The proud concubine spoils the foolish king

Chapter 60 Martial Arts Conference (8)
Noticing the change in Lan's expression, Mu Qingxu smiled slightly and took two steps back.

"Master Lan, are you disappointed?" Mu Qingxu looked at Lan with raised eyebrows.

Lan looked confused, staring at Mu Qingxu, but didn't speak.He had never seen such a strange person in his life.

"The competition is entering the third quarter, please enjoy it to your heart's content, Mr. Lan." As he said that, Mu Qingxu attacked Lan again, still using the saber technique, but Mu Qingxu didn't use his internal strength any more, so his aura changed again.

"You are really a strange woman." Resisting Mu Qingxu's knife, Lan obviously felt that the lethality of this knife was much greater than before.

"Thank you for the compliment." Mu Qingxu smiled slightly, retracted the knife slightly, and swung it out.

Lan retracted his stomach, then took two steps back, and quickly raised his sword forward.

Mu Qingxu took a step sideways, turned the knife in her hand again, and still swept it out.

Lan's pupils contracted, and he quickly turned 180 degrees. He tossed the sword in his hand and turned it into a backhanded sword, picking at the wrist of Mu Qingxu's knife-holding hand.

Mu Qingxu's hand quickly retracted slightly, and the knife and sword just collided with each other, making a clang.

Lan split her legs, fell down, then slid her right foot back hard, and at the same time changed back to holding the sword in her forehand, and with a strong lift, the knife in Mu Qingxu's hand flew out.

"I still lose." Mu Qingxu withdrew her hand, rubbed her wrist, and looked at Lan with some complaints, "Mr. Lan is really wicked, you actually made me lose twice."

"I'm sorry." Lan followed suit, wanting to reminisce about the competition just now, but Mu Qingxu poured cold water on her face, and immediately looked embarrassed.

"Just kidding." Picking up the scabbard, Mu Qingxu jumped off the ring neatly.Today's task is completed, I am really tired.

Back in the stands, Mu Qingxu leaned in Jimo Yundi's arms, enjoying the next two matches with relish.The duel between Lan, Mo and Tan is not at the same level as the competition with them. In comparison, the previous competitions are no different from small fights.I saw flying sand and rocks flying on the ring, and there were constant loud noises.

It was not until dusk that the martial arts conference was over. The top three rankings had not changed for many years, and this year is still the same. No.1 is the master of the underground palace, No.2 is the master of the temple, and No.3 is Lan .It's just that this year's No.4 has become Hongmen.

At the end of the martial arts conference, there was a grand banquet. Of course, only representatives of each sect participated in it. The strange thing is that this year's banquet, both Mo and Tan stayed for the first time.

At the banquet, Mu Qingxu sat on Qi Guanhong's left, and Jimo Yundi sat on her left.Mu Qingxu forbade Jimo Yundi to drink, but she poured down the wine glass one after another.No way, a group of warriors gathered together, this banquet was extremely boring, not as interesting as the royal banquet, Mu Qingxu who was bored could only drink and occasionally tease Emperor Jimo Yun.

"I don't know what's Miss Mu's plan next? Should she stay in Pingcheng, or..." After drinking for three rounds, Lan held back for a long time, and finally asked her own question.

"Go back to Zhaori City." Mu Qingxu made no secret of her destination.In other words, Lan seems to have wanted to ask a long time ago, why did he ask now?I thought he was more straightforward, why did I get shy?But this question just went out after turning around in Mu Qingxu's head. It was just a question that came to mind suddenly, and it was of no importance.

"Miss Mu lives in Zhaori City?" Mo leaned lazily on the back of the chair, looking at Mu Qingxu with hanging eyes.

"Hmm. What? Is the palace chief going to Zhaori City?" Mu Qingxu also looked at Mo with hanging eyes.

"It's a good idea." Mo was stunned for a moment, then smiled.I always feel that the current Mu Qingxu is slightly different from the previous one, seems to be a little colder?
"Why didn't Miss Mu invite me down?" Tan covered the lower half of his face with an open folding fan, leaving only eyes full of resentment to look at Mu Qingxu.

"If the Palace Master wants to go, just go with the Palace Master." Mu Qingxu smiled back at Tan, turned her head and continued to drink.

Tan and Mo looked at each other.There was indeed something wrong with Mu Qingxu.

"Haha, don't mind me, Xu'er is extremely quiet after being extremely excited, and she is as quiet as she is excited."

Everyone looked at Mu Qingxu.Really strange character.

Mu Qingxu didn't react at all to Qi Guanhong's words, and continued to drink wine expressionlessly.Only Qiantong knows that Mu Qingxu has time for self-reflection within six hours from when Mu Qingxu stepped down from the arena. For a contest like this, Mu Qingxu will take the time to replay all the competitions in his mind and analyze each match. Personal strengths and weaknesses, looking for where everyone made mistakes in the game, and then thinking about better ways to improve.Because not only one has to analyze one's own, but also other people's, so this is a time-consuming and energy-consuming matter, so when self-reflection, Mu Qingxu usually keeps a cold face and doesn't care about world affairs.

"Xu'er." The ethereal voice that suddenly appeared shocked everyone. This voice belonged to only one person, and that was the genius doctor Wuying.

In just an instant, the place between Mu Qingxu and Qi Guanhong appeared without a shadow. Seeing Mu Qingxu's cold face, she knew that she was introspecting herself, so she turned her gaze to Qi Guanhong.

"Come here, give the genius doctor another stool." Qi Guanhong's tone was not friendly, and it seemed to outsiders that the leader of the martial arts alliance was at odds with the genius doctor.

In fact, the two people really didn't get along, and the reason was naturally Mu Qingxu. In fact, it was just because they didn't like each other in order to compete for Mu Qingxu's master status.

Wuying didn't say anything, and when someone moved up the chair, he sat down calmly, and then closed his eyes to rest his mind, so that those who wanted to make connections among the representatives of various sects could not find a chance to speak.But everyone's eyes were on Qi Guanhong, Wu Ying and Mu Qingxu.

After a cup of tea, Mu Qingxu's eyes gradually recovered, and the corners of her mouth also returned to the usual curvature.

"Xu'er." No image seemed to predict this moment, opened his eyes on time, and looked at Mu Qingxu.

"Master Wuying?" As soon as Mu Qingxu finished her self-reflection, she heard the familiar ethereal voice, and saw her cold master from the side.

(End of this chapter)