Tai Xuan Jing

"Tianyi, what are you doing!" A cold shout came from the south, everyone looked up, and Li Yunxiang stood up in the stands a hundred meters away, staring angrily at this place.

As soon as Li Tian saw this, he was overjoyed, and when he came down the steps, he hurriedly bowed to Li Yunxiang and shouted: "Father, I'm just joking with Junior Brother Li!"

Li Yunxiang snorted coldly, turned around and bowed his hands to Liang Wen in the audience, and said, "Junior Brother Liang, there is no way to educate the dog, today you are in charge, just teach him, don't give me face."

When Liang Wen heard this, he was a little terrified. Li Yunxiang is very good-looking and protective. He is just a little elder. How dare he teach his son a lesson in such a situation? , children playing around, it’s nothing, today’s competition is the big deal.”

Fang Yuxuan nodded at this time, waved his hand and said: "Junior Brother Li, please sit down first, Junior Brother Liang is right, it's just a child playing around, don't worry too much, don't delay the martial arts meeting."

After Fang Yuxuan had spoken, Li Yunxiang had no choice but to sit down. Before he sat down, he did not forget to give Li Tianyi a look, thinking that he was embarrassing him.

Li Tianyi knew that he would not get any benefit from entanglement with Li Qianmo, so he snorted coldly, gritted his teeth and said, "Little waste, wait for me, your life is mine." After a few clicks, they disappeared.

"This lunatic." Li Qianmo looked at Li Tianyi's back and snorted coldly.

At this time, the voice of Elder Liang came from a distance: "Attention all participating disciples, this sect competition conference is presided over by this elder, and the shortlisted competition will be held today. Each disciple will wait at the venue assigned according to the result of his own draw. After two hours, the meeting will officially begin."

As soon as he finished speaking, a disciple in a gray gown brought a golden beast incense burner and put it on the vermilion lacquer table. A stick of incense was inserted in the incense burner, which was already lit, shaking gently in the breeze, burning quickly.

Elder Liang Wen continued to raise his voice: "Take advantage of this time, let me tell you the rules of the competition. Everyone must keep it in mind and not violate it."

He cleared his throat and started to say: "First, the one whose magic weapon is destroyed in the competition will be considered a loser!"

"Second, you must not maliciously seriously injure your opponent during the competition, otherwise you will be disqualified from the competition. If the circumstances are serious, you will be severely punished according to the rules of the school and will not be tolerated."

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After he finished talking about the rules, the incense sticks had been burned, and the last pinch of incense ash was blown into the incense burner by the wind.

"Okay, the time has come. Please invite Elder Wen, Elder He, Elder Deng, and Elder Guan to enter the arena to judge respectively. After the judges enter the arena, the competition will begin immediately."

As soon as Liang Wen's voice fell, four figures flew out from the high platform in the middle, each with fluttering sleeves, flying in four directions. Li Qianmo's judge in this arena was Elder Wen, who looked in his 30s, with a short chin and beard. An inch tall, with thick eyebrows and thin eyes, with a serious look on his face.

Elder Wen flew directly onto the ring, and shouted loudly: "Disciple No. [-] and No. [-] enter the competition!"

I saw two people leaping out from the audience, and both of them floated onto the ring, one was a young man in a blue Confucian shirt, the other was a young girl in a lavender short skirt.

Elder Wen retreated to the corner of the ring, and the two people in the middle of the stage saluted each other and announced their names.

"The Painting and Calligraphy Pavilion is full of clouds and ink."

"Five-tone Palace Ling Qingshuang."

After exchanging names, the two each sacrificed their own magic weapon. Yun Mohan's magic weapon is a writing brush with an emerald-green stem, about one foot long, and the thickness of a thumb.Ling Qingshuang's magic weapon is an emerald green bamboo flute, with a bunch of tassels hanging on the tail of the flute, and a shining pearl the size of a pigeon egg on it.

Fang Yuxuan on the high platform glanced at the four venues, his eyes stayed on this venue, and said with a smile: "I didn't expect to see a disciple who became a Taoist with the skills of this department at the beginning of the show. It's great."

Li Yunxiang smiled and said: "It's really good, but the female disciple's flute is a magic weapon to fight against the enemy, but it's really unreasonable to have such a big pearl as decoration."

Xiao Qingluan's expression on the side changed abruptly when he heard the words. Ever since Li Yunxiang went to Wuyin Palace to propose a marriage for his son and was rejected by Xiao Qingluan, the two of them have been in the same situation, and they would sneer and ridicule each other if they disagreed. On such an important day today, he actually took the initiative to provoke with words, how could Xiao Qingluan show weakness, Emei stood upright, and said coldly: "My five-tone palace's spells are extensive and profound, what do you, a rough man, know!"

When Li Yunxiang heard what she said, he immediately wanted to fight back. Fang Yuxuan raised his hand and smiled and said, "Okay, okay, you two don't quarrel every now and then, you two are so old, stop and stop, watch the competition, watch the competition .”

Ling Qingshuang and Yun Mohan in the east field have already started to fight. Both of them have learned their own magic.

I saw the jade pen in Yun Mohan's hand sketching dots, and bursts of green energy swept in, and they attacked the key points on Ling Qingshuang's body. , sometimes attacking, sometimes defending, turning around, every time she turns, there is a clear and crisp flute sound, which is melodious and melodious, and she almost hit Yun Mohan several times with this move.

The two fought for more than a hundred rallies, unknowingly circulated their zhenqi more and more fully, every stroke of Yun Mohan could bring out the whistling sound of wind.

Ling Qingshuang penetrated the flute with zhenqi, and drilled it out from the flute hole. It was shaped like a sharp sword, and it was impossible to defend against. Moreover, every shot of zhenqi would bring out a sharp flute sound. The disciples with low cultivation outside the field could not bear the harsh sound at all. The sound, you can only cover your ears.

The more Yun Mohan fought, the more he felt exhausted, the sea of ​​energy gradually weakened, and after the body's true energy weakened, the piercing flute sound came in, disturbing his mind for a while.

He knew that he couldn't go on like this any longer, and he had to use his trump card, otherwise the defeat would be over.

He dodged an attack from Ling Qingshuang, and suddenly shouted: "Feng!" The jade pen in his hand sketched wantonly, and dragged out a long golden thin line, which finally formed a golden "Feng" character, the size of a palm, volleying in the air fall there.

As soon as the golden "seal" character was completed, it rushed towards Ling Qingshuang, gradually enlarged, and turned into a thin film of nothingness to wrap Ling Qingshuang.

Ling Qingshuang bit her teeth lightly, held the bamboo flute by her mouth, and blew it suddenly. A burst of violent energy emanated from around her body, causing her long hair to fly and her belt to flutter. The energy stagnated.

Seeing this, Yun Mohan became anxious, and sketched again with the jade pen in his hand. A golden word "sleepy" was completed, which turned into a nothingness cover and buckled it against Ling Qingshuang.

Ling Qingshuang exerted the whole body's true energy to the limit, and the energy around her body vibrated violently. The jade finger suddenly pressed the hole of the flute, leaving only one hole empty. Drilled out, rushed straight up, shaped like a sharp sword, and pierced through the cover at once.

The golden cover was torn and dissipated immediately, Yun Mohan couldn't hold it anymore, with a "wow", he opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood, which stained his chest and skirt red.

Seeing this, Elder Wen immediately announced loudly: "In the first competition, Wuyin Gong Ling Qingshuang won!"

Both Yun Mohan and Ling Qingshuang left the arena, Elder Wen said loudly on the stage: "In the next round, disciples No. [-] and No. [-] will enter the arena for a competition!"

Li Qianmo is number three, and it's time for him to compete. He stomped his feet, rose into the air, and landed firmly on the ring over the heads of the crowd. He saw another person jumping up from the opposite side. He met his eyes. Isn't this person The other person was his old enemy Han Jian.

When Han Jian saw that his opponent was Li Qianmo, he was taken aback, with a serious expression on his face, and said, "I didn't expect you to be number three."

Li Qianmo smiled indifferently, and said: "Yes, what a coincidence, after this martial arts competition, I will be famous in Xiaoyao Valley, and you will become the laughing stock of the martial arts."

"Dream!" Han Jian yelled suddenly, and with a magic trick, a crystal magic sword appeared in his right hand. As soon as the magic sword was thrown out, a cool light slid across its surface.

Holding the dharma sword in his hand, Han Jian took several steps on his feet. In a short breath, he was one foot in front of Li Qianmo. He raised the dharma sword in his hand, and slashed it down suddenly. The sword energy surged out, and the air was chopped There was a wave of fluctuation, and many disciples in the audience couldn't help applauding when they saw it.

Li Qianmo looked at the oncoming sword with no expression on his face. He moved his feet slightly and moved half a step to the right. The skin is slightly sore.

Han Jian slashed through the air with his sword, and the sword energy hit the stone on the ground, shaking up the dust all over the ground. His sword fell into the air, and he swung the sword upwards, cutting obliquely at Li Qianmo's waist. Li Qianmo seemed to know what he was thinking, and waited for him When the sword slashed, he had already taken a step back, and the sword energy slid past his waist, only an inch away.

Fang Yuxuan on the stand in the distance was moved when he saw this, and lost his voice: "What a miraculous footwork. Although this is an introductory footwork in Xiaoyaoyou Shentong, it seems to be hidden in mathematics, and the changes are magical, wonderful, wonderful!"

In such a short time, Han Jian had made more than 20 strikes in the field, and Li Qianmo dodged each time lightly.

He only retreated but didn't attack, Han Jian continued to shoot, but he couldn't even touch the hem of his clothes, the disciples in the audience lost their patience, all became impatient, and the noise gradually became louder.

"What are you doing, do you want to fight or not, you little trash, do you only hide!"

"Hey, Han Jian is too useless. With so many swords, he can't even touch the edge of that little trash. He might as well smash his head to death on the stage."

"Hey, what are you two doing? How long are you going to play like this? Hurry up and hide!"

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The noise from the audience was getting louder and louder, piercing into the ears, making people upset. Han Jian was already extremely anxious, but after hearing these cries, he became even more impatient. He gritted his teeth, stepped back three steps, and said in a cold voice with a gloomy face : "Little waste, you deliberately made me look ugly, didn't you?"

Li Qianmo frowned, and said coldly: "After attacking for a long time, I can't even touch the corner of my clothes. I will return the words "little waste."

"Huh!" Han Jian snorted heavily, "Don't be complacent, if I don't prepare a trump card, how dare I come to this martial arts conference."

Li Qianmo raised his eyebrows and said with a faint smile, "Oh, you still have a trump card, if you don't use it, you may lose your chance."

Han Jian held his sword in his chest, and said sullenly: "Then you must take my move well, if you can follow it, it will be considered a good skill for you."

Before he finished speaking, he loosened his right hand, covering the hilt of the sword with both hands in the air, urging his true energy, the dharma sword turned straight.

Above the stands, Yu Xuan's eyes lit up, his eyebrows raised, and he said in surprise, "Oh? It's the Xuankong Po Golden Sword. I don't know how high his sword skill has reached."

"Senior brother, if you are optimistic about it." Li Yunxiang twirled his beard with his hands and smiled triumphantly, his face was full of confidence.

Fang Yuxuan nodded slightly, observing the changes in the field with his eyes motionless.

Han Jian's hands were only more than an inch away from the hilt of the sword, and the true energy in his palm was poured into the magic sword. The speed of the magic sword became faster and faster, and it was shaped like a white light, and the blade could not be seen clearly.

Li Qianmo squinted at the magic sword, and he also noticed that the power of this sword was extraordinary. It gathered all the power in one point, plus the force of rotation, to achieve an invincible effect.

"Accept the move!" Han Jian suddenly shouted, the figure shook, and the hand-pushing magic sword suddenly attacked, the speed was twice as fast as before.

Li Qianmo looked at Han Jian, who was attacking quickly, and there seemed to be a flash of light in his mind, his figure moved suddenly, and he just avoided the sword with two simple steps, a cluster of hair was swept away by the sword energy, and left his body , drifting down.

There was a flash of white light, and there was a crisp "ding", and a piece of shiny thing floated out, fell to the ground, and made a "ding-dong", it was a broken sword.

The audience was silent, and the audience was dumbfounded. Li Qianmo was holding a magic sword, and the tip of the sword was touching Han Jian's magic sword. Han Jian's magic sword was only half left, and the fracture was just caught by Li Qianmo's sword. Pointed against.

The audience below the stands were in an uproar. They didn't expect such a result at all, and they all froze there.

"This...how is it possible!" The elders in the stands were all dumbfounded, Li Yunxiang was also extremely shocked, and cried out in shock.

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