changed when he saw the visitor. He had known Tiandao sect. Leng Wenqing's position in Tiandao sect was equivalent to that of Jinling disciple of Qingyun sect.

But it's all up. Can I return it? "Fight!" he xiangtian rushed to lengwenqing. My martial art is "poison". I have a chance of winning!

As a result

In just a dozen rounds, he xiangtian was blasted off the martial arts platform by Leng Wenqing and fell into a faint!

It was too bad, too direct.

The elders of Qingyun sect couldn't stand it. They were calm and speechless for a long time.

"The third war, tiandaozong, cold and quiet, win!" the garrison general announced in a high profile.

"Who's on?" Mu Cheng's face was calm.

"Hold on, don't worry." Zhang Lan and others were calm.

Next, the atmosphere of the martial arts arena continued to be hot and ignited again and again. The disciples of each sect took turns to fight against each other in martial arts and perseverance. They tried to show their brilliance.

There is a battle to decide the outcome, there is an active admission of defeat after a wonderful duel, and there is also a continuous fierce battle until both lose.

All the disciples of the sect were ignited with passion. No one retreated and no one humiliated the sect.

One, two... Seven... Ten

Each has its own excellence and characteristics. The patriarch and elders nodded frequently and were very satisfied with the disciples' performance. From time to time, they would privately comment on some wonderful battles.

These disciples are the pride of each sect and the hope of the sect.

Qingyun sect disciples judged the situation and stepped on the stage in turn.

In scene 10, Ling Xue stepped on the stage and fought against the disciples of Baihua sect. Win! In the 13th game, Han Qianye stepped on the stage and fought against the disciples of Xinghe sect. A fierce battle lasted nearly half an hour. Finally, he barely won, but he was seriously injured! In scene 15, Ding Dian stepped on the stage and fought against the disciples of blood evil sect. Unfortunately, he was defeated miserably‘ Three Jinling disciples, Zhang Lan, Li Nian, Su Yi, and Murong Chong, magic sea, took turns to invite the descendants of each sect.

As a result

Murong Chong was violently blocked by Tuling sect. A fierce battle lasted for two pillars of incense. The whole audience applauded like thunder. Finally, Murong Chong was blasted off the martial arts platform by Tuling sect with powerful martial arts because his spiritual power was exhausted.

Li Nian took the stage to challenge. Unfortunately, he was met by the legendary girl of baihuazong, fanxin. At the age of 15, he has stayed in jiuchongtian for a year. He is the youngest disciple of this year.

Finally, fanxin won and Li Nian conceded defeat and withdrew.

Among the three Jinling disciples, only Zhang Lan defeated Ning long, a disciple of Tianshui sect! It is not that the three of them are not strong, but that they are too famous. They have long been watched by the strong, and their disciples are also very strong.

The fierce battle lasted from the morning to the evening. A total of 34 duels were held, winning 34 people. One was lucky, but the other eight were seriously injured and lost the opportunity to participate in tomorrow's challenge.

That evening, the city government announced the list of qualified to participate in tomorrow's event. There were 27 disciples in Lingwu realm and 11 disciples in Xuanwu realm, a total of 38! On the first day of the eight tea parties, the martial arts competition officially ended.

But the hot atmosphere of the city Lord's residence lasted for a long time.

Today's Huiwu did not disappoint anyone, nor did it live up to its reputation as "the highest level of the Cenozoic in the northern region".

The wonderful performance of the disciples made the city guards sigh and admire, and also made the young ladies and sons of all aristocratic families in the city feel inferior.

It is worthy of being a gifted descendant of the eight religions and lives up to its name. Compared with these geniuses, they are too far apart.

After the game, the aristocratic ladies and sons of Wuling city left the city hall, but they were very excited and talked about it in full swing.

With their departure, the specific situation of today's tea party event quickly spread to the whole city.

In the evening, the city hall held a grand banquet for the eight disciples.

After all, the eight tea parties are friendly events. They can fight on the stage, but they should be harmonious under the stage, at least on the surface.

All the elders were present. On the surface, they were close to the disciples. In fact, they were watching them for fear of trouble. These little guys are holding their breath. Don't fight tonight.

Qin Mingzhen didn't want to participate and had to go. It was a dead order from Zongli. Unless they are seriously injured disciples in the field, they should participate.

Simply, Qin Ming and TIESHANHE, two unsociable people, sat in the corner and got something to eat and drink.

Ling Xue is naturally aloof and doesn't like excitement. She even joins their small circle.

The three didn't speak. Qin ordered himself to eat and TIESHANHE drank. They touched the wine pot from time to time.

Ling Xue closed her eyes and sat behind them with a veil.

"How to fight tomorrow?" TIESHANHE raised his head and drank a bowl of liquor.

Qin ordered a small drink, full of spicy: "I'm thinking about it."

"Play hard?"

"I have the idea."

"How hard can you play?" TIESHANHE asked again, raising his head and taking another sip of liquor.

Qin Ming raised his eyebrows and eyes, looked at TU lingzong and calculated silently. If you want to prove yourself, you can't play step by step. If you want to play fiercely, if you want to be crazy, you have to be crazy to catch everyone off guard. You can't touch your routine.

"Mr. Qin, Congratulations, you passed the first round smoothly." several handsome teenagers came over and took the initiative to say hello.

"Hello, nice to meet you." Qin Ming smiled and nodded.

"How sure is Mr. Qin about tomorrow's martial arts?" they looked at Qin life carefully and were curious about him. A disciple of bachongtian abused the disciples of jiuchongtian, which never happened in previous tea parties, because there were no disciples of bachongtian at all. He won today. What about tomorrow? Will there be any surprises.

"I want to win," Qin Ming said tactfully.

"Who do you want to challenge?"

"I'm the lowest level. I have no choice. I'll fight whoever comes on stage."

"I hear someone is very interested in you."

Qin Ming smiled: "there should be many people interested in me."

"Baihuazong, fanxin. The youngest one at this tea party."

"Girls? I don't fight women." Qin Ming shook his head.

"Hey, I'm afraid you don't have a choice." a teenager pointed to the busy crowd in the distance. Many handsome boys were chatting happily around a group of young girls. They are disciples of Baihua sect. All of them are women. They may be related to the cultivation of martial arts. They are tender, handsome and lovable. But after today's first round of martial arts, few people dare to underestimate them. Nine contestants and five winners have an amazing winning rate.

There is a little girl among the disciples of Baihua sect, who is a little more immature than other sisters. She is squinting here.

Fanxin! The legendary figure of the Baihua sect was defeated today by Li Nian, the Jinling disciple of the Qingyun sect.

"Her body skills and swordsmanship don't follow the common sense. Today's martial arts may not even make 80% of her strength. Be careful tomorrow." TIESHANHE lay beside him drunk and lazily reminded Qin Ming.

Qin Ming met TIESHANHE with a cup: "I don't use 30%, do you believe it?"

"OK, I believe it." TIESHANHE hiccupped.

At this time, a handsome young man walked towards them, smiled and bowed to Ling Xue. "Miss Ling Xue, I'm tiandaozong, chasing the wind at night. I wonder if I'm lucky to invite you to our side?"

Chasing the wind at night, one of the three Xuanwu disciples of tiandaozong, is a man of the hour and a romantic figure. He is very interested in iceberg beauties such as Ling Xue and can arouse his enthusiasm for conquest.

Ling Xue lifted her eyes lightly. Her eyes were like water, cool and flowing, beautiful and cold.

Night chasing the wind leaned over and smiled. He was gentle and polite. He stretched out his hand to pick up Ling Xue.

Qin ordered to move aside and let him open the way. No trouble, you play.

But Ling Xue raised her finger and pointed to Qin life. She ignored the night chasing wind and continued to close her eyes to regulate her breath.

"Hmm?" the night chased the wind strangely and looked at Qin Ming.

Qin Ming shrugged. He didn't understand and was innocent.

"Ling Xue means..."

"Ask him." Ling Xue's red lips opened gently, and her tone was cold.

"He?" the night chased the wind, his eyes turned and suddenly understood: "sorry, I took the liberty. Younger martial brother Qin, good luck."

"What do you mean?" Qin ordered to touch Tieshan river.

"She, yours." TIESHANHE squinted, half asleep and half awake.

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