The sun is in the west, and the sunshine has turned from bright to hot.
Jin Kaitai stood on the stage, looking down at the audience like a black bear.
There were four people sitting behind her, Mei Ruolan, Li Mufeng, an old man, and a handsome middle-aged man. Xiao Yuan stood behind Mei Ruolan, plump and sweet.
Li Muchan already knew that the old man was Cai Xiuping, the general manager of the foreign government, and the handsome middle-aged man was Zhao Faning, the deacon of the foreign government, one level higher than Li Mufeng.
Li Muchan also knew that his eldest brother Li Mufeng was upright and selfless and had won Mei Ruolan's trust. Although Zhao Faning was a deacon, he was very polite to his eldest brother.
Jin Kaitai looked down at the people in the audience, his eyes were shining brightly, and he shouted in a deep voice: "Continue Xiaobi, we will start from Tianshu Academy in the afternoon! ...Zhao Yuzhen, is there anyone who challenges him?"
"Yes!" A crisp and hoarse voice sounded.
As soon as her voice fell, Gong Qingyun slowly fell down on the stage and said coldly: "I'll challenge you!"
Yu Chiming hurriedly said: "Elder brother, teach this little girl a lesson!"
Zhao Yuzhen looked at Gong Qingyun, who was fluttering in white clothes, shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Don't make a fool of yourself, you don't know who is lecturing whom!"
"Senior Brother, you can do it!" Yu Chiming chuckled.
Cheng Xiaofeng also stared at Gong Qingyun on the stage, shook his head, frowned and said: "Elder brother, Gong Qingyun's martial arts has greatly improved, be careful!"
He Nanshan sighed and shook his head, obviously not optimistic about his senior brother.
Li Muchan squinted his eyes and looked at it, but said nothing.
The rules in the morning were to draw lots to catch the pairs and fight. Each person took three rounds. Those who won two rounds could participate in the afternoon competition. In the afternoon, it was a challenge system.
If a person comes out and no one dares to challenge, he will get one point. If someone comes up to challenge, the winner will get one point and the loser will deduct one point. After one game, there will be a break and the next person will take his turn.
If the challenge continues like this, after three rounds of challenges, the ten people with the highest scores will compete for the ranking.
Zhao Yuzhen jumped up and made a zigzag in the air. He was as graceful as a dragon and landed lightly. The combination of concentration and elegance was extremely clever.
Li Muchan was amazed when he saw it. His senior brother's Qing Gong was so powerful that he could not match it.
Zhao Yuzhen cupped her fists and said in a deep voice: "Junior Sister Gong, please——!"
Gong Qingyun cupped her fists, slowly pulled out the Yaoguang Sword, and solemnly said: "Senior Brother Zhao, please give me some advice!"
After saying that, a clear light lit up, pouring down like a waterfall.
Zhao Yuzhen drew his sword and struck out, waving a sword curtain to meet him, "ding, ding, ding, ding..." a series of dense sounds of gold and iron.
Zhao Yuzhen's moves are deep and heavy, and his sword is as sharp as a sword. It looks very slow.
Gong Qingyun's sword technique is light and bright, a clear light shines down, the sword light is clear, like flowing water, it is everywhere, and it can get through any cracks it sees.
Zhao Yuzhen blocked the erosion of Qingguang and was in a stalemate for a while.
"Elder brother can't stop it anymore!" Cheng Xiaofeng shook his head with a solemn expression.
Yu Chiming smashed his fist into his palm and said bitterly: "This little girl is so disgusting!"
He Nanshan stared intently at the stage, his eyes were bright and his energy was faint, it was obvious that his inner strength had entered the room.
Li Muchan also watched carefully, especially Gong Qingyun. The last time he won, he struck preemptively and Yaoguang Sword Technique was too late to be used.
In the drawing competition in the morning, Gong Qingyun didn't try her best and couldn't tell the difference. This time, the senior brother forced her to show her true ability. The sword was as bright as water, everywhere, and impossible to guard against.
Li Muchan frowned slightly and looked solemn as he fought with Gong Qingyun. If he didn't want to injure his arm meridians and was not fast enough, the outcome would be unpredictable!
One of them attacked and the other defended. Zhao Yuzhen's long sword was thick and thick, and the defense was airtight. Gong Qingyun's sword light was like water, finding gaps and advancing continuously.
Li Muchan shook his head. If you defend for a long time, you will lose. Senior brother must know this truth, but Gong Qingyun's sword power was endless, and he was unable to fight back.
After about a stick of incense, the light of Zhao Yuzhen's sword suddenly stagnated, he let out a muffled groan, and retreated quickly.
He stepped back two feet, stood with his sword in hand, and breathed hard. His jade-like face was as red as a jujube, and white steam was steaming from the top of his head.
He used clumsiness to overcome cleverness, and each sword required a huge amount of internal strength. Over time, the internal strength was exhausted, and flaws appeared in his swordsmanship.
Li Muchan reacted very quickly. Before Jin Kaitai and the others, he stepped onto the stage, supported Zhao Yuzhen, and felt a gurgling inner force, and then looked at his shoulders.
With a few quick taps of his left hand, he sealed several acupuncture points on Zhao Yuzhen's shoulder and said, "Senior Brother, is it okay?"
Zhao Yuzhen's chest rose and fell violently, his breathing was heavy and it was difficult to speak. He just shook his head and showed a wry smile.
Jin Kaitai walked over, took a look, and said in a deep voice: "Yuzhen, are you seriously injured?"
Zhao Yuzhen shook his head, turned to Gong Qingyun, nodded slowly and said, "Thank you, Junior Sister Gong, for showing mercy."
The voice was rough and difficult, hoarse as if it had been burnt by fire.
Gong Qingyun nodded lightly, her eyes bright and sharp as a sword, piercing Li Muchan.
Li Muchan's eyes were clear and calm, and he came forward gently. Their eyes were like two swords, clashing in the air, and the people in the audience suddenly fell silent.
The three of He Nanshan looked anxiously at the stage, but did not move. Raising troops and mobilizing a large crowd would make the senior brother's face look bad. It was enough to have five junior brothers on stage.
Li Muchan helped him down, and several people immediately gathered around to check his injuries.
Zhao Yuzhen felt a gurgling heat flow from his wrists to his whole body, as warm as if he were immersed in a hot spring. After a while, his strength had returned, and he was secretly surprised that the inner strength of the fifth junior brother was so pure!
He waved his hand, indicating that everyone should not make a fuss, and said: "Junior Sister Gong, please be merciful, otherwise, this arm will be useless!"
Yu Chiming glanced at Gong Qingyun, who was fluttering in white clothes on the stage, and said with a smile: "This little girl has a bad temper, but she has a good heart."
Cheng Xiaofeng took out a small porcelain bottle, sprinkled some powder on Zhao Yuzhen's wound, frowned and asked: "Senior brother, can the fifth junior brother defeat her?"
After the powder was scattered, Zhao Yuzhen twitched and looked at Li Muchan with a nonchalant expression.
He lowered his head and pondered for a moment, then slowly said: "...just count to five or five."
Li Muchan's internal energy was like a trickling spring, constantly flowing into Zhao Yuzhen's body. He smiled casually and said: "It's just your best effort, it doesn't matter whether you win or lose!"
He Nanshan put his hands on his hands and smiled and said: "Fifth Junior Brother is still more powerful! ... Yes, your practice time is short, winning or losing is irrelevant, as long as you show your majesty!"
Li Muchan smiled and didn't say much, but he thought in his mind that the victory or defeat this time would determine whether he could practice the indestructible power of the Vajra, which was very important.
But he was worried that his efforts would be futile and would disturb his state of mind. He had deep concentration and could control his thoughts freely. When he felt something was wrong, he directly gave up the idea of winning or losing and concentrated on martial arts.
Zhao Yuzhen pushed his hand away: "Fifth Junior Brother, it doesn't matter to me, please adjust your breathing quickly."
Li Muchan nodded, sat cross-legged, closed his eyes and calmed his breath, formed a seal with his hands and began to adjust his breath, in order to meet Gong Qingyun's challenge at his peak state.
After Zhao Yuzhen, He Nanshan, then Cheng Xiaofeng, and finally Yu Chiming, all three won.
"Zhanran!" Jin Kaitai shouted.
Li Muchan opened his eyes, his eyes flashed and he quickly gathered his energy. He put his left hand on the ground and swept it more than ten feet away. He stood firmly on the stage and saluted the five of them, Jin Kaitai and Mei Ruolan.
"Is there anyone who can challenge me?" Jin Kaitai shouted in a deep voice.
"Yes!" A clear and hoarse voice sounded, and everyone knew it was Gong Qingyun as soon as they heard it.
Gong Qingyun turned into a white cloud, slowly climbed up and landed two feet in front of Li Muchan, and said proudly: "I challenge Junior Brother Zhanran!"
The two stood opposite each other, two feet apart. One was in white clothes, and the other was in gray monk robes. Everyone's eyes were attracted to them.
"Okay! Okay!" Jin Kaitai laughed loudly and waved his hand vigorously: "Then let's start!"
Everyone in the audience took a deep breath, their eyes widened and sparkled with excitement.
Mei Ruolan and the others also straightened up and cheered up. Everyone in the Mei family knew about the dispute between Gong Qingyun and Zhan Ran, especially Li Mufeng, who clenched his fists and looked nervous.
Li Muchan joined the tithe and said with a gentle smile: "Senior Sister Gong, I must learn the Yaoguang Sword Technique this time!"
Judging from his expression, there was no sign of tension, but rather like an old friend reunited.
"I'll help you!" Gong Qingyun pursed her lips tightly and smiled coldly.
She was dressed in a white shirt, her body was spotless, her delicate facial features were charming, but her face was cold and her eyes were sharp, revealing her stubbornness and arrogance, which made her even more pitiable.
Li Muchan pressed the hilt of the sword and said with a smile: "Senior Sister Gong, please——!"
"Zheng..." With a clear chant, a clear light poured down towards his head, like watering flowers.
Li Muchan pointed his toes and drew his sword at the same time. His body was like an arrow leaving the string. More than a dozen sword shadows flashed in the air, connected head to tail like a dragon. The tip of the sword had reached Gong Qingyun's chest.
"Ding ding ding ding..." In a series of crisp chimes, the Yaoguang Sword turned into raindrops and hit Qingfeng's sword body ten times in an instant.
Following the force of the sword's repulsion, she took advantage of the situation and swung a step to avoid the Qingfeng Sword. At the same time, the Yaoguang Sword shed another clear light towards Li Muchan.
Li Muchan ignored her, then with a tap of his toe, his sword turned into a rainbow and shot towards her chest.
"Ding ding ding ding..." There was another string of clear sounds, and the Yao Light Sword was like raindrops. Gong Qingyun took advantage of the situation and swung away, her dark eyebrows were furrowed, and her face was covered with frost.
One of the two chased, the other hid, their bodies moved and changed, retreating like gods, one's sword light filled the air like a waterfall, endless, and the other's sword light was like lightning, like a cone, moving forward indomitably.
They were stunned, ecstatic and unable to extricate themselves.
The two of them moved faster and faster, and eventually, no one was seen, but a white shadow and a gray shadow were seen floating, and the shadows slowly filled the stage, like two tornadoes entangled together.
At this time, everyone's eyes were blank and they could not see the person clearly. They could only catch a blurry shadow.
Li Mufeng was restless and watched for a while. Finally, he couldn't help but feel anxious. He covered his mouth and coughed lightly, saying: "Miss, who among them can win?"
Mei Ruolan frowned slightly, her bright eyes becoming more and more blurred, and she shook her head while looking at the field: "It's too early to tell the outcome. There is only a slight difference in martial arts between the two. Let's see who can seize the opportunity."
Li Mufeng sighed, sat down again, clenched his fists tighter, and dug his nails into his flesh without noticing.
The eyes of the people next to them were fixed for a moment, and they were holding their breath. Most people in the audience could not see clearly the movements of the two people, but they could see clearly.
"Hmm..." With a muffled groan, the shadows in the sky suddenly dispersed, revealing the two people standing still.
The change from extreme movement to extreme stillness was so sudden and strange that people couldn't react for a while.
The two stood facing each other, the Yaoguang sword penetrated Li Muchan's chest, Gong Qingyun held the sword motionless, staring at him with a strange expression.
Li Muchan looked at her calmly, his sword pressed against her plump breasts, stopping an inch away.
"San'er!" Li Mufeng shouted, and the blood on his face instantly faded, turning as white as paper.