As Xie Qiuhe let out a soft cry, the uncut Tie Qing in her right hand stabbed straight towards Zhou Ruoxi in front of her. The force reached the tip of the sword, and the speed was extremely fast. In the blink of an eye, the tip of the sword had already arrived in front of her.
Zhou Ruoxi was seen with a calm expression and a steady posture. She held the sword in her right hand and raised it in front of her chest. As she stepped back with her right foot, she turned to the left and the iron sword blade stabbed by Xie Qiuhe passed by her blade.
, and even a few sparks came out.
when!
A sword cry sounded, and Zhou Ruoxi's right hand used inner energy to reach the sword. With a shake of her right hand, Xie Qiuhe's sword immediately bounced away, causing her to stagger. Her right hand trembled violently, and the tiger's mouth hurt. She clearly felt Zhou Ruoxi's sword.
The shaking was so strong that her right hand almost broke free and the sword fell.
However, Xie Qiuhe's trembling right hand still held the hilt of the sword tightly, and Zhou Ruoxi also took two steps back slightly and did not take the opportunity to attack her immediately, so Xie Qiuhe readjusted her breathing, because she knew that she was not as strong as Zhou Ruoxi.
But she didn't want to admit defeat, thinking that she hoped to learn something from her opponent through competition...
Zhou Ruoxi is not overbearing. One move determines victory or defeat. She also aims to compete, so she and Xie Qiuhe are on the ring, holding long swords and dancing. Their movements are as beautiful as flowing clouds and flowing water, as if they are like the nine-mysterious fairies in the sky dancing swords.
The leaders and sect leaders of various sects under the stage, Master Huikong, Elder Zhang Qing and others couldn't help but nod their heads and praised Master Yunbai for saying that the Emei sect had really produced a talented disciple in martial arts...
"As expected of my goddess, she is so immortal..."
Li Zihang, who was standing next to Xu Lingwei, looked at Zhou Ruoxi, who was wearing a long white dress on the ring. It was flowing and moving with her sword dancing movements, making him shout excitedly for her.
This made Wan Yunting, who was standing nearby, turn to glance at him. Looking at Xu Lingwei's indifferent expression, he sneered and said, "Aren't you afraid that your senior sister will beat you if you praise others like this?"
Li Zihang's expression was startled, and he turned to look at Xu Lingwei next to him, waved his hands and said with a smile: "Senior Sister Zhishan and Senior Sister Zhou are not comparable. In terms of martial arts, she is not as good as her. In terms of beauty, well, although Senior Sister Zhishan is also very beautiful, but she is usually
I am obsessed with martial arts and have never dressed up, so I am not good enough."
"Hey, you dare to say this, cow."
Wan Yunting immediately gave him a thumbs up, while Xu Lingwei's expression was calm. She didn't care about Li Zihang's words at all, and said calmly: "It won't take a year for me to break through the early stage of martial arts alchemy, and I will only be 28 by then."
age!"
"If you are ambitious, I like you."
Wan Yunting looked at her, who looked plain on the outside but was very stubborn and unwilling to admit defeat, and couldn't help but give her a thumbs up.
Turning around to look at the other side, Zeng Yongchang, Qi Wu and other Wuliang Taoist disciples, as well as the young disciples from various sects, were all staring intently at Zhou Ruoxi dancing gracefully on the ring, almost crying.
It is conceivable that Zhou Ruoxi is indeed a goddess-level existence in everyone's mind. Even Wan Yunting can't help but hug his arms and look at him with admiration.
After about ten minutes, the two women on the ring fought about sixty moves. Finally, Xie Qiuhe stopped, held his sword and cupped his fists and said to Zhou Ruoxi: "I lost."
Zhou Ruoxi also returned the gift and said with a smile: "I accept."
"good……"
Immediately, the audience burst into applause, praising Zhou Ruoxi for his superb swordsmanship, which no one could match.
Then Sima Wentang went up to the ring and said: "Everyone, noon has arrived. The competition is temporary. After everyone has lunch and another lunch break, we will continue to compete here at three o'clock in the afternoon."
So Sima Boyong stood up and said with a smile to the heads and heads of the various sects, Master Huikong, Master Yunbai and Elder Zhang Qing who stood up one after another: "Then let's go to the dining hall to have lunch first.
"
"good…"
The heads of the various sects nodded, and then they also called the disciples under their respective sects to leave, and followed Sima Boyong and Wuweizi personally to lead them towards the dining hall.
"Junior Brother Boyong, Junior Brother Wude, you go to have a meal first. I will go back to see your senior brothers."
Yang Jingyi stopped Sima Boyong and Chang Wude and said softly.
"Okay, Sister-in-law, after I finish eating, I will go over to see Senior Brother."
Sima Boyong nodded and smiled.
Yang Jingyi nodded expressionlessly, and then asked her daughter Duan Yingying to leave the group. As a result, she and Wan Yunting almost collided. Duan Yingying's eyes widened with anger and she shouted angrily: "Good dogs don't block the road, get out of the way."
Wan Yunting raised his eyebrows. Faced with the unruly and willful host, the rich daughter, who cursed every time she spoke, he wanted to get angry and teach this girl a lesson, but her mother, Yang Jingyi, was here, so she naturally didn't dare.
"Yingying, don't be rude."
Yang Jingyi straightened her expression, scolded her daughter, and then said expressionlessly to Wan Yunting and Kang Nolan, as well as Xu Lingwei and Li Zihang who were following them: "You go to eat quickly, Yingying, let's go."
"Hmph, just wait for me."
Duan Yingying glared at Wan Yunting fiercely, snorted coldly, and then took Yang Jingyi's left hand and left.
Wan Yunting didn't care about this girl's threat, and immediately asked Li Zihang: "Why does your master have such a unruly and willful daughter?"
"Oh, my master has a daughter from old age. My master and his wife spoil her, and my brothers and sisters also take care of her. So over time, she has developed such a unruly and willful character."
Li Zihang said, frowning and said: "You don't know, I was brought back to the master by my master when I was a child. I don't know how miserable she was. So, Junior Brother Wan, just ask for your blessings."
"whispering sound."
Wan Yunting crossed his arms and followed the large team to the dining hall for lunch. He smiled and said: "She is a little girl, what can she do to me."
"She is my master's daughter, how dare you hit her?"
Li Zihang rolled his eyes at her, Wan Yunting looked disdainful and said with a smile: "If she really dares to mess with me, I will teach her a lesson. A unruly and willful girl like her should be punished."
Duan Yingying, this girl, reminded him of his second brother's sister-in-law Wang Mengyao, who was also spoiled by her family. After what happened to Wang Mengyao, now she is honest and obedient when he sees Wan Yunting.
of.
At this time, the chef in the dining hall has been busy all morning and has already made lunch. Although it is not as sumptuous as the banquet last night, it is still better than what the Taoist disciples eat on weekdays. This is all arranged by Sima Boyong.
Guests from various sects must be taken care of.
This time Wan Yunting and Kang Nolan followed Chang Wude over for dinner, and no one dared to stop them, because the young Taoist disciples had seen Wan Yunting's strength in the ring just now, so now those young disciples don't dare
Take the initiative to provoke him.
Wan Yunting, Kang Nolan, Chang Wude, Li Zihang and Xu Lingwei sat at the same table. They didn't care about the others and just came up with chopsticks to eat.
Sima Boyong and Sima Wentang and his son were naturally busy entertaining the heads and heads of various sects, so they didn't pay attention to Wan Yunting and the others at all.
After having lunch, the three of them went directly back to their residence to rest. Chang Wude said: "Boy, I won't go to the competition in the afternoon. I want to take advantage of Sima Boyong's absence to see my senior brother."
Wan Yunting nodded, knowing that he was most worried about Duan Wuyu, the master of the temple.
At three o'clock in the afternoon, the heads and heads of various sects, Master Huikong and Master Yunbai, and the elder Zhang Qing of the Kunlun Sect, each led their disciples to the small square on the cliff behind the Taoist temple again.
Sima Boyong and Wuweizi also brought disciples from Wuliang Taoist Temple to the scene, but Chang Wude and his two disciples Wan Yunting and Kang Nolan were not seen present.
This made Sima Boyong narrow his eyes and whispered to Sima Wentang: "Ask someone to go and see the Guanzhu's residence!"
"clear."
Sima Wentang nodded, took out his mobile phone to send a message, and then he also received a message. Sima Wentang raised his eyebrows when he saw it. He came back and whispered to Sima Boyong: "Dad, Chang Wude went to find the temple master.
!”
Suddenly Sima Boyong narrowed his eyes and flashed a sharp light...
Chang Wude walked over to the courtyard gate of the temple master's residence alone. He saw two young Taoist disciples guarding on both sides of the courtyard gate. When they saw Chang Wude coming, they immediately went up to stop him: "Uncle Chang, master temple master
I'm ill and it's not suitable to see guests. You'd better come back."
"presumptuous."
Chang Wude's face sank, his eyes widened, and he shouted angrily at the two juniors: "I'm here to see senior brother, and you dare to stop me. Who gave you such courage? Is it Sima Boyong?"
This sound from Sima Boyong and Chang Wude was loud enough that Yang Jingyi in the yard heard it, and her brows instantly furrowed!
The two young disciples were also frightened by Chang Wude's stern voice, but their attitude remained firm and said: "Master Guanzhu is currently cultivating. You can't go in and disturb his rest. Uncle Chang, please come back."
"Go away..."
Chang Wude knew that these two boys were Sima Boyong's people, so he broke in directly.
"Uncle Chang, you can't go in..."
The two boys quickly blocked the way. Chang Wude was annoyed and kicked one disciple to the ground. With a slap of his right hand, he slapped another disciple and flew him away. He coldly snorted: "You don't even have eyesight.
I dare to stop you, huh."
Just when Chang Wude was about to arrive at the gate of the courtyard, Yang Jingyi suddenly opened the door. With an expressionless face, she glanced at Chang Wude calmly, and then looked coldly at the two disciples who had climbed up. They were facing each other.
Yang Jingyi's cold gaze immediately frightened them into lowering their heads and becoming silent.
Yang Jingyi didn't say much, and said expressionlessly to Chang Wude: "Junior brother Wude, come in."