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- Chapter 109 Challenge
Early in the morning, Ziyang Sword Sect
In Xiao Yuesheng's room in the building where the leader sits, Ma Chunhua is dressed in a moon-white Taoist robe, pure and flawless, elegant and pure, and is sitting cross-legged on Xiao Yuesheng's couch.
She breathed evenly and slowly, with long intervals between exhalations and inhalations, and became slower and slower. Eventually, she could no longer hear the sound of breathing.
The window is open, and the breeze blows slowly, stirring the wild flowers in the bottle, and the faint fragrance fills the house.
The sun gave off a golden light, shining through the window and shining on her face. Her face flashed with soft radiance, like a whole piece of mutton-fat white jade.
Suddenly, the sound of footsteps sounded, Ma Chunhua opened her eyes, showing a helpless look. Just as she was crossing the barrier, the purple energy came from the east. At the right time, she was interrupted, and she could only sigh that the fire was not coming.
If she were an ordinary person, she would be very angry when she heard the footsteps at this time. She was influenced by Xiao Yuesheng, but she didn't think so. Instead, she regarded the interference from outsiders as a kind of demonic obstacle, inherited from heaven, and it was the will of heaven. The person who disturbed could not help it. , and is governed by the will of God.
"Miss Ma" He Yushu's soft voice came in.
Ma Chunhua took her seat and sat down, smiling and saying, "Sister He, come in."
She curled her lips secretly, feeling quite dissatisfied with He Yushu, who seemed to have robbed her of something. However, she was Master's personal maid and could not offend him. She could only suppress her feelings and put on a smile.
He Yushu gently opened the door, her steps were light, and she said with a smile: "Miss Ma, Hall Master Zheng invites you."
"Hall Master Zheng?" Ma Chunhua was startled and frowned: "Sister He, what's the matter with him looking for me?"
¡°There is a big competition going on below, and Hall Master Zheng invites the girl to participate.¡± He Yushu said with a smile.
"Oh, big competition." Ma Chunhua suddenly realized, but she wanted to refuse. Their martial arts skills were low, so what's the point of competing? In her opinion, it was just a trick.
But when the words came to his lips, he swallowed them again, remembering the master's instructions before leaving, that he must obey the instructions of the elders and the hall master, and treat himself as an ordinary disciple.
Thinking of this, she pursed her lips and smiled: "Okay, I was just about to witness the grand competition of our Ziyang Sword Sect. Thank you very much, Sister He."
He Yushu shook her head and chuckled: "Girl, please don't be so polite."
Ma Chunhua smiled sweetly: "Okay, then if you don't want to be a girl from now on, just call me by my name, or as sisters, how about that?"
"Yes, Sister Ma!" He Yushu nodded lightly.
In the martial arts training ground, He Yunshan stood on the sidelines, looking at the situation in the field. There was a surge in his heart, like boiling molten iron. His eyes were shining with excitement. He pressed the hilt of the sword with his hand, and his body was tense like a bow, as if he would be ready at any time. Shoot arrows.
What he saw in his eyes was that there were more than two hundred people present, one hundred of them women, all wearing lavender gauze shirts, with slim and graceful figures.
The other hundred people were men, divided into four groups, standing around the women. There were only ten people in one place, and thirty people in each of the other three places.
Four groups of people lined up in all directions, surrounding more than a hundred women, like a flower with four green leaves.
But none of these four groups of men looked relaxed. Instead, they all had tense faces and pursed lips. Their right hands were on their swords, their eyes sharp and murderous.
As the leader of the new disciples, He Yunshan stood at the front and saw the most clearly. He was infected by the chilling atmosphere in the field, and his chest surged, wishing he could play in person.
There were four people standing on the high platform. He Yunshan glanced at them, then turned away, secretly awe-inspiring.
These four elders, especially Elder Tang, lived up to their reputation, were impartial and selfless, and the most severe. He himself was punished twice, and when he saw his stern face, he couldn't help but feel guilty.
The martial arts training ground was extremely quiet. There were more than 200 people and a hundred people standing aside. They all pursed their lips tightly and said nothing, standing still like statues.
Under such an atmosphere, He Yunshan felt difficulty breathing, unconsciously nervous, gasping for breath, fearing to make any sound.
He Yunshan was wondering what they were going to do and why they didn't start it.
Suddenly, a white shadow flashed by, and he quickly opened his eyes wide, and then he realized that a person was already standing in front of Zheng Fazong Hall Master. This person appeared from unknown time, wearing a moon-white Taoist robe, with a slim and graceful figure.
A gust of wind blew, and the sleeves of her Taoist robe were fluttering. She stood there motionless. He Yunshan's heart was pounding, as if it was about to jump out of his chest, and his face felt hot.
He immediately knew that this woman was the direct disciple of the sect leader, Ma Chunhua. It was said that her martial arts skills were peerless, and she was highly praised by the sect master.
Even though she said this, no one knew because she never left the building where she was in command. She stayed in the building all day long without showing a single face.??
The disciples in the sect spread the news about this girl Ma. It is said that she is unparalleled in beauty, and even the leader Zhao of Piaohua Hall is slightly inferior to her.
In the eyes of all the disciples, Zhao Shengnan, the master of Piaohua Hall, is like an immortal transformed into a human being. He can only be seen from a distance, not up close, and he cannot think of blasphemy.
"Such a fairy-like figure, only the headmaster as young and handsome as her is worthy of her in the world. He Yunshan knew that secretly, the disciples regarded Hall Master Zhao as the headmaster's wife.
And this girl Ma is even better than Hall Master Zhao, which really arouses their curiosity and they all want to get a glimpse of her true appearance.
"It's a pity that this girl Ma is very mysterious. She never leaves the leader's building. The disciples can't see her at all, and they feel itchy and unbearable, as if they are being scratched by countless little paws.
He Yunshan hurriedly opened his eyes wide and looked over, but he could only see a graceful and graceful back. He felt indescribably moving and his heart was beating.
He obtained the subtleties of Ziyang's Twelve Swords and used sword skills to cultivate his internal strength. He made rapid progress and now has quite a foundation.
He mobilized his inner strength, gathered it between his eyes and ears, and faintly heard a soft voice. When he heard the sound, he felt that half of his body was numb.
He quickly took a deep breath and continued to listen: "Miss Ma, you didn't practice the formation together. Just stay in the formation for a while and preside over the formation together with me."
He Yunshan was vaguely disappointed when he heard it. This was the voice of Master Zheng. It was steady and deep, like a heavy hammer beating a drum, which made his eardrums hurt slightly.
"Yes, Hall Master."
When He Yunshan heard this voice, he was shocked and smiled. He felt his body became lighter and floated in the air, feeling indescribable joy.
Tang Zhengfeng spoke slowly and asked calmly: "Hall Master Zheng, are you feeling better?"
He Yunshan trembled, his thoughts flew away immediately, he regained his composure, and quickly turned around to see Elder Tang glaring coldly at the audience.
He quickly turned his eyes away, not daring to come into contact with Tang Zhengfeng.
"Elder, our hall is full of people!" Zheng Fazong said loudly, cleanly and with a refined aura.
"Okay, let's get started!" Tang Zhengfeng shouted in a deep voice and waved his hand downwards.
"Start!" Fan Qingyun stroked his beard, stamped his feet hard, and shouted loudly.
"Kill¡ª¡ª!" A roar of anger rushed into the air, straight into the sky, and the sound stopped the moving clouds.
He Yunshan's spirit perked up, his eyes lit up, and he felt the torrent rushing out of his chest. He wanted to jump into the arena and swing his sword out of its sheath.
"Tuk-tuk-tuk-tuk" a series of clashing sounds of wooden swords sounded, and the five teams of men and horses were like five gears, constantly turning and starting to twist together.
The Piaohua Hall in the middle was surrounded, with more than a hundred disciples forming a circular formation. In the center of the formation was Zhao Shengnan, the master of the Piaohua Hall. She was wearing a dark purple shirt, and her face was as white as jade. Her eyes were cold and bright, staring at the surroundings, charmingly. He shouted, with a calm and calm look on his face.
The remaining four halls also formed a circular formation. The disciples all walked quickly, waving their long swords, and the swords formed sword wheels, spinning and slashing towards Piaohua Hall.
The disciples of Piaohua Hall were one against four. They all lowered their eyebrows and lowered their eyes, with cold expressions, as indifferent as if they were people carved from white jade.
They hold long swords in their hands, neither swinging nor stabbing, but pointing steadily upwards. Their upper bodies are motionless, only their feet are moving quickly, as if they are standing in a small boat on the lake, moving forward, their clothes and sleeves fluttering.
He Yunshan was dazzled by what he saw. He felt that their postures were graceful and graceful, like fairies in a palace in the sky. They were indeed otherworldly.
The sound of the wooden sword was occasionally mixed with screams.
They were holding wooden swords, but the strength contained in the swords was not small. If they were stabbed or chopped on their bodies, the pain would be unbearable and they could not help but scream.
Although he screamed miserably, the person who was hit by the sword kept moving and still swung the sword with all his strength, becoming more fierce and wanting to take revenge.
He Yunshan only hated that he only had two eyes, which were not enough. He looked this way and then fell to the other side. Everywhere was wonderful and tragic.
In the shadow of the sword, people kept falling down and could not get up again, so some disciples from the outer hall quickly ran in and carefully lifted these people out, while people from Baisheng Hall started to treat them.
After dozens of moves, half of the people in the field who had fallen suddenly became sparse and could be seen more clearly. From He Yunshan's point of view, the battle became even more fierce.
Previously, he was shocked by this tragic scene, but after watching it for a while, he gradually got used to it, and his eyes couldn't help but glance towards Ma Chunhua.
He used his energy to his eyes, and when he saw Ma Chunhua's face, his eyes couldn't help but froze, staring at him, unable to turn away.
In front of his eyes, a beautiful face kept flashing, and he slowly raised his head to look at the sky. The whole sky seemed to be filled withA beautiful face.
He stared blankly, unable to extricate himself. His gaze remained on Ma Chunhua, as if an invisible thread was tugging at his consciousness, unable to move his eyes away.
What he saw in his eyes was Ma Chunhua's Taoist robe fluttering, standing in the center of the formation, side by side with Zheng Fazong, not participating in the sword formation, just a bystander, like a fairy who was not involved in the fireworks of the world.
When he woke up from his confusion and looked around, he saw that she had already entered the sword formation, taking the place of a fallen Yintang disciple and maintaining the operation of the sword formation.
He Yunshan sighed.
??In the Ziyang Sword Sect, Yintang has a very high status and is called the hall above the hall. Only the most elite disciples can be promoted to Yintang and become Yintang disciples.
So even though there were only ten of them and there were thirty in other halls, they were still not far behind. Just by looking at them fighting hard for a while and only injuring one person, you can tell that in these dozen moves, the others Most of the hall has been damaged.
¡° Then, He Yunshan¡¯s eyes widened and he saw a magical scene.
Ma Chunhua suddenly flashed and jumped out of the formation of the hidden hall. She was as fast as a wisp of smoke and came to the edge of the outer hall.
She gave a soft drink, flashed her figure, and launched a move to attack the disciples in the outer hall. The movement of her feet is mysterious and unpredictable, sometimes moving forward and sometimes behind, making it difficult to fathom.
Although the disciples in the outer hall did not panic, they adjusted their formations and ignored her. Although they were attracted by her beauty, they did not hesitate in their hands, which has formed a habit.
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He Yunshan kept staring and was greatly impressed when he saw them like this. He felt that he was far behind and his will was not strong. He was fascinated by beauty when he saw it and couldn't help himself.
He Yunshan shook his head and sighed. Although they were not moved by beauty, in Ma Chunhua's hands, they were as clumsy as a bear. Every time she struck out with a sword, she hit one person. After counting the swords, the formation in the outer hall Already destroyed, Piaohuatang took advantage of the flowers to rob them, adding insult to injury and accelerating their defeat.
In such a short time, there were only two or three disciples left in the outer hall, almost all dead and injured, and the situation was extremely tragic. The leader of the outer hall, Liang Shichang, stood stunned with his sword in hand, with a look of confusion on his face.
Ma Chunhua didn't stop, and He Yunshan was dazzled when he saw white shadows flashing past, and then several white shadows appeared in the field, as if there were five or six Ma Chunhua at once, and they started to swing their swords at the same time. Then one person was knocked away and fell out of the circle, unable to move again.
He Yunshan thought to himself, knowing in his heart, but secretly shocked, this Ma Chun Hua Ma girl was not the incarnation of the gods in the legend, but her movement was too fast for the human eye to follow, and the image she saw was still there , but the person is already in another place.
How can you avoid such an extremely fast movement? !
He couldn't help but fall into deep thought, thinking hard, if he encountered such a physical technique, whether the Ziyang Twelve Swords could break it.
After much deliberation, there is no way to cure her physical condition. The only way is to predict it in advance, otherwise, she cannot be cured at all.
He Yunshan sighed in his heart. He was too shallow. He thought that although the leader was young and talented, he was at most equal to himself. As long as he worked hard, he would be able to catch up with him.
But now that I look at it, I feel ridiculous. Even though I am the direct disciple of the master, I am not as good as him. Even if I practice for a lifetime, I am afraid I will not be able to practice such fast movements.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel a little depressed, and then his eyes lit up. How would he know if he didn't try? Maybe, this girl Ma's qualifications were not as good as his own, but she became so powerful because she learned the master's superb martial arts. , if I can get it personally from the head master, I will definitely be able to catch up!
He clenched his fists and shouted loudly in his heart, he must bow to the leader! Let the master personally teach martial arts and become a master far superior to Miss Ma!
In fact, he wanted to surpass Ma Chunhua, and there was a deep meaning hidden in his heart, but he couldn't tell others. Since ancient times, beauties have loved heroes. If his martial arts skills are not as good as hers, how can he impress her? !
He was thinking wildly in his mind, and kept staring at the moon-white figure. He saw her suddenly in front of the Baisheng Hall, and suddenly in front of the Zhengqi Hall. Every sword hit was sure to hit, and every disciple who was hit by the sword tip would definitely fly up and fall. Out of the circle.
He Yunshan thought wildly for a while, but when he saw clearly, the field became sparse. In the blink of an eye, there were only two or three people in Zhengqi Hall and Baisheng Hall. Except for the hall master, there was only one person accompanying them. It looked miserable.
However, Yintang and Piaohua Hall are far more than one person. Although Yintang has only folded one person, although Piahuagang has folded a lot, there are more disciples, and there are more than 50 people.
The three hall masters shook their heads helplessly and withdrew from the battle circle. There was no hope of victory
The two teams looked at each other coldly. Ma Chunhua reappeared in the Yintang Sword Formation, motionless like a jade sculpture, but all the disciples' eyes were focused on her.
"Miss Ma, you are really good at martial arts!" Zhao Shengnan stood in the center of the formation, squinting at Ma Chunhua, and sneered again and again.
Ma Chunhua clasped her fists and said sternly: "Palace Master Zhao has given me such a great award, but this disciple is too ashamed to deserve it!"
Zhao Shengnan hugged his shoulders and sneered: "Miss Ma, I would like to thank you for showing mercy and not killing anyone!"
"We are both women, and this disciple can't bear to do anything." Ma Chunhua said respectfully, without any rebuttal, and had a very good temper.
He Yunshan sighed when he saw it. He felt that this girl was like a fairy transformed into a human being. She was gentle and beautiful. If she could have her, what would she want in this life?
Zhao Shengnan glanced sideways at her, sneered, and turned to Zheng Fazong: "Hall Master Zheng, do you still want to fight in the hidden hall?"
Zheng Fazong nodded, laughed loudly, and said: "If Hall Master Zhao admits defeat, you naturally don't have to fight anymore!"
He took one look at Ma Chunhua and showed a satisfied look, stroking his beard and laughing. He just felt that he had picked up a treasure. From now on, Yintang can feel proud and proud!
"Admit defeat?!" Zhao Shengnan sneered, shook his head and said, "You are the one who should admit defeat, Hall Master Zheng. Is it possible that ten of you are worth fifty of us?!"
Zheng Fazong stroked his beard and smiled: "Haha, you can't say for sure!"
"Okay, if you want to fight, then fight!" Zhao Shengnan sneered and scolded: "Go ahead, kill them!"
Xiao Yuesheng and Cheng Lingsu settled down to pay their respects. Instead of eating in the courtyard, they went outside to visit the capital.
The capital city is prosperous and well-deserved. Walking on the street, various hawking sounds can be heard on both sides, and the strong atmosphere of life surrounds the surroundings.
"Xiao, you're here too!" Suddenly there was a clear voice, Xiao Yuesheng turned his head and frowned.
A few steps away stood a pretty girl, wearing a light pink blouse. She was pretty and charming. She was actually Zhou Yingying from the Eagle Claw Sect! - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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