"Why do you need to explain to others when you act in your life?

This sentence is domineering."

Ning Qingxue muttered what Ling Qingchen said gently, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

This ignorant disciple has poor qualifications and is very good at heart.

In the future, I can't say that I can really reach the top of the great way.

"The sect competition will continue today.

Please go to the lottery office to draw lots.”

A proud and upright figure stood with a flying sword and his hands behind his back.

Standing on a high place, he announced with a calm expression.

The speaker is Ye Xingjian, the head of Qingyun Sect now.

"Everything is going to draw lots!"

Ning Qingxue waved her hand and said.

"Um."

Ling Qingchen and Luo Feng nodded one after another.

Then they went to their respective lotteries to draw lots.

"Have you heard of it?"

What the waste from Qingchen Peak today is Mo Yu, the Broken Wave Fist."

"Is it the rumored Supreme Elder's personal disciple Mo Yu who can break the wave with one punch?"

"Yes, it's him. It seems that the waste of Qingchen Peak today is probably in danger.

Senior Brother Mo’s Duanlang Fist is not something that has been named after him.”

Ling Qingchen: "..."

What's wrong with this luck?

How do you draw opponents, one is more famous than the other?

Yesterday, the Jedi Gun God, today's Broken Wave Fist?

Why no one blew me?

Isn’t my 100-step flying sword yesterday handsome?

It seems that I have to do publicity for myself.

After getting his number, Ling Qingchen, led by the staff, came to a ring.

A man with a buzz cut was already standing on the ring.

The expression on his face was very lazy.

It was as if nothing in this world could attract his attention.

He has strong muscles and wears a pair of boxing gloves on his hands.

It feels like a boxing champion.

"Qingyun Sword God Qingchen."

Ling Qingchen appeared in white clothes and swung his long sword in his hand lightly.

The expression on his face was full of indifference.

A pure and elegant temperament revealed itself from his body.

In a pair of eyes as vast as the starry sky, the sword light surged, as if it contained infinite sword intent, extremely sharp.

It has a touch of the charm of a contemporary sword immortal.

Coupled with Ling Qingchen's handsome and perfect face, it caused many female disciples to scream repeatedly.

Ning Qingxue: “…”

Is this ignorant disciple really able to pretend?

Yesterday, I was timid and asked myself if I could withdraw from the competition.

Today, Qingyun Sword God is up?

"I'd like to ask this player to introduce the peak he came from.

Don't say anything false or exaggerated.

Ning Qingxue glanced at the many female disciples whose eyes were shining in the audience.

A hint of chill appeared in his eyes, and he looked at Ling Qingchen coldly and said.

This rebellious disciple attracted the attention of so many female disciples, which is really hateful!

Just love to show off?

Ling Qingchen: "..."

"Qingchen Peak, Qingyun Sword God Ling Qingchen."

Ling Qingchen pondered.

Ning Qingxue: “…”

Can you ask for some face?

Return to the Qingyun Sword God?

I don’t dare to call myself the Qingyun Sword God, have you called myself?

Mo Yu: “…”

This junior brother is particularly good at pretending?

"Taishang Peak, Mo Yu."

Mo Yu introduced in a plain tone.

"The competition begins."

With Ning Qingxue's order.

Mo Yu's expression also began to become solemn.

Although Ling Qingchen still looked calm on the surface.

But from Ling Qingchen, he felt a trace of unusual aura.

That is the aura that does not belong to this level of monks, and should have.

"Breaking the sky with one hand and dancing with one sword.

Dugu Nine Swords.”

Ling Qingchen spoke softly.

The sound of swords echoed around Ling Qingchen's body.

As Ling Qingchen finished speaking, nine phantoms of sword techniques appeared in the air.

“Unite.”

Ling Qingchen tapped his fingers, and the nine sword shadows in the air immediately condensed and turned into a sharp long sword.

"Swish."

A sound of breaking through the air sounded.

The long sword suddenly turned into a dragon and rushed towards Mo Yu.

"Broken Wave Fist."

Mo Yu growled low.

Mo Yu swung the shadows of the fist.

Each fist shadow has the ability to break the waves and split the mountain.

Full of strength and extraordinary momentum.

There is a sense of shocking feeling of falling rocks.

The moment when the fist shadow touched Ling Qingchen's long sword.

A trace of shock suddenly flashed in Mo Yu's eyes.

"Sword Intent? Have you actually understood the sword Intent?"

No matter how powerful the power contained in the boxing shadow is.

Facing the invincible sword intent.
To be continued...