The two people were probably acquaintances, and they cooperated very well, leading Hu Qing away.
How could Hu Qing be afraid? He stepped cautiously on the safe floor. The two people in front took a few moves and then retreated. Hu Qing sneered and jumped over. Annoyance showed on their faces.
Hu Qing tut, you led me the way you came, didn't you just want me to fall into the formation?
She really wanted to throw a bunch of talismans at her, or launch a volley of ten thousand swords. Unfortunately, that didn't work. This was a martial arts competition, and there was no room for trickery.
She controlled her speed and chased the two of them to the position where they stood when they came on stage. The two of them did not dare to run any further.
"Two senior brothers, are you still running? No -" Hu Qing lowered his head, raised his eyes, smiled sweetly, lifted up his skirt, "I'm about to come."
Two people: "..."
It feels like they have lost!
Xue Sha spat out, clasped it in the palm of his left hand, revealing half of the wavy blade, and the Xue Sha bead spun, excited: seeing blood, seeing blood, seeing blood.
With the blade of his left hand and the palm of his right hand, Hu Qing made a crane posture and attacked the two of them, using the Wind and Thunder Jingyun Palm Technique to turn his moves into the wind.
The two of them looked at each other and rushed towards her, one holding each other's hand.
Attacking from the left and right, the weapon is light and undisturbed, like a butterfly walking through a flower, its body shape is changing, and like a piece of cat grass, making two cats jump up and down.
In the blink of an eye, a hundred moves had passed, and both of them were frightened. Not to mention the physical exertion she had to endure from being fought by two people at the same time, how could she hit harder and faster and become more powerful? Moreover, her palm technique - had obviously been used
Why do they think they can break the same move they have tried several times but fail to break it?
Many people are looking at Hu Qing. The nine Yang Sects are too familiar with each other, familiar with their exercises, familiar with their martial arts, familiar with their moves and routines. Hu Qing -
"What kind of palm technique does she use? It doesn't look like a new creation."
"It's not quite like the roads here."
"She doesn't seem to have mastered it. This palm technique looks very deep."
They all look forward to the dawn.
Yang Tianxiao said: "Her family has inherited it."
Everyone understands, no wonder there is a shadow of spiritual cultivation.
However, don’t those fragile spiritual cultivators look down on their martial arts cultivators? How can you let your own disciples come to the martial arts world to learn martial arts?
Someone asked Yang Tianxiao: "Did your adopted daughter introduce you here?"
Yang Tianxiao reacted inwardly before remembering who the so-called adopted daughter was, and shook his head: "No."
He told the truth, but others didn't quite believe it. They even advised him that after all, it would be a good idea to send someone to take a look.
Yang Tianxiao turned a deaf ear. The bond between people is very wonderful. For example, he and Hu Qing, regardless of the reason for the apocalypse, he found Hu Qing very pleasing to his eyes. He could see through Hu Qing's pretense of being good at a glance, and knew what she was doing.
He liked the little surly boy, and Hu Qing pulled him to make a big flag, which he found interesting.
As for the adopted daughter who didn't even have a title, he had done a lot, settling her in, sending people to take care of her, teaching her how to practice, and he also gave her sermons. However, he meant to take care of her, but he didn't.
She couldn't feel the love for the younger generation. She probably could sense it, so she always felt lonely and helpless, and then inexplicably married far away to a place of spiritual cultivation.
Yes, Yang Tianxiao always felt that his adopted daughter's decision to marry far away was ridiculous. He really didn't see what was good about that pretty face or what was worth liking. But he respected others very much and would marry if he wanted, and he would give her the dowry.
Since then, I have never thought about the mountains and rivers.
At this moment, he couldn't help but think, if Hu Qing wanted to marry far away one day in the future - well, no matter how far away she was, she would still be from Shuangyang Sect, how could he deny her because of this?
Thinking of this, Yang Tianxiao himself laughed. The same situation, the same result, just because of different feelings, his mood was completely opposite, so he was destined to behave completely differently in the future.
Because people are different, their thoughts are different, and their thoughts are different, and their hearts are different. If their hearts are different, the Tao is separated. The Tao is not only the insistence of one's own mind, but also the influence of others. The Tao cannot be accomplished only by oneself without others.
Suddenly, the aura around Yang Tianxiao flowed subtly. Everyone was surprised to see that he had a slight smile on his face, his eyes were slightly closed, and his hands were clasped together. He was actually sitting in a state of understanding.
Envy, jealousy. What did he do?
Everyone knew the seriousness and set up a barrier for him to be protected by the immortals of Shuangyang Sect. They stayed away and asked each other what happened.
Several people who had chatted with Yang Tianxiao before repeated their words, and everyone wondered: "Could it be that he is feeling grateful for family ties?"
"What can you learn from gratitude for family ties?"
"There is no blood relationship, so where does the family affection come from?"
"After all, getting along together——"
"Bah, it doesn't matter what you said."
They were all confused. For a while, even the competition on the ring couldn't attract their attention.
When Yang Tianxiao woke up, all the assistants of the eight families had stepped down. The Sanyang Sect and the Siyang Sect were firmly in the tenth and ninth positions, the Wuyang Sect was the eighth, the Eightyang Sect was the seventh, and the Qiyang Sect was the sixth.
The fifth place in Shuangyang Zongyuan Zuishan.
Now on the stage are Hu Qing, Ran Hui from the Shanyang Sect, He Yingying from the Liuyang Sect, and Tong Tao from the Jiuyang Sect.
Yang Tianxiao's first reaction was that Yuan Zuishan was useless. Originally, Hu Qing and Yuan Zuishan were expected to kill everyone else, and then the two of them would have a one-two showdown. Now, Yuan Zuishan ended the game early and actually let Hu Qing go one-on-three.
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That's right, the current alliance situation on the stage is that there are three single-yang sects, six-yang sects, and nine-yang sects against one double-yang sect.
It shouldn’t be, isn’t his Hu Qing very good at talking?
Hu Qing cried to death in his heart. It was precisely because he was so good at talking that he was regarded as a big enemy by everyone. So when Yuanzuishan stepped down, they all attacked him in unison without even having to form an alliance first. They decided to form a temporary alliance after taking action against him.
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Sure enough, people can never be proud. Once they are proud, they will fall. Alas, excellent people are always targeted.
She was crying in her heart, but her hands were not slow at all, and the bloody killing was danced into afterimages by her.
But it was difficult for the three of them to get along.
Checking the time, Hu Qing jumped out of the battle group, sighed, and wiped his face: "Everyone, we are just competing, there is no need to fight so hard, right?"
He Yingying smiled and said: "Yes, so you should quickly admit defeat and rest. The three of us will continue to work hard."
Hu Qingxu pouted at her: "It's best if I hold Tong Tao and throw her down together to get what you want."
He Yingying was no longer shy now and took a step forward: "Then let me thank you first."
Hu Qing tutted and waved his hands towards the three of them: "Back off, everyone, back off. I'm calling for help."
What?
"White kiss."
A thick white dragon appeared from the sky and flew around above the heads of the four people.
"This is your demon—eh, is it a weapon?"
Bai Qi didn't deliberately hide his aura, and everyone was surprised by its size and soon discovered that he was a weapon.
It's actually a weapon spirit.
This weapon spirit is - oh, the second level breath.
Fortunately, okay, it's not a high-level weapon spirit.
but--
So big, so strong, and so good-looking, how did Hu Qing raise him?
The three of them were stunned for a moment, but their expressions did not change much. After all, they were all senior brothers and sisters, highly valued by the sect, and none of them were favored by the Weapon Spirit Demon.
Ran Hui said: "Hu Qing, there is no need. You are only a second-level weapon spirit in terms of majesty. None of us has such a treasure."
As soon as he thought, a dark lion-headed beast jumped out beside him. The lion on all fours was taller than Ran Hui. The ground shook when it landed.
