Chapter 7 Heroes of the Martial Arts Association, Fang Qingxue
Early the next morning, Yang Wuyue put on a decent black robe. Even in the black robe, there were still dark red patterns on the collar and sleeves, paired with a
A good Hundred Refined Sword, with a cold and domineering character inside.
In front of the Hall of Heroes, dozens of martial arts disciples were already surrounded.
"Prince Yue is here!"
Everyone looked at Yang Wuyue. At this moment, he was the real protagonist of this martial arts competition. This world is full of martial virtues, especially in this martial arts competition.
The Heroes Martial Arts Tournament is not an internal competition within the royal family, but a pinnacle battle for young geniuses across the country. The person wearing a purple robe next to the emperor should be the inner elder of the Yuhuaxian Sect.
"My son has met my father!"
The emperor nodded slightly, neither happy nor sad: "Okay, you are old enough this year. I heard that you have received guidance from an expert? Do you know who that person is?"
"It's just a fluke! That senior didn't leave his name!" Yang Wuyue shied away casually. Naturally, no one would delve into this kind of thing. In such a grand world, there are so many strong people, and no matter what opportunity comes their way,
It's your own ability.
"Well!" The emperor turned to look at the purple-robed Taoist on the side: "Master Huayu, what do you think of my son?"
Master Huayu nodded slightly: "The muscles and bones are strong, the internal organs are vigorous and powerful, the Qi pulse is long, and there is a faint edge. It seems that your cultivation is good. You have reached the peak of the seventh level of internal strength, and you have touched the threshold of divine power.
Once you have developed enough of that power and developed divine power, you can break into the eighth realm of the physical body."
"That's right, you don't need to compete or even test, you can enter the inner gate directly."
Yang Wuyue didn't expect such a good thing, but before he could speak, a woman said: "Although Prince Yue is very powerful, he may not be good at fighting behind closed doors. The power of cultivating immortals is surrounded by thorns, and it does not mean that he has good resources.
, that’s it. It would be difficult for Prince Yue to get admission without taking the exam. What else are these heroic martial arts groups doing here? Couldn’t we just give him the quota? Why bother?"
The emperor was not annoyed and looked at the cold woman thoughtfully: "Are you the eldest lady of the Longyuan Fang family? Your name seems to be Qingxue?"
"Your Majesty, please forgive me, my daughter is young and ignorant!" the parents on the side said quickly.
However, because Fang Qingxue is the reincarnation of the Lightning Mother Heavenly Lord, even though she has not yet awakened her memory, her mind is gradually maturing.
"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter!" the emperor said with a smile: "Master Huayu, how about seeing the other one?"
Master Huayu raised his eyebrows slightly: "Interesting, the Dali Dynasty is really full of outstanding people! This Fang Qingxue has also reached the seventh level of inner strength, but it is a pity that he has not yet touched the threshold of divine power."
"However, the Yuhua Immortal Sect has hundreds of thousands of outer sect disciples, and only a few thousand inner sect disciples, all of whom are elites. Even I only have one recommendation qualification, and can directly recommend you to participate in the inner sect's assessment. Others
People compete for spots in the outer sect.”
The emperor smiled and said: "Then let this group of heroic warriors decide. Yue'er, do you have any objections?"
Yang Wuyue glanced at everyone and said calmly: "No need to bother, all of you can come together!"
For a moment, the whole hall was in an uproar. You must know that hundreds of forbidden troops, leaders of various factions, and civil and military officials gathered here.
"Arrogant!"
"Prince Yue is too underestimated!"
These geniuses are all the pride of heaven. How could they be so despised when they were young and frivolous?
The emperor said with some interest: "You have to think about it, the royal family cannot afford to lose this person!"
Yang Wuyue jumped up and went directly to the competition platform that was dozens of feet long and wide in the middle. "You can move in now. Let me strike first, you have no chance!"
The referee on the side secretly glanced at the emperor, and after receiving the approval, he said: "Whoever defeats His Highness Yue will be recommended to the inner sect. You can join together, and the competition begins!"
"superior!"
"Hit him!"
Everyone suddenly jumped up, and more than a dozen figures went straight towards Yang Wuyue to attack, but Fang Qingxue did not move.
The corner of Yang Wuyue's mouth raised slightly, and the sword at his waist was unsheathed. The Bailian Sword burst out with a dazzling cold light in an instant. In an instant, the shrill light of the sword was like snow falling all over the sky.
"Snow is falling on earth!"
"Wow!" In an instant, dozens of sword qi blasted everyone away.
"Ahhh!" Many people fell to the ground, crying in pain.
Yang Wuyue took the sword and sheathed it, and everything went smoothly. Only two people were left standing in the field, one was him and the other was Fang Qingxue.
"Why don't you take action?" Yang Wuyue asked.
"I just don't want to take advantage!" Fang Qingxue's eyes were a little solemn, but more confident, "I will make you convinced that you lose."
Yang Wuyue smiled: "Okay, you are even crazier than me. Let's make a bet!"
"What kind of bet?" Fang Qingxue looked sideways, but her jade hand was placed on the ancient sword at her waist.
"I like you very much. If you lose, marry me. If I lose, the qualifications of the inner sect will be yours. How about that?" Yang Wuyue said.
A trace of anger flashed through Fang Qingxue's beautiful eyes, "Why should I bet? If I beat you, I will still get the recommendation!"
"Then I'm adding a spiritual weapon!" Yang Wuyue said lightly, "A spiritual weapon can be exchanged for ten cities. It will be of great help to practitioners in the physical realm. This is all right!"
"Qingxue, please promise your highness!" Fang Qingxue had not yet spoken, but her father started to persuade her, "It is our Fang family's honor that your highness likes you!"
Compared with a dynasty, the Fang family, a feudal official, is still a little behind. Fang Qingxue has not yet awakened her memory. No matter how evil she is, she cannot escape the shackles of the current family and dynasty. She wants the recommended quota.
She would have to offend the royal family. If she didn't agree, she might not be able to get a good deal even if she got the quota, and it might even harm her family.
"Okay!" Fang Qingxue agreed, "But I will definitely defeat you!"
"Please!" Yang Wuyue raised his hands grandly.
"Cang!" The long sword was taken out of its scabbard, and the white sword energy was stagnant. The cold light of the sword was threatening, and it came straight to the front of Yang Wuyue. Fang Qingxue was always on guard against his sword, but who knew that Yang Wuyue would never
Without drawing the sword, he flicked it and made her sword tremble.
"Breaking the sword with a snap of a finger?"
Everyone couldn't believe it. Fang Qingxue turned her wrist and struck one sword after another. She had practiced this technique called the Lightning Chase Sword Technique. It moved like lightning and flint, and one sword was faster than the other. But here in Yang Wuyue, it seemed like a joke.
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Seven or eight swords did not touch Yang Wuyue. He only turned his hand to grab it and wrapped the long sword in his palm.
"Dragon Tiger!" Fang Qingxue swung her legs, and a terrifying breath of dragon and tiger tore out and went straight to Yang Wuyue's chest, but it reached three inches in the air in front of him and could no longer get in.
"Tiangang Yuanqi!" Yang Wuyue's energy exploded, and the terrifying Tiangang Yuanqi was like a stormy sea, attacking fiercely, covering the entire area without distinction, and blasting her away with one move.