Chapter 70 Shurazi She, Yours

Chapter 70 She, Yours

"Qingyunzong, He Xiangtian, please fight." He Xiangtian took the stage in a high-profile manner, to take advantage of the victory and secure the third victory for the Qingyunzong.

But just as he stepped on his forefoot, Han Qianye sneered: "Stupid!"

Ding Dian laughed: "It's a little bit."

"What do you two mean?" He Xiangtian looked back with a bad expression on his face.

"Look at it for yourself." Ding Dian pointed to the opposite side of the martial arts platform. A disciple of Tiandao Sect appeared on the stage. It was a young girl in green clothes, but his aura was very sharp: "Heavenly Dao Sect, Leng Wenqing, let's fight."

Mu Cheng and the others all glanced at He Xiangtian, speechless to him! Can't use your brain? Qingyunzong has just won two games in a row, and the limelight is in full swing. Will the other sects sit back and watch? The third battle will definitely send some top descendants. It is best for us to not rush to fight first, or send a Jin Ling disciple to the stage. You are good, what are you trying to do?

The five elders of the Qingyun Sect all frowned, how did they send He Xiangtian? Even if Jin Ling's disciples are not sent, Ling Xue should be arranged.

He Xiangtian's complexion changed when he saw the person coming. He had known the Heavenly Dao Sect, and this Leng Wenqing's status in the Heavenly Dao Sect was equivalent to that of the Qingyun Sect's Jin Ling disciple.

But it's all coming up, can you go back?

"Fight!" He Xiangtian took the initiative to rush to Leng Wenqing, my martial arts is 'poison', I have a chance of winning!

result……

In just a dozen rounds, He Xiangtian was blasted off the martial arts stage by Leng Wenqing, and fell into a faint!

The defeat was too tragic, the defeat was too direct.

The Qingyunzong elders couldn't stand it any longer, their faces were sullen and speechless for a long time.

"The third battle, Tiandaozong, Leng Wenqing, won!" The guarding general announced in a high-profile manner.

"Who's up?" Mu Cheng said with a sullen face.

"Stay steady, don't worry." Zhang Lan and others were very calm.

Next, the atmosphere of the martial arts field continued to be hot and was ignited again and again. The disciples of various sects took turns on the stage, fighting against martial arts and perseverance, and they worked hard to show their own splendor.

There is a battle to decide the outcome, there are voluntarily admit defeat after a wonderful duel, and there are continuous fierce battles until both sides suffer.

The disciples of all sects were ignited with passion, no one flinched, and no one embarrassed the sect.

One game two...seven...ten...

Each has its own splendor and its own characteristics. The sect master and elders nodded frequently, very satisfied with the performance of the disciples, and occasionally commented on some wonderful battles in private.

These disciples are the pride of each sect and the hope of the sect.

The Qingyun Sect disciples judged the situation and took the stage one by one.

In the tenth game, Ling Xue took the stage and fought against the disciples of the Hundred Flowers Sect, and won!

In the thirteenth game, Han Qianye took the stage and fought against the disciples of Xinghe Sect. The fierce battle lasted for nearly half an hour. In the end, he barely won, but was seriously injured!

In the fifteenth game, Ding Dian took the stage and fought against the disciples of the Blood Evil Sect. Unfortunately, he failed miserably!

'You Huo' Zhang Lan, 'Suyi' Li Nian, and 'Huan Hai' Murong Chong, the three Jin Ling disciples took turns on the stage, inviting the elite descendants of each sect to fight.

result……

Murong Chong was brutally blocked by the Earth Spirit Sect. A fierce battle lasted for two incense sticks. The fight was in full swing, and the audience applauded like thunder. In the end, Murong Chong was depleted of spiritual power and was blasted off the Yanwu stage by the Earth Spirit Sect with tyrannical physique.

Li Nian took the stage to challenge, unfortunately, he was met by the legendary girl of Hundred Flowers Sect, Fan Xin, fifteen years old, who had stayed in Jiuzhongtian for a year, and was the youngest disciple this year.

In the end, Fanxin won, and Li Nian resigned.

Of the three Jin Ling disciples, only Zhang Lan defeated Tianshui Sect disciple Ning Long!

It's not that the three of them are not strong, but that they are too famous, and they have long been targeted by the powerhouses of various sects, and the disciples they fight against are also extremely strong characters.

The fierce battle continued from the morning to the evening. A total of 34 duels were held. Thirty-four people won. One was lucky enough to get a bye, but the other eight were seriously injured and lost the opportunity to participate in tomorrow's challenge.

In the evening of the same day, the Chengfu announced the list of people who were eligible to participate in tomorrow's competition. Twenty-seven disciples of the Spiritual Martial Realm and eleven disciples of the Xuanwu Realm, a total of thirty-eight people!

On the first day of the eight tea parties, the sparring sessions and martial arts officially ended.

But the hot atmosphere of the City Lord's Mansion did not go out for a long time.

Today's Huiwu did not disappoint anyone, nor did it live up to its reputation as "the highest level of the new generation in the Northern Territory".

The splendid performances of the disciples of various sects made the city guards feel and admire them, and also made the young ladies of various families in the city feel inferior.

It is worthy of being the genius descendant of the Eight Sects, and it lives up to its name. Compared with this group of geniuses, the gap between them is too great.

After the game, the young ladies of Wuling City's aristocratic families left the city mansion, but they were all very excited and discussing with enthusiasm.

With their departure, the specific situation of today's tea party event quickly spread to the whole city.

That night, the city government held a grand banquet to entertain the disciples of the eight sects.

After all, the Ba Zong Tea Party is a friendly event. You can fight to the death on the stage, but there must be harmony under the stage, at least on the surface.

All the elders of the sects were present. On the surface, they were close to the disciples, but they were actually watching over them, for fear of trouble. These little guys are holding their breath, don't fight tonight.

Qin Ming really didn't want to participate, so he had to go. It was Zongli's death order. Unless you are a disciple who is seriously injured in the arena, you must participate.

Simply, Qin Ming and Tieshanhe, two people who are not good at socializing, sit in the corner, get some food and drink some wine.

Ling Xue was arrogant by nature, and she didn't like to be lively, so she even joined their small circle.

The three of them didn't speak, Qin Ming ate on his own, Tieshanhe drank on his own, and the two touched the jug twice from time to time.

Ling Xue closed her eyes, and sat behind them with a veil on.

"How to fight tomorrow?" Tieshanhe raised his head and took a bowl of spirits.

Qin Ming took a sip, his mouth full of spicy: "I'm thinking about it."

"Playing hard?"

"Have the idea."

"How hard can you play?" Tieshanhe asked again, raising his head and taking another sip of spirits.

Qin Ming raised his eyebrows and looked at Tu Lingzong, thinking silently. If you want to prove yourself, you will definitely not be able to compete step by step. If you want to fight, you must fight fiercely. If you want to be crazy, you must be crazy to catch everyone off guard, and you can't let people touch their own routines.

"Young Master Qin, congratulations, you passed the first round successfully." Several handsome teenagers came over and took the initiative to say hello.

"Hello, nice to meet you." Qin Ming smiled and nodded.

"How sure is Young Master Qin about tomorrow's meeting?" They looked at Qin Ming seriously and were very curious about him. An eighth-level disciple actually abused and beat a ninth-level disciple, which had never happened at previous tea parties, because no eighth-level disciple had ever been there. Today he won, tomorrow, will there be surprises.

"I want to win." Qin Ming said euphemistically and skillfully.

"Who do you want to challenge?"

"I'm the lowest level, I don't have a choice, I'll take on whoever comes on stage."

"I heard someone was interested in you."

Qin Ming said with a smile: "There should be a lot of people interested in me."

"Hundred Flowers Sect, Fan Xin. The youngest one at this tea party."

"Girls? I don't fight women." Qin Ming shook his head.

"Hey, I'm afraid you don't have a choice." A teenager pointed to the lively crowd in the distance. Many handsome boys were chatting happily around the group of young girls. They are disciples of the Hundred Flowers Sect, all of them are women, and they may have something to do with their martial arts practice. They are all pink, tender and handsome, and they are lovable, but after the first round of martial arts today, not many people dare to look down on them. 5 people participated in the competition, and 5 people won, and the winning rate was amazing.

Among the Hundred Flowers Sect's disciples was a little girl who was a little more immature than the other sisters, and was squinting her eyes.

Every heart! The legendary figure of Hundred Flowers Sect defeated Li Nian, a disciple of Qingyun Sect's Jin Ling today.

"She doesn't follow common sense in her movement and swordsmanship. Today's martial arts may not even show 80% of her strength. You should be careful tomorrow." Tieshanhe was lying beside him drunk and reminded Qin Ming lazily.

Qin Ming clinks glasses with Tieshanhe: "I don't use 30%, do you believe it?"

"Okay, I believe it." Tieshanhe burped.

At this time, a handsome young man walked towards them, smiled slightly, and bowed to Ling Xue. "Miss Lingxue, I'm Tian Dao Zong Ye Chasing Feng, I wonder if I'm fortunate enough to invite you to sit with us?"

Ye Chaifeng, one of the three Xuanwu disciples of Tiandao Sect, is a man of influence and a romantic figure. He is very interested in iceberg beauties like Ling Xue, which can arouse his enthusiasm for conquest.

Ling Xue raised her eyes lightly, her eyes were like water, cool and flowing, very beautiful, but also very cold.

Ye Zhuifeng bowed his body and smiled, gentle and polite, and reached out to pick up Ling Xue.

Qin Ming moved to the side to get out of the way. Don't make trouble, just play.

But Ling Xue raised her finger and pointed at Qin Ming, ignoring Ye Zaifeng, and continued to close her eyes to adjust her breath.

"Huh?" Ye Chaifeng looked strangely at Qin Ming.

Qin Ming shrugged, not understanding and innocent.

"Miss Lingxue means..."

"Ask him." Ling Xue's red lips parted lightly, her tone indifferent.

"He?" Ye Chaifeng's eyes shifted, and he suddenly understood: "I'm sorry, I took the liberty. Junior Brother Qin, I'm so lucky."

"What do you mean?" Qin Ming touched Tieshanhe.

"She, yours." Tieshanhe squinted, half asleep.

"..."