Traveling through memoirs

The rules of the martial arts conference are very simple:

One person takes the initiative to defend the ring, and the others attack and challenge the ring. The person who can defend the ring to the end is the winner.

This competition is also divided into two groups, one group is the battle between the juniors of various sects, and the other group is the competition between the elders.

The competition between the younger generation is based on the future of the sect, while the competition among the older generation is based on the current footsteps of the sect.

In the final analysis, this martial arts conference is just a pretext for people in the world to find out the truth of each faction.Because, although on the surface, the orthodox sects are all unanimous to the outside world, secretly, there are also many struggles between the various sects.

After all, regardless of whether the famous family is upright or the devil is crooked, if you want to recruit disciples to flourish, you will need resources and money.No matter whether it is a big school or a small school, neither school can sit on the mountain, and they all have some stores under their hands.

The types of shops in this shop are limited, and the resources in everyone's hands will inevitably crash.No matter how ugly the fight is in secret, the face must not be torn apart.So no matter how much you need these resources, you can't break your face for the resources.

So, how to solve this problem among sects?

Through the competition among the elders of the martial arts conference, one year's work and business can be finalized.

If in the competition of elders, which sects appear to be weak.Then this sect will have a hard time in the next year, it will inevitably be bullied by other sects, and the resources that originally belonged to this sect will also be divided up by other sects.

If he behaved more aggressively, he would be able to plunder more resources for his sect, and the next year would be quite leisurely, and the disciples could also concentrate on practicing martial arts without having to do their own work to improve their lives.

In fact, in the final analysis, it is still the truth of "whoever has the bigger fist has the final say".It's just that the decent family has beautified these things and made them more elegant.

Can [Purple Mist Valley], which belongs to the Demon Cult but participates in the martial arts conference, get a share of the pie?

The answer is of course: yes!

Otherwise, how could Qing Ziyan come to play on time every year?This way of slapping the face is basically shitting on someone's neck, completely offending everyone in the righteous way.If there is no benefit in this, it is just for fun.As the number one master of martial arts, Qing Ziyan is too muscular and brainless, isn't she?

From Qing Ziyan's point of view, it means "not only can you face a decent family, but you can feel comfortable in your heart; you can also obtain additional resources to improve the quality of life; you can also establish a reputation and keep [Ziyan Valley] worry-free for a year; finally It can also whip/tat the juniors and give them a lot of insight.Why not do it when you can do more than one thing? '

But Qing Luo felt, "The abalone bird's nest in [Purple Smoke Valley] is really not that easy to eat, no, I'm here to earn abalone."What I ate was vomited out intact, risking my life...'

The pace of the martial arts conference is very fast, and it is not as procrastinated as in the movie.

The first thing to do is the competition between the juniors. Everyone in the ring is very clear about their own strength. After about ten moves, the two sides can see the other side's reality.Except for two people who are about the same in strength, it will take a hundred or so moves to decide the winner.Those who feel that they have more than enough heart but not enough energy when they come up will admit defeat and step down after a few tricks.The duel between juniors has nothing to do with the faction's resource inclination, so there will be no situation of deadly fighting to the end at all.

When Ying and Qing Luo further explained the martial arts conference, seven or eight people had already changed in the arena.

Now standing on the ring is a female disciple from Piao Miao Pavilion, who has defended for three rounds, and after waiting for a long time, no one came to the ring again.

"When are we going to play?" Yingcao, who was gnawing on an apple, was eager to see that no one was on stage at the moment.

"You want to go on stage?" Qing Luo squinted at Yingcao as he handed the teacup in his hand to Ying Eleven.

"What's the matter?" The disdain in Qing Luo's tone was passed on to Yingcao without a trace, and Yingcao was a little annoyed immediately, with a displeased expression on her neck.

"Can I use poison?" Qing Luo didn't turn back to Yingcao, but instead looked at Ying.

Ying paused, recalled a little before opening his mouth: "There is no rule."

"That's okay~" Qing Luo took out the soft whip hidden in her wide sleeve and handed it to Yingcao: "Didn't I teach you a few tricks? Try it with her."

Qing Luo raised her eyebrows at the still strong woman on the stage: "If you can't beat it, use poison, if you can't, then use Gu, if you lose, I'll put you on the ring."

"Send her on stage."

Yingcao doesn't know martial arts, so if she can't make it to the ring, she has to rely on some external force.

Ying watched Qing Luo's still expressionless side face for a few seconds, and suddenly smiled.Shaking his head, a little helpless and admiring, with a wave of his sleeves, he pushed Yingcao onto the ring with his inner strength.

Yingcao, who was on the stage, was calm and introduced herself like everyone else: "[Purple Mist Valley] Yingcao."

"[Piaomiao Pavilion] Li Qin." The woman in Piaomiao Pavilion opposite saw that Yingcao was so small that even including the small bumps on her head, she couldn't even reach her shoulders, so she smiled: "Little sister, it seems that it is your elder brother." I used my internal strength to push you up. Remember to admit defeat if you can’t hold on, and it’s bad if you get hurt.”

Li Qin advised like this, but his subordinates were merciless, pointing the sword point at Yingcao's throat.

If you look at the Righteous Way and the Devil's Cult in the food chain, they are the natural enemies of life and death.Even if the other party is a childish little girl, it can't arouse the slightest pity.

Yingcao has never experienced such a posture of real swords and guns, she was a little flustered, and only knew how to block with a whip.

It was barely blocked this time, but the whip was also carried away, and it landed on Qing Luo's feet impartially.

Looking along the trajectory of the whip, Yingcao saw Qing Luo's playful face at a glance.

"I hate it!" Even if Qing Luo didn't speak, Yingcao knew that Qing Luo was laughing at her, and her anger immediately filled up.

With a wave of his little hand, Li Qin, who had just managed to get close to Yingcao's body, fell down.

Yingcao kicked Li Qin's waist angrily: "I hate it!"

Another foot stepped on Li Qin's face: "Why do you pick my whip over!! Damn it!"

While kicking and cursing, when everyone didn't react, Li Qin was kicked seven or eight times.

The person who presided over the martial arts meeting was a little confused. This match ended with one party admitting defeat or one party falling off the ring.

But what should we do now?

This Li Qin obviously lost, but she couldn't admit defeat, and judging by the little girl's appearance, she seemed unable to knock someone off the ring.

"Baby Cai, throw that woman down." The referee was in a dilemma, but Qing Luo opened his mouth to 'relieve' him.

"Isn't that a little too much?" The one who spoke was an elder from Piaomiao Pavilion, with a clear and moving voice, he was a beautiful young woman.

"Oh?" Qing Luo followed the voice and poked his eyes directly into the face of the speaker: "Is that so? But isn't the rule of this martial arts competition that one side admits defeat or falls off the ring? The disciples of your sect obviously surrendered now It's over..." The ending sound was made extremely long by Qing Luo, which seemed a little meaningful.

The other party was speechless for a while, and really couldn't refute Qing Luo.Naturally, the rules of the martial arts conference cannot be changed just because of a young disciple of her [Piao Miao Pavilion], and the atmosphere was a little awkward.

Suddenly, a loud 'bang' broke the somewhat frozen atmosphere.

While everyone was paying attention to the confrontation between Qing Luo and the elders of Piaomiao Pavilion, Yingcao had already dragged Li Qin's legs to the edge of the ring, and now she kicked him off with one kick.

The two-meter-high arena, without using internal energy to protect the body, is directly attached to it like a big pancake. If there is no injury, it should be sent to the laboratory for research.

You can't move, but that doesn't mean you don't feel pain.Bloody foam came out of Li Qin's mouth, and his body began to convulse under the physiological reaction.

"I'm exhausted!" Straightening up, Yingcao gasped along her small chest as if nothing happened: "Grandpa Ying, hug me down!"

Stretching out her hands, Yingcao begged for a hug and held her high.

Ying calmly flew up to the ring to pick up Yingcao, and confessed: "The little girl is not good at learning, and everyone laughs at her." Then she flew off the ring.

On the other side, Li Qin was carried down by the people of [Piaomiao Pavilion] for treatment.

"That's right..." Ying said calmly by putting Yingcao back on the seat next to Qing Luo.

"I'm amazing!" Yingcao looked proud, thinking that Ying was praising her.

Before Qing Ziyan arrived, many people were wondering if something had happened to [Ziyan Valley], and had been testing the reactions of [Ziyan Valley] and others.And Qing Luo's move unintentionally slapped those people's faces loudly.

So what if Qing Ziyan is not here?We [Purple Smoke Valley] still have the confidence to be arrogant!You think something happened to us in [Purple Mist Valley]. If you don’t believe in evil, you can come and make gestures to see what happened to us.

The bet this time is on those decent and cautious personalities.

I'm just crazy, I just dare to slap my face with great fanfare, do you dare to come and see if I have the confidence?

It's still an old saying, you have to be smart when you hit the face, and if you get caught, it may be self-defeating.

The slap this time is Yingcao, she is young and ignorant, it's not a big deal if she can't beat a coquettish and vicious person.Dare to let Yingcao play is to tell them that we, like previous years, don't care about this martial arts conference at all.It would be best if someone came out to object, Qing Luo choked back directly, which further proved that he was very confident.

As for Yingcao's use of poison to win the competition, the martial arts conference did not clearly stipulate that the use of poison was not allowed, and she stepped down after winning, and did not poison from beginning to end. It is impossible for righteous people to hold a child.

Even Ying had to admit this time that Qing Luo had considered everything thoroughly this time.

After Yingcao stepped down, someone came up and announced that the use of drugs was prohibited in the next competition.

Qing Luo and the others didn't take it seriously, [Purple Mist Valley] Do you need poison if you want to win?It's a joke.

In this way, the beating continued in an orderly manner, and another two hours passed.

The younger generation will decide the winner, and no one will challenge on stage.Qing Luo looked up bored, wanting to see which one of his family won the game.

As for whether he thought that someone from another school would win the competition, Qing Luo said, "It's a joke, what is our mission?"It's a slap in the face!If you lose, you will be slapped in the face, which does not match the title. '

As a result, when he looked up, he was really an acquaintance...

"When did he come to power?" Qing Luo looked at the green grass next to her who was gnawing an unknown number of apples.

"Huh? When did Little Eleven come on stage?" Yingcao was also taken aback, and dropped the apple from her mouth.