Ling Luo supported her chin with one hand and watched Yue Liangze walking further and further away in the crowd, without taking her eyes off him for a long time.
Chu Yi couldn't stand it and said disdainfully: "You've been standing there for so long, why not just call him up to eat with you and let him pay."
Song Yuanyuan shook her head and said, "My little father only eats what he cooks."
Chu Yi couldn't stand it any more: "You are so picky, who are you looking down on?"
These words stabbed Ling Luo in the back, reminding her of bad memories. She turned around and glared at Chu Yi fiercely: "How can you look down on others just because you only eat the food you make? They can eat whatever they want!"
Chu Yi raised his eyebrows: "Why are you angry when I said he was picky?"
Ling Luo: "I didn't lose my temper!"
Chu Yi: "Are you more fierce?"
Lingluo bit her chopsticks angrily.
Song Yuanyuan smoothed things over by picking up some meat for the two of them.
In the end, Song Yuanyuan packed up some of the meat and took it back for Chang Fei and Xu Shen to eat. Ling Luo also went to see the injured Xu Shen, and returned to Taichu with Chu Yi late at night.
The next day, more and more people came to watch the competition.
However, there are fewer and fewer contestants in the competition.
Every subsequent duel was exciting and thrilling, with no instantaneous defeats. All parties were top-notch in strength, and the fights between swords were thrilling to watch.
Lingluo sat in the stands early in the morning to watch the fun.
The rules of today's competition are to win three games in a row, but because the strength of both sides is similar, they have been winning one and losing the next, and have not yet won three games in a row.
Until Feng Tianyao came on the court.
"If he continues to win this time, it will be my turn." Song Yuanyuan touched her token and said, "I don't think I can beat him."
Lingluo said, "Be more confident and remove the word 'as if'."
"... He said the same thing when I met my father this morning." Song Yuanyuan rolled her eyes and punched the air with her fist. "At least I made it into the top 30, so I have no regrets!"
Ling Luo nodded and said, "Go ahead, I'll take the first place for you!"
Song Yuanyuan stood up and said, "Go!"
Chu Yi next to him: "..."
Zi Zheng, a good friend in the back row, held his stomach and laughed wildly: "Your junior brothers and sisters are really good at teaching!"
Feng Tianyao’s last opponent is Song Yuanyuan.
Today, he no longer used the wooden sword for excitement, but took out his own magical weapon, Shuofang.
The Shuofang sword is wide and is a sword suitable for men. There is a circle of golden grooves inside the blade, and the grooves are very delicate and difficult to distinguish.
It is said that the sound of Shuofang's sword is like a tiger's roar, and the tiger's roar shakes all the beasts in the mountains and forests. Shuofang can command hundreds of swords.
Feng Tianyao has obtained such a magical sword at such a young age, which shows how much Master Feng loves his youngest son.
Chang Fei was not there to take care of the injured Xu Shen, so Ling Luo leaned back in her chair and used the jade speaker to relay the scene to the two of them.
Although Song Yuanyuan is a little fat, he is talented and works hard in his daily practice. Not to mention that his master is Master Fan, who strictly follows the rules when he practices.
Master Fan cared about him and also encouraged Song Yuanyuan to make progress.
Song Yuanyuan practices swordsmanship seriously, pursuing the great path of ascension.
He was also very serious in the competition with Feng Tianyao.
Such an opponent and such an all-out competition are rare in themselves.
"You're quite capable!" Feng Tianyao on the stage raised his eyebrows and smiled, "Seeing that you look chubby and fat, I thought you were the kind of person who would get out of breath after running a few steps, not to mention wasting your spiritual energy on a sword fight."
Song Yuanyuan asked suspiciously, "Are you discriminating against fat people?"
Feng Tianyao swung the sword in his hand, and the tip of the sword drew a circular restriction. He was a little puzzled: "What kind of discrimination is this? Aren't all fat people like this?"
Song Yuanyuan used her sword to block the blade that flew out of the restriction and said unhappily, "This is discrimination!"
The two sides fought back and forth, and seemed evenly matched, but insiders knew that Song Yuanyuan was suppressed. His moves became increasingly difficult, while Feng Tianyao became more and more fierce.
"Shenwu Shuofang really lives up to his reputation." Zixiu in the back row sighed, leaning on his chair, "Even if there is no sword whistle, it is affecting the opponent's weapon. The more we fight, the more afraid we become."
Song Yuanyuan's sword is named Chunxiu. Although it is not as good as Shenwu, it is also a top-grade weapon and suits him very well.
But Shuofang is born with the deterrent power to suppress other swords.
"A contest between swords." Chu Yi said with a double meaning.
Weapons and weapons.
People and people.
Ling Luo said lazily: "Now you know how smart I am in using the wooden sword, right?"
Zi Xiu touched his nose, and Chu Yi mocked him unceremoniously: "Your wooden sword, why is Shuo Fang using sword whistles to suppress it? Just cut it off directly."
Lingluo snorted coldly and ignored him.
In the later stage, Song Yuanyuan was chased and beaten by Feng Tianyao. She was out of breath but could not escape the rapidly flying swords from all directions. Finally, she was knocked off the stage by a sword.
Feng Tianyao stood on the stage, proudly accepting the cheers from all sides, turned around and pointed at Song Yuanyuan and said, "Hey, lose weight! You can run faster next time."
Song Yuanyuan rolled her eyes.
Lingluo lowered her head and sent the results of the competition to Chang Fei.
Zixiu shook his head and said, "This young master really doesn't understand the art of speaking at all."
Chu Yi: "He is strong in body but simple in mind, and has low emotional intelligence."
Ling Luo said lazily: "Don't you think that's a sincere mockery?"
"The young master of the Xuehefeng family is extremely proud and likes to be praised. If he is provoked, he will probably be fine after saying a few nice words to him. He himself does not seem to have any bad intentions and speaks the truth."
Zixiu touched his chin and said that recently he often drank, chatted and admired cherry blossoms with the immortal disciples living in Taichu, and he got to know their temperaments and personalities thoroughly.
Chu Yi commented: "Like a dog."
When it roars at you, you can feel what it means but you can never understand its true meaning.
Zi Xiu put his hand over his mouth and made a face, "Hey! You are the son of the Sect Leader after all, it's not nice for you to say that!"
Ling Luo praised: "Big Brother, you are really accurate."
Chu Yi raised his eyebrows.
Zixiu felt a headache about these two senior brothers and sisters.
When Lingluo went down to the competition, she was still holding a wooden sword.
The martial arts competition a few days ago had allowed everyone to see her unfathomable strength. No one would look down on her just because of a wooden sword. Instead, they were secretly excited to see how far this wooden sword could go.
It is simply unimaginable that I could defeat Shuofang and Jingye with just a wooden sword.
Nowadays, whenever there is a Lingluo competition, the stands are almost always full.
People outside who heard that Lingluo was going to perform would rush over to watch.
"Junior sister is really popular." Zi Xiu looked at the other people who came in one after another and said, "Should we take this opportunity to cheer for Junior sister and boost the atmosphere, like the people in Xuehe did?"
Chu Yi said disdainfully: "If you want to call me, then call me. But don't tell me you know me."
He would rather die than do such a shameful thing!
Seeing how resistant he was, Zixiu had no choice but to shrug and give up.
When Yue Liangze was returning to Taichu, he saw many people on the road rushing towards the martial arts arena. He also heard Lingluo's name on the way and couldn't help but look up.
What he saw at a glance was not only the arena, but also the man walking towards him.
He was dressed in a light black robe, with an ordinary sword on his waist. He had his head slightly lowered, and all the skin exposed outside his clothes was unusually pale, almost transparent under the sunlight.
When he came over, Yue Liangze happened to block his way, so he raised his eyelids.
This person is depressed.
It is very much in line with Wusheng's preferences.
Wusheng trembled slightly, and the extra scroll of Duanyi shook gently, sending out a signal that it wanted to chop this man down with a knife and feel his flesh and blood.
Yue Liangze held down Wusheng who was tied to his waist, and the trembling stopped instantly. He moved sideways to make way.
Mu Xujing lowered his eyes and glanced at Wusheng, and the two passed each other.
There was some mumbling afterwards, but Yue Liangze had good hearing and couldn't help but hear it all.
"The illegitimate son of Beiting Moon Palace... He has a gloomy face all day long, as if someone owes him something..."
"...He's not popular in the Moon Palace either. No one dares to talk to him. Look at how arrogant he is."
"It seems that the relationship with the Palace Master is not good..."
"My cultivation is not as good as Senior Brother Tan. I don't know why he was allowed to participate this time."
"What do you know? His aunt is the young lady of Taichu!"
Yue Liangze calmed his mind and entered the arena.
Song Yuanyuan had sharp eyes and saw him at once, then she waved to Yue Liangze.
The stands were basically full of people, and he had a hard time finding a seat.
Yue Liangze sat down next to him, a little surprised: "So many people?"
"Lingluo is very popular." Song Yuanyuan laughed, "Everyone wants to see how she beats other magical weapons with her wooden sword!"
Lingluo was always at ease and calm, always having the upper hand and winning three games in a row.
At this time, there were only four people left in the competition.
Bell vine at Tianji, Dongdao Island.
The snowy river in Nanshan is shining brightly.
The West Sea is Taichu Congxiu.
Mu Xujing of Beiting Moon Palace.
The judge drew lots on the spot, and two winners would be chosen from today’s duel, and the battle for the championship would be held tomorrow.
Draw results:
Ling Luo vs. Muxu Kyo.
Feng Tianyao versus Cong Xiu.
This surprised Lingluo a little.
At this time in her previous life, her opponent in the draw was Cong Xiu, and Feng Tianyao was playing against Mu Xujing.
Why did the lottery results change when I started over again?
She glanced in the direction of the judge with some confusion.
"This is quite interesting." Zi Xiu pulled Chu Yi's arm excitedly, "A wooden sword versus an ordinary saber, amazing!"
Chu Yi watched without changing his expression.
Mu Xujing was different from the other two. The sword in his hand during the fight was not a divine weapon nor a great top-grade weapon, but an ordinary sword.
Chu Yi felt that this person was not very interested in the duel.
The attitude is a bit perfunctory.
The competition started soon, and the stands, which were already sparsely populated, became packed.
"Speaking of the Beiting Moon Palace, do you know anything about it?" Zi Xiushen asked mysteriously, "It's related to this illegitimate child."
Chu Yi: “Not interested.”
If Chu Yi doesn't like to meddle in other people's family affairs, Ling Luo is just too lazy to care about love affairs.
So when Chu Yi said it was worth it, Ling Luo didn't care about the entanglements and only helped when Chu Yi needed help.
Song Yuanyuan looked at Lingluo and Mu Xujing on the stage and asked Yue Liangze excitedly, "Little father, what do you think of this?"
Yue Liangze said: "The wooden sword wins."
"You really have confidence in Lingluo! I'm worried. Mu Xujing is not like the previous ones. If Lingluo wins, she will have to fight Feng Tianyao or Congxiu next. Those two wooden swords are really hard to deal with." Song Yuanyuan was talking loudly, but the two people on the stage had already started fighting.
The show started very quickly. When they came on stage, they just looked at each other without any unnecessary greetings. Then they drew their swords at the same time and started fighting.
Song Yuanyuan was shocked when she saw the exciting sword energy on the stage. It was too fierce as the fight came without any warning!
Ling Luo glanced at the sword in Mu Xujing's hand and remembered that she met him a few days ago when she went to Jianlu to buy a wooden sword. She didn't know what he meant at that time, but now it seems that he also bought this sword in Jianlu.
Beiting Yuegong would not be stingy in giving him a decent weapon.
Ling Luo had not paid much attention to Mu Xujing before, and they had never fought each other. But now that they were fighting, she could feel the fierceness of his sword.
Each move was fierce and gave people a sense of compulsion, like a wild beast trapped in a cage, struggling and biting madly.
The sharp sword wind swept past, causing Ling Luo to turn her head to avoid it and slightly raise her eyebrows.
The two swords collided, and the burst of sword energy actually created some sparks.
Ling Luo smiled and said, "Why don't you use some of Yuegong's sword techniques, or have you not learned any of them?"
Mu Xujing frowned, still looking gloomy and indifferent.
"I look down on you," he said.
Ling Luo: "Do you look down on Yuegong swordsmanship or me?"
Mu Xujing glanced at her, "Swordsmanship."
"What a coincidence." Ling Luo slashed with a sword. Before the blade arrived, the wind from the sword had already stopped Mu Xujing from rushing over. "I look down on you too."
“Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful!” Zi Xiu excitedly grabbed Chu Yi’s arm and shook it, “This sword is beautiful!”
Chu Yi was so annoyed by his shaking that his head was full of black lines.
The spectators were all explaining excitedly.
Song Yuanyuan touched her head and asked Yue Liangze: "Why do I feel like something is wrong?"
"He didn't use the swordsmanship of the Moon Palace." Yue Liangze explained patiently, "His spiritual power is quite deep, but his swordsmanship is not from the Moon Palace, nor from the Twelve Immortal Sects."
Song Yuanyuan's heart skipped a beat: "Could it be that he created it himself?!"
So what kind of monster genius is this?
"No." Yue Liangze saw through it but didn't say anything.
Wusheng was shaking again, and Duanyi was shaking with it.
If the person it wanted to kill before was Mu Xujing, now after feeling the collision of swords on the stage, the person it wanted to kill became Lingluo.
Duan Yi tried his best to stop him: Wake up! If you kill her master, he will kill you!
Wusheng: Damn it!
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