A moment later, beimingzi returned to normal, sat around the stone table and asked calmly, "what's the matter, your highness, the prince, who came to Tianzong all the way?"

"Xiaoyi needs a good sword."

Mu Qingxiao didn't intend to be wordy. He said it directly, saving time and effort. Although beimingzi looked silly just now, he knew it clearly in his heart.

He doesn't believe that when chisongzi came back to pick up Xiaoyi, he didn't tell beimingzi about his own affairs, and it's easy to guess a lot of things according to Xiaoyi's current strength.

As soon as the voice of the words fell, a trace of complexity flashed in the vicissitudes of beimingzi's eyes and sighed: "there is indeed a good sword, but Tianzong has been guarding Qiuli for many years. Only the leader of Tianzong can take charge of this sword."

What beimingzi meant was that Qiuli could only be handed over to the leader of Tianzong, and Xiaoyi was no longer a disciple of Tianzong.

"At the beginning, red pine nuts paid me the small support, but they didn't leave Tianzong."

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Beimingzi looked at the young man in front of him. The vicissitudes of his eyes were extremely complex. He remembered the words left by red pine nuts two years ago. He still couldn't believe it.

"Well, I can give her a chance to win Qiuli. In two days, Xiaomeng will return to Tianzong. At that time, let the two children compete with each other and the winner will win Qiuli. What do you think?"

Beimingzi was not stupid either. According to Mu Qingxiao's tone, he knew that the latter had to take a sword. Tianzong dared not offend the latter regardless of his identity or strength.

It's better to retreat for progress, let the two compete and compete fairly. Whoever wins will get Qiuli.

Moreover, he has confidence in his apprentice. In this way, this method can have the best of both worlds. It will not offend the latter, but also the best way to keep Qiuli in Tianzong.

Mu Qingxiao hears the speech and secretly scolds the old fox of beimingzi, but secretly laughs in his heart. In that case, you will be convinced to lose.

"Then let them compete with each other, compete fairly, and the winner will win the sword according to the meaning of the elder beimingzi."

"I don't deserve it, sir. Just be happy, your highness."

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Three days later, at dawn, in front of the lake outside Tianzong Valley, the two girls confronted each other with hostility in their eyes.

One of the girls was wearing a blue and black robe, with silver wires high and holding a wooden sword. Although she was young, it was not difficult to see that she was also a beautiful girl with water and spirit.

The girl is beimingzi's disciple, Xiaomeng.

Another girl wearing purple clothes and holding a wooden sword is Xiaoyi.

The lake was surrounded by Tianzong disciples, while mu Qingxiao and beimingzi stood on the top of the mountain and quietly looked at the lake below.

Mu Qingxiao glanced at a blue haired teenager among the disciples of Tianzong. There was no emotion in the teenager's eyes. It can be seen that he had no contact with Xiaoyi.

At the same time, Xiaoyi blinked her beautiful eyes and looked at the girl opposite with a strong breath. Her eyes were full of hostility.

At this time, the depressing scene was imminent. Xiaomeng opened his eyes and raised the wooden sword with his right hand. Under the control of aura, the wooden sword took off and went straight to Xiaoyi.

Although it was only a wooden sword, it sent out a very sharp sword meaning after it was released, which made the disciples around feel numb.

Looking at the bottom, Xiao Meng tried his best as soon as he came up. Bei Mingzi was very satisfied. He couldn't underestimate his opponent at any time.

The power of this sword was extraordinary. Soon, Xiaomeng showed his harmony with the world. His figure was like a ghost. He rushed out and caught up with the wooden sword, and his middle finger and index finger were held on the hilt.

Xiaomeng controlled his aura and continued to bless the wooden sword. The master's peak breath also burst out. The wooden sword shot at Xiaoyi quickly and set off a roar, as if to break the wind.

In an instant, he turned into a rainbow and arrived in front of Xiaoyi.

All the Tianzong disciples around were shocked. They could only look up to Xiaomeng's accomplishments or the power contained in this sword.

"What swordsmanship does elder martial sister Xiaomeng use? Why haven't I heard of it in Tianzong?"

"Elder martial sister Xiaomeng is a genius to be treated respectfully by the six elders. It's normal to use swordsmanship we don't know."

"What a monster! If I had half the strength of elder martial sister Xiaomeng, I would be enough to walk sideways in the Jianghu."

On the top of the mountain, looking at Xiaomeng's moves, mu Qingxiao smiled and said, "the master's peak is indeed a rare wizard. Master beimingzi has really accepted a good apprentice."

When beimingzi heard the speech, his smile at the bottom of his eyes flashed away. He stroked his white beard and said, "senior, Xiaoyi is no weaker than Xiaomeng under the guidance of his highness, otherwise Xiaomeng won't put all his eggs in one basket."

Hearing beimingzi's tone mixed with joy, mu Qingxiao took a smoke from the corner of his mouth. Is it too early for the old man to be happy.

However, Xiaomeng's move is a bit like the hundred step flying sword of ghost valley.

The vertical and horizontal sword was created by the first generation of Guiguzi in that year. It is divided into vertical sword and horizontal sword according to the way of heaven and earth. The horizontal sword attacks the plan to seek its benefits. It is for maneuvering, and the vertical sword attacks the potential to seek the truth. It is for closing.

Those who maneuver are the way of heaven and earth.

The hundred step flying sword is a must kill sword with the highest vertical swordsmanship in the vertical and horizontal swordsmanship of ghost valley. It is known as "one blade breaks the throat and one hundred step flying sword".

Mu Qingxiao calculates the time. They have left Xianyang city for some time, but it is still some time before gainie and Xing Tianming escape Ying Zheng's pursuit.

Did you leave Xiaoyi by your side, which has caused the butterfly effect? If so, Xiaomeng should have met gainie by chance on the way back to zongmen.

On the battlefield in front of the lake, all the disciples on the scene were shocked. It seemed that there was a vague figure in front of them, which flashed away, and then a purple figure flew up.

Then the surrounding things became particularly clear.

"Heaven and earth have lost color. Have you cultivated to this degree in two years!" beimingzi said with a heavy look looking at the breath below.

The sword went straight forward, the wind was howling, and made every effort to make this amazing blow. Xiaomeng's face was also quite dignified. She was imitating this move, but she didn't expect to spend so much aura.

But she is also confident that victory belongs to her, even if the girl in front of her has a slightly better cultivation than herself.

At this time, when the wooden sword and Xiaomeng were close to Xiaoyi, Xiaoyi's pupils narrowed, felt the horror of the sword, and all the auras in her body burst out.

For a moment, Xiaoyi's figure was like a spirit snake. He cleverly avoided the wooden sword and appeared behind Xiaomeng in the blink of an eye.

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