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- In the early morning, the sky just started to get brighter, and the green Donggu woke up from its deep sleep.
The voices outside the window became increasingly noisy, and shouts and shouts floated into the house one after another.
Bian Yao opened his eyes, jumped off the bed, washed himself briefly, and then hurried to the ground floor. He found that the door of the room was half open, so he pushed it open and walked in.
Mu Xiyou was lying on his back on the bed, his face slightly pale, and his face was sad and tangled.
"What's wrong? I think you don't look good." Bian Yao didn't quite understand and asked with a slight smile.
"If you knew that in the near future, you would be beaten to death and spit out blood, would you still be happy?" Mu Xiyou smiled bitterly and said sadly.
"Do you encounter that kind of situation every ten days of war?" Bian Yao couldn't help but put away his smile and asked seriously.
"That's not true. Although I was inevitably defeated and injured in the past, it was not as serious as it is now. Since that incident happened half a year ago, my opponents seem to have become more powerful." After Mu Xiyou said this, he jumped from the bed. When he came down, he seemed to be afraid that Bian Yao would ask more questions, so he forced out a smile and said, "Let's go, it's just going to be a little painful, at least you won't die."
Bian Yao remained silent, and the two of them left the house together and walked quickly towards the west valley.
On the day of the war, there is no need to go to Yangmu Valley to practice in the morning. Everyone goes directly to the battlefield to gather.
When we arrived at West Valley, the sky was just bright.
In the southwest corner, twenty-eight late-stage dreamers seemed to have already arrived, lined up in a row, sitting cross-legged on the green grass, meditating with their eyes closed, and paying no attention to the scene in the valley.
Bian Yao had noticed one thing earlier. Most of the children of the Wood clan in the valley, whether they were early-stage dreamers or middle-stage dreamers, looked very young. Today, he met the late-stage Dream Maniacs in the valley for the first time. Seeing that these people were all around thirty years old in appearance, he couldn't help but be secretly surprised!
Under normal circumstances, ordinary dream cultivators will not be able to enter the realm of dream madness until they are thirty years old. Those who want to cultivate to the late stage of dream madness are basically in their late fifties.
It is obvious that the realm of the Mu people improves very quickly, many times faster than ordinary people. This may be related to their way of practice, or there may be some other reasons unknown to outsiders.
The valley is green and the breeze is blowing, making it slightly cool.
As in the past, the early-stage dream-crazy people gathered in one place, and the mid-stage dream-crazy people gathered in another place.
Bian Yao and Mu Xiyou stood outside the crowd, keeping a certain distance from the children of the Mu clan. The former's eyes were fixed on the direction of the valley entrance, but the latter lost his usual interest and was no longer looking forward to the woman from the Baihua Valley, with his head hanging down.
At this time, in the West Valley, except for the people from Baihua Valley and Sword Valley, everyone else has arrived.
The teachers were standing in a circle, discussing some matters related to the Xun War. Their eyes glanced at the children of the Mu clan in the valley from time to time, implying unknown meanings.
In a short time, a group of girls wearing skirts appeared at the mouth of the valley, with female instructor Xi Mu Lingxiang walking at the front. Walking beside her was a strange girl with a beautiful appearance. She was calm, graceful and pleasant, and she naturally showed a special temperament when she walked.
The fresh-faced girl walked slowly, wearing a light green skirt with a blue ribbon tied around her waist. She had a double bun with two blue ribbons wrapped around her hair. A green leaf was inserted diagonally in her hair. Her green temples hang down in front of her shoulders.
Bian Yao looked a little curious, so he poked Mu Xiyou beside him and asked in a low voice: "Who is that woman with a leaf in her hair? Why haven't I seen her before?"
"I don't know very well. I only heard that her name is Mu Wanyan. She seems to be from the Mu family. She usually meditates in Baihua Valley and rarely shows up." Mu Xiyou looked up and replied softly.
"Why haven't the people from Sword Valley arrived yet?" Bian Yao said softly "Oh" and changed the topic.
"Those guys have always been like this. They are always the last to arrive, obviously on purpose. But this is normal. Who makes the sword cultivators of our Wood clan so rare?" Mu Xiyou said with a smile, with a clear hint of envy in his tone.
There are only one million people in the entire Shu County, and nearly nine of them have the blood of the Mu Clan in their bodies. However, except for the Zong family with pure blood, only a handful of the other hundreds of thousands of Mu Clan people will awaken their Mu Clan blood. , and among every thousand people of the Mu tribe who have awakened their bloodline, there are only one or two people who are suitable for practicing swordsmanship.
Bian Yao didn¡¯t ask any more questions, and turned his gaze back to the entrance of the valley again, waiting for the person in the sword valley to appear.
At this moment, the teachers have already begun to select candidates for the challenge. The first is the battle between the early stage Dream Maniac and the mid-stage Dream Maniac. This is a forced pairing completely decided by the instructor, and the opponent has no choice.
Except for Bian Yao, those in the early stages of dream madnessAll the children of the Mu clan became nervous, and all of them looked solemn, especially Mu Xiyou, who had a sad face, as if he was about to die.
The purpose of holding a ten-day war in the valley is not to expect the low-level dream cultivators to defeat the high-level ones, but to use the hands of the high-level dream cultivators to beat up the low-level dream cultivators. This move is only to spur and motivate the children of the Wood clan. If you want to be beaten less and suffer less physical pain, then do your best to improve yourself, otherwise you will be tortured every ten days! For most of the children of the Mu clan, ten war days are equal to torture days.
Since there are nineteen more early-stage dream-crazy people than mid-stage dream-crazy people, in the first round of selection, nineteen early-stage dream madmen will be temporarily excluded.
Whether intentionally or unintentionally, Bian Yao was not selected in the first round of matching, but became one of the nineteen people.
The battle will be carried out at the same time in eight venues as usual, with groups taking turns.
Mu Xiyou was selected in the first round of matching. He had no choice but to bid farewell to Bian Yao, and walked to one of the battlefields as if he had lost his soul.
Bian Yao's mind was not on his side, so he did not notice that the faces of the remaining eighteen people who were left behind actually became uglier than before.
After the first round of battles is over, in order to ensure the quality of the battle, the nineteen most powerful people among all the mid-term dream madmen will be selected and then fight against the remaining nineteen early stage dream madmen. The results will be Of course it is not difficult to imagine.
The battle is very strict! Even if the two parties are brothers, they must use all their strength and not allow any lax behavior, otherwise they will be severely punished! Moreover, there are eye-catching instructors sitting outside the court, so it is very difficult to cheat!
The candidates for the first round of competition have all been dispersed to eight venues. Each venue has at least one instructor and guard, plus three Baihua Valley girls who are responsible for healing.
In an open space in the middle of the valley, Mu Wanyan stood quietly, her face as jade as the still water of a spring lake, her bright eyes swept across the valley, and finally stopped on Bian Yao, and said: "That person is the Third Grandpa." Did you come in? Why do you keep staring at Taniguchi? It seems like you don¡¯t take Shunzhan to heart at all.¡±
Mu Lingxiang stood on her left side. After hearing the words, he replied aloud: "He is the person brought in by the chief steward. The spiritual power contained in his body does not seem to be inferior to Meng Zun. After entering the valley for several days, he used this innate talent to The advantage is that I have never tasted defeat in a battle at the same level."
The leader of Yougu stood on the right side of Mu Wanyan with his hands behind his back. After listening to her words, he suddenly smiled and said: "In today's cross-level battle, his delaying and attrition tactics will be tested. If he cannot cope with it, defeat is inevitable. !¡±
Mu Wanyan frowned and groaned, without saying a word, then moved his gaze to another place, landing on the young man in a long gown named Mu Chen, with a faint smile on his lips.
Suddenly, at the entrance of the west valley, a middle-aged man suddenly appeared with a sword on his back. He floated and walked calmly. He was the only sword master in the valley, named Mu Jian, who was in the realm of the Sword King.
Behind him, seven figures with swords behind them appeared one after another and stepped into the valley one after another.
The six people in front all have light green hair, wear green military uniforms, and carry a single sword on their backs. Only the person walking at the very back was obviously different from the others in appearance and dress.
That was a young man, dressed in gray clothes, with hair as dark as night and sword-shaped eyebrows.
The young man was carrying something on his back, wrapped in blue cloth, and looked like a sword.
At this moment, Bian Yao suddenly opened his eyes wide, his eyebrows suddenly lit up with joy, a happy smile appeared in his eyes, and he laughed out loud.
That was a familiar figure, belonging to a companion that he could not forget!
Bian Yao remembered asking him his name before parting and learned that his name was Mu Qingge. Just looking at his current appearance, it is slightly different from his impression.
This was the first time Bian Yao saw Mu Qingge carrying the sword behind his back. During the days when the two of them walked together in chaos, he always held the cloth-wrapped sword in his hand or on his shoulder.
¡°In the entire West Valley, the most conspicuous and easily noticeable people are undoubtedly the two black-haired foreigners with distinctive clothes.
The eyes of cultivators are very sharp, especially sword cultivators!
As soon as Mu Qingge stepped onto the valley entrance, her eyes suddenly glanced into the valley.
In an instant, a familiar figure came into his sight, and the sharp light in his eyes couldn't help but freeze, showing a look of surprise.
A distant look, a silent communication, only between Zeng Jin¡¯s companions.
Bian Yao almost shouted. After hesitating, he tried his best to suppress his inner impulse, and finally took back his half-stepped steps and did not run over.
After the eyes met, TwilightHe Ge looked away, a faint smile overflowing from the corner of his mouth.
There are few people in Sword Valley. Not counting Mu Jian and Mu Qingge, there are only six people, all of whom are sword mad.
Among the six people, five of them are relatively older, probably around 30 or 40 years old. There was a young man left, who looked to be in his twenties. Although his face was arrogant, there was a hint of resentment that was not difficult to detect.
Under Mu Jian¡¯s instructions, Mu Qingge and six other people from the Sword Valley walked to the southeast corner of the valley, sat cross-legged one after another, and formed a left-right confrontation with the late Meng Kuang in the southwest corner.
In the middle of the valley, Mu Wanyan's expression moved slightly, his gaze turned to the southeast corner, and his eyes fell on Mu Qingge. He smiled casually and said, "The boy from Sword Valley does something special. I wonder why he wrapped the sword with cloth. What¡¯s the purpose?¡±
"It's really puzzling to do this, but if he can catch the eyes of the deputy head of the family, his talent for swordsmanship must be extremely high! No one can guide him, but he can break into the sword madness state at the age of seventeen. In comparison, Mu I feel quite sad." Mu Qiyuan said aloud.
¡°It seems like he didn¡¯t participate in the last Xun war, right?¡± Mu Wanyan asked suddenly.
"Because he had just entered the valley the day before yesterday, he was not allowed to participate in the ten-day battle the next day. In today's battle, the two foreign youths will get the most attention."
"What's his name?" Mu Wanyan continued to ask.
"Mu Qingge, a surname full of magic." Mu Qiyuan's expression remained unchanged, but his voice was slightly different.
Mu Wanyan recited the name in a low voice, with a strange look on his face, and said in surprise: "The surname Mu is not the same as the rumored 'Genius Sword Master'!"
"It's a pity that the genius has been silent for more than thirty years, and his whereabouts and deeds have become legends." Mu Qiyuan slowly shook his head and sighed for a moment.
Suddenly, a deep shout sounded in the valley, reaching everyone's ears.
The ten-day war begins!
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