The rain still didn't stop. As soon as the game ended, the packed audience put on their raincoats and hats and hurried away.

Wang Jiaoxi first counted all his disciples and then led them all back to the room.

"Shanshan, you are the senior sister. You will take the promoted junior brothers and sisters to bathe and change clothes, and arrange for the hotel to cook some ginger soup for us."

The older female disciple nodded in agreement.

In their Yuncheng martial arts gym, six people advanced in the first round, three men and three women, which was quite even.

Although the others lost, they had nothing to be upset about. They went to change their clothes and helped keep an eye on the food in the hotel kitchen, and then sent people to stand guard.

Some people also took some spare money and gave it to the service staff, asking them to help invite a well-known doctor in Zhaocheng to diagnose everyone's pulse.

Naturally, the competition committee has arranged for several doctors to guard the place, and they are all famous doctors. However, there are a large group of warriors participating, and these few doctors are not enough.

No one at the Yuncheng Martial Arts Center was seriously injured.

Asking a doctor to take a look is just a precaution, lest you accidentally leave hidden injuries.

Su Hang replied: Practice with your hands!

"Hmm."

Mu Qingyun: "..."

In today's contest with Sun Feifei, she only made one move, but after this move, her progress was comparable to that of the previous month.

Zhuo Yanfei took a deep breath and glanced at his disciples with a smile: "Why are you still standing there? Everyone who has a competition tomorrow should go back and rest."

Teacher Wang and others were gathering in the pavilion to talk.

Mu Qingyun's sword became smoother and smoother, and her movements became faster and faster. The window was open, and the rain outside the window seemed to be dancing with her sword, and thunder could be heard everywhere.

The fog in my heart is gone, and my mind is clear.

In fact, Su Hang is very good at petting cats.

Wang Jiaoxi looked gloomy: "Before tomorrow's competition, all disciples are not allowed to leave the hotel. If you have to leave, you must report to me first, and you must go together."

"By the way, what about that kid? The punishments of the Vajra Sect are detailed." Zhuo Yanfei frowned, "It's too ridiculous. The old problem of the Vajra Sect. I have told you many times that it is easy to break when it is too hard, but I just don't listen."

Mu Qingyun looked around and saw that Su Hang gave Situ Qingshuang a seat and poured him a bowl of soup. He was a little surprised for a moment.

"Also, if they want to come to the country, why don't they just let them come? Don't worry about finding any excuses at the border and just blast them out. Isn't it difficult?"

Jin Shangqiao is a veteran in seeking truth.

Talent doesn't just depend on your bones.

Situ Qingshuang said calmly: "I can fight."

Mu Qingyun's eyes fell on Situ Qingshuang, and he couldn't help being surprised.

Others have been learning the "Spring Feeling" for several years, and when they use it, the instructors scold them, saying that it is not the spring feeling, nor is it continuous, and they are as nervous as holding a kitchen knife between their thighs.

Everyone: "..."

There are also two white long-haired cats in the pavilion, one with yellow eyes and one with blue eyes, and their hair is soft.

"But God is so unfair. Am I not as diligent as him? Or am I not as good as him? No, but no matter how hard I practice, no one can reach the country faster in one go."

Chen Yi couldn't help but feel a little jealous: "Su Hang's hands are so heavy, can he handle a kitten well?"

It was Senior Li from the competition committee. With an angry look on his face, he stood up and paced back and forth.

Even through the rain and fog, the sound could penetrate through the window and into the hall.

The disciples in the audience were in an uproar.

Chen Yi sighed, "Qingqing said it right, it's jealousy that has changed me beyond recognition."

He only entered the martial arts gym three years ago. Before joining, he only had a rough grasp of boxing and kicking, and had never seriously studied martial arts at all.

Chen Yi grabbed Mu Qingyun's sleeve, and her heart was beating wildly. You must know that even their sect leader Zhuo Yanfei has not yet broken the delusion, but only seeks the truth.

After taking a bath, she and Chen Yi, who had also taken a bath, wrapped their hair and lay down on the balcony of the room to gaze at the scenery.

The Anbang Dingguo Tournament usually takes less than half a month from start to finish every year, sometimes even longer.

Speaking of which, the man in their Yuncheng Martial Arts School, whose martial arts skills are second only to his senior brother, is one year younger than Chen Yi, and started a few years later than Chen Yi.

Chen Yi and four other senior brothers and sisters also won.

Mu Qingyun changed his position comfortably and said nothing.

Chen Yi muttered angrily: "We are too shameless, sect master, you seniors, why didn't you think of killing Mu Luosheng's gang on the way."

Everyone: "..."

Su Hang has a cold temperament, and he is not very respectful in front of Master Zhuo Yanfei Zhuo.

"On the way to Zhaocheng, Situ encountered two sieges. The ones who did it were clearly unclear in most of the martial arts. There were fourteen people, more than half of whom were masters in the subtle realm. The others were also in the ninth level. There was also a request.

A real master will lead the team."

The fight went smoothly, with three consecutive wins.

Mu Qingyun took a bath in the bathtub, and his senior sister also gave him a medicine pack for promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis, which made his whole body feel comfortable.

Who can I talk to to reason with you?

"Hey, our junior brother Su actually gives up his seat?"

Everyone then breathed a sigh of relief.

He hugged the big, round, beautiful white cat and stroked it from head to tail. His whole body was as gentle as if he was soaking in a hot spring, with bubbles purring.

In the recent period, the sect leader has been in seclusion. He is looking for a breakthrough. He has accumulated a lot of experience and is about to reach the point where he can break his delusion. There is only one chance left.

Mu Qingyun returned to the room and started practicing sword practice on the wide balcony.

Mu Qingyun looked around along the way. Not only their Yuncheng Martial Arts School, but also disciples from other sects gathered in twos and threes with serious expressions. They quickly passed through the verandah and gathered at the pavilion.

Situ Qingshuang's face was pale and her lips were blue. Although her spine was still straight, her breath was quite unstable.

Chen Yi pulled the towel from her hair and dragged Mu Qingyun to watch the excitement.

Mu Qingyun played three games in one day.

Situ Qingshuang whispered: "It seems to be Jin Shangqiao from the Black Dragon Path of the Three Islands Country."

And there is no solution to the problem of genius.

For example, when it came to sword practice, she had also heard rumors circulating in the martial arts school that Su Hang was drinking with some of his fellow apprentices, and after drinking, the fellow apprentices asked for advice on how to practice sword practice.

In other years, maybe everyone can take it easy, but this year, it is definitely a competition that requires all the energy, physical strength and endurance.

that is!

All the disciples were stared at by Master Zhuo with a half-smiling look, and they immediately dispersed.

Su Hang is also here.

Mu Qingyun also nodded.

From the second day onwards, the intensity of the competition gradually increased.

Junior Brother Su's implication is that swordsmanship can be mastered with hands.

Just below the balcony is an artificial lake, with two rockeries on the lakeside and three octagonal pavilions. Several golden fish in the lake sway their tails slowly, and there are cranes hiding under the verandah on the shore to take shelter from the rain.

Everyone turned to look at Situ Qingshuang.

When I was distracted for a moment, I heard an angry voice burst out from the pavilion: "This is unreasonable, it's too much to bully others!"

In fact, the other disciples from the Yuncheng Martial Arts Hall who came to gain experience were naturally eliminated in the first round. The rest were all elites, and it was natural to win a few games.

On the third day, Mu Qingyun finally met a serious and good opponent.

Zhao Xiang, a disciple of Yanzi Clan, a famous family in the south of the Yangtze River.

Last year, Anbang ranked tenth in the national competition.
Chapter completed!