Li Wanqing walked onto the martial arts stage, plump and tall, but not without any symmetry. Even though she was wearing a spacious blue long skirt, she still couldn't hide her tall breasts and graceful waist. She wore a dark green jade bracelet on her left wrist, which made her skin look moist.

Although his facial features are not as delicate and beautiful as Tuoba Xi, they are also quite beautiful. Long Qingyun couldn't help but be stunned. Although Li Wanqing and Tuoba Xi stood together, they were alone and stood opposite each other, and had a unique charm. Below the raised eyebrows, there was a pair of clear eyes staring at Long Qingyun.

His eyes were calm and composed. According to rumors, Li Wanqing was the most skilled martial arts among the newly-entered female disciples. Moreover, his father Li Yunzong was the leader of the "Yexi Gang" in Lin'an City. Li Yunzong was born in Green Forest and later went to Lin'an to establish the Yexi Gang. This person is righteous, generous and generous, and often helps the people. He is quite famous in the Lin'an area.

There are many male disciples in the Songyang Sword Mansion who love Li Wanqing quite much, but they are afraid of the power of his father Li Yunzong and dare not step beyond the line.

Li Wanqing made a starting move of "Lingxi Furong Sword", which was clean and neat, sharp and yet demeanor. The audience applauded thunderously, and it seemed that there were many fans.

Long Qingyun made a gesture and asked Li Wanqing to pause. He walked awkwardly towards the corner of the martial arts stage where Niu Ben was. Niu Ben smiled and handed the long sword in his hand to Long Qingyun. Every morning in the hills, Long Qingyun used Niu Ben's sword, on the condition that he guided Niu Ben's "Songyang Nine Styles" boxing technique in exchange.

Long Qingyun walked back to the middle of the martial arts stage with his sword in his arms. The crowd in the audience burst into laughter, and Tuoba Xi frowned: "Didn't this guy say last time that he would represent Songyang Sword Mansion to participate in the West Lake Sword Contest? Isn't it too much to play with a sword? If you win the first place, it's okay for me to give you a sword."

Luo Hao, the narrator, smiled slightly and said, "Miss, this is called "The real person does not show his appearance, but the real person does not show his appearance." Even so, Tuoba Xi couldn't help but worry. Li Wanqing's sword technique was so amazing. Leng Zhuqing organized a new disciple competition, and lost to Li Wanqing by half a move.

I heard a chubby blue-robed disciple next to me say, "This Long Qingyun is a country boy from Tonglu. Besides, Teacher Bai teaches palm techniques, but he doesn't even have a sword, so he is obviously not a match for Junior Sister Li Wanqing." The person who spoke was firm, and it seemed that he was another supporter of Li Wanqing.

Long Qingyun stared at the sword in his hand with his eyes. The sword was three feet long and three inches wide. The sword was engraved with two Yan Kaishou "Niu Ben" on the hilt. The font is dignified. The hilt of the sword is pitch black, but the sword body is transparent and white, with a faint chill.

Long Qingyun's lips raised slightly, curling a beautiful curve, and a firm face full of confidence and indifference. He started and said, "Please, junior sister."

Li Wanqing glanced at Long Qingyun. She didn't have much affection for this confident face. She heard her father Li Yunzong say since she was a child that too many men "have gold and jade but have a lot of furious feathers".

"Today I defeated this man and asked Tuoba Xi to see how unbearable the man she was worried about was." Li Wanqing stabbed a sword quickly with a thought.

Long Qingyun twisted his sword in his hand, and the "Bibo Liuyun Sword" was in his mind as he wanted. He fought against the moves whenever Li Wanqing changed his moves, and he naturally greeted him. At the beginning, he felt delayed. After the two fought for more than ten rounds.

Long Qingyun swung more smoothly, moving and leaping like a dragon. Li Wanqing's steps were graceful and his offensive was faster and more sharp. He saw the two of them flying silver swords, and the blue clothes and blue skirts were mixed together. Others could only hear the sound of fighting, but they could no longer see the moves. The speed was extremely fast, which was amazing!

Leng Zhuqing could see that Long Qingyun did not do his best and said to Mo Tianyu: "Senior Brother Mo, you have accepted another good disciple." Then he turned his eyes to Bai Yunqi and said: "This Long Qingyun's understanding of swordsmanship is probably greater than that of palm techniques. Do you think so? Senior Brother Bai."

How could Motianyu and Bai Yunqi have such cultivation? How could there be a truth that they could not see? The two of them smiled and felt that they had accepted a good disciple, and they were filled with relief.

Li Wanqing couldn't attack for a long time, and was very anxious. A flaw appeared under her left armpit. Long Qingyun raised his sword eyebrows and waved his sword out, hitting Li Wanqing's left armpit. Li Wanqing blocked his sword in panic.

With a "clang" sound, the two swords intersected, and Li Wanqing's mouth numb. The sword fell out of his hand, and with a "clang" sound, it fell to the ground, with a crisp and loud sound.

The applause in the crowd was sparse, with only scattered applause. It was basically the applause of female disciples, among which Tuoba Xi's applause was the most intense, accompanied by cheering cheers. Wen Lingsu next to him opened his eyes wide and whispered: "A Xi, whisper, look at Wanqing's face."

Li Wanqing on the martial arts stage stood on the spot, with a confused and disbelief on her face, and said in a stuttering voice: "I actually lost."

This is indeed the case. Li Wanqing took back her lonely mind and bowed to Long Qingyun and said, "I lost."

Long Qingyun looked calm and did not feel ecstatic because he won. He replied modestly: "Being skillful and lucky. If the junior sister hadn't been eager to win and had messed up the rules, I wouldn't find any flaws. Who would win or lose? I wouldn't be sure."

Looking at the polite and honest and open-minded Long Qingyun in front of him, Li Wanqing suddenly felt that this young man was not "golden and jade, but a broken catkin". She couldn't help but take a look. The handsome face made a rippling look in the girl's heart.

"Qingyun, Qingyun" Hearing the loud screams of Niu Ben, Wang Gao and Liu Wenlong in the crowd, Long Qingyun turned around, smiled at them, and then walked off the martial arts stage.

The rising sun is in the sky, and the sun shines into millions of golden pieces, sprinkling on the earth.

Amidst the applause, the third place in the freshman qualifying competition was finally decided.

Now the championship competition is finally ushered in, Luo Ziqian vs. Long Qingyun. Whoever wins is the first place and will represent Songyang Sword Mansion to participate in the "West Lake Sword Contest" on March 9.

Cen Ruohan said loudly: "Now the championship and runner-up competition begins. Luo Ziqian plays Long Qingyun, regardless of the fist and sword, just click until the end."

Luo Ziqian smiled at the corner of his mouth, as if he was sure of victory. Long Qingyun was out of the world, and there seemed to be nothing to care about.

The two put their swords at the corner of the martial arts stage and walked to the center of the martial arts stage with bare hands.

The two of them started to move and started to move directly. Luo Ziqian's moves were powerful, but they were not unstoppable, as heavy as thunder and as light as flying. A set of "Pi Li Divine Fist" was freely swung and was airtight.

Qin Kuobai on the wooden chair also nodded slightly: "The son can teach you."

Tuoba Xi frowned in the audience, and couldn't help but worry about Long Qingyun.

Long Qing raised his sword eyebrows, his face calmly, and he swung his fist out, and his fist was stretched out, as fast as the wind. "Heaven, Earth, Wind, Thunder, Water, Fire, Mountain, and Ze" crossed and wandered, and his palm wind was fierce.

The two of them fists and fought each other for thirty rounds, but it was difficult to distinguish between Xuan and the match.

Luo Ziqian used a move to "sweep thousands of troops" like a bamboo shoot, Long Qingyun returned with a move to "wind of heaven and earth" and thundered. Luo Ziqian used his "aura to swallow mountains and rivers" and swung his fist like a rock, Long Qingyun returned with a "volcanic siege" and came out like a mountain. The two fought for fifty rounds, but they could not find each other's flaws. It seemed that it would be difficult to distinguish between the winner and lose.

The new disciples in the audience all secretly applauded and admired them. Even the old student couldn't help but look at the two of them with envious eyes, thinking that although he was a senior brother, his skills were not as mellow and skillful as he was.

At this time, the test was not only about martial arts, but more about endurance and toughness. Luo Ziqian couldn't help but be surprised. He had found someone to investigate. This kid was from Tonglu Township and did not have any powerful masters. He was the favorite student of Gu Jianqiu, a master of swordsmanship in the Nanyong Kingdom. Now he has joined the Songyang Sword Mansion to learn the "Pi Li Divine Fist".

I heard from my master Gu Jianqiu that Qin Kuobai's pair of "Pili Divine Fist" and Bai Yunqi's "Songyang Nine Styles", it is only better than that. The Pili Divine Fist is strong and powerful. If you learn the essence of the divine, and combine it with the "Thirteen Styles of Chasing Wind", it will be hard and soft, and your strength will be accumulated and more powerful. Your swordsmanship and boxing skills will be improved to the next level. Therefore, Gu Jianqiu suggested that Luo Ziqian go to Songyang Sword Mansion to become a disciple of Qin Kuobai, rather than Bai Yunqi.

When I saw this kid's performance just now, it seemed that Bai Yunqi was not worse than Qin Kuobai. He said that famous teachers produced high disciples.

In fact, the level of martial arts cultivation is one thing, and what is more important is the understanding of the disciple and the growth and improvement of the continuous fighting and training.

Qin Kuobai and Bai Yunqi's martial arts are also between the same martial arts. Gu Jianqiu suggested that Luo Ziqian learn Qin Kuobai's "Pi Li Divine Fist", because the "Pi Li Divine Fist" is more powerful and domineering than the "Nine Styles of Songshan", and can complement the rigidity and flexibility of the "Thirteen Styles of Chasing Wind", making Luo Ziqian's cultivation level a higher level.

Long Qingyun also knew in his heart that after entering the Songyang Sword Mansion, his martial arts cultivation exceeded and was ahead of Niu Ben, and he could compete with Luo Ziqian for this championship.

Of course, there are reasons for my hard work over the years of hard work, but more importantly, Long Xiaotian's more than 30 years of life experience and accumulation have made his martial arts cultivation suddenly become clear and he has reached a clear state. Both are indispensable. Resilience, diligence is the foundation, experience and accumulation are improvement.

At this time, the blue sky was as clear as the scorching sun hangs in the sky, and the sunlight that penetrated the sky was like golden threads, sewing the clouds into an extremely graceful picture.

Long Qingyun and Luo Ziqian fought for more than 90 rounds with their mellow and skillful boxing skills and firm resolute toughness, but they were still difficult to distinguish between the two.

At this moment, on the high platform of the martial arts field, Mo Tianyu, who was sitting upright in the middle, stood up, and Ang Zang's tall figure rose into the air, rushing straight down like a big roc spreading its wings.

In an instant, a powerful and powerful thunder thunder approached Long Qingyun and Luo Ziqian. They were all in a "bang", and the two of them were standing on both sides of the thunder, and both of them took three steps back.

There were horrors in the crowd and they were leaving.

Mo Tianyu stood upright among the two, with a fluttering robe and majestic momentum.

"It's exactly one hundred moves, you'll tie. Now you can compete in a sword!" Mo Tianyu said with a smile.
Chapter completed!