who knows

Zhong Liqing is not addicted to gambling, but she is an adventurous person in her bones, so she can bet all the points on herself without hesitation - because she is sure that she will not lose.

The disciple on duty confirmed her choice again and again before completing the bet for her, but he looked at her with a hint of regret and mockery: "Little girl, I kindly remind you that in this challenge, the bet is against me. Quite a few, but almost none of them won the bet in the end—to be blindly confident in oneself is a kind of stupidity.”

Zhong Liqing understood what this disciple meant, and was not angry, she nodded and thanked him for the point, then took her trustworthy golden sword, turned and returned to the martial arts stage.

—Almost none, but it doesn’t mean none.

When she came back after making the bet, the good position she had occupied was already filled with a group of young female cultivators. Ao Youxuan on the stage had left the stage at some point, and the guard had been replaced by Ao Shaoshang.

He was stepping down a man with a gloomy temperament, and warned in a cold voice: "No matter how unworthy Ao San is, she is also my sister. How can you bully her? If you dare to hurt her, I will pay you back tenfold!"

While talking, he stepped on and broke the man's left leg.

"Stop! I admit defeat! Stop!" The man screamed, slapped the table and shouted loudly—the rules of the challenge match, if one party admits defeat, the other party is not allowed to attack again, otherwise it will be regarded as a foul and will be punished. disqualified from continuing the competition.

But if one side has not conceded defeat, then fight until one side leaves the martial arts stage, or... dies.

Although there is Xingfeng to maintain order, there are always a few disciples who die on the martial arts stage every month. , but it is gone - life and death are up to fate, success or failure is up to God, but the path chosen is a person's own.

These disciples have chosen their own way out on the martial arts arena, so no matter whether they live or die, they must be enlightened.

Seeing the disciple with the broken leg being carried down, and the disciples standing on the edge of the martial arts stage applauded loudly, cheering for Ao Shaoshang. Among them, most of them were female monks. When the referee was about to call his number, he walked up calmly.

Seeing her on the stage, Ao Youxuan who was waiting in the audience was more surprised than Ao Shaoshang who was guarding the ring. After being surprised, she was worried: She knew Ao Shaoshang's ability. It's a dream come true to defeat Ao Shaoshang in such a few months.

She is Ao Shaoshang's younger sister, and her elder brother stood up for her just now, making her turn against the water and support Zhong Liqing, she still can't do it... But in Ao Youxuan's private heart, she still prefers the delicate and indifferent girl.

It is also because of this that she couldn't help but sweat for Zhong Liqing: "Ao Shaoshang, although he looks like an upright gentleman, but when it comes to fighting, he is more ruthless than anyone else——" In the end, he lost to Zhong Liqing, but it was really unexpected.

"It turned out to be you." Ao Shaoshang smiled as he watched Zhong Liqing walk up to the martial arts stage step by step, but a thin layer of frost began to appear on the mahogany sword in his hand, "I haven't seen you in a few months, Brother Qin, oh no, it should be Calling you Miss Qin is...Miss Qin, Sister She cares about you very much."

Ao Youxuan, who was standing under the stage, heard him open his mouth to break her own mind, her face turned red all of a sudden, and she wished she could rush up and beat him up immediately - what are you worried about?Who cares about her?Besides, if you are worried about something, ask him to talk more...

Zhong Liqing raised her eyebrows in surprise, and glanced over lightly; but she saw Ao Youxuan took a deep breath, turned her back silently, and tried to leave the scene as if nothing had happened, but her hands and feet showed her The restlessness in her heart can be seen by anyone with a discerning eye: Miss Ao San is so embarrassed that her neck turns red.

"It's okay, you can still call me Brother Qin." Sensing Ao Shaoshang's undisguised hostility, Zhong Liqing slowly poured spiritual power into the sword in his hand, and looked at him calmly, "Thanks for your love, I miss Miss Ao San quite a lot... Even for you, Brother Ao, I miss you very much."

While she was talking about Nianxiang, she raised her sword and pointed it at Ao Shaoshang, which was full of provocation. The disciples who thought the two had some ulterior ambiguity saw the clue: Between people, I'm afraid they don't deal with it.

Seeing the sparks flying between them, the onlookers held their breaths and focused. Ao Youxuan, who retreated to a far corner, clenched her fists, while Chunyuxiu, who avoided a group of admirers, watched with great interest— —Everyone is waiting for the duel between the two.

At this moment, a smiling male voice suddenly broke the stagnant air and attracted everyone's attention: "Hey, isn't this a boy from the Ao family? When did you join us in Chonghua? Why didn't you say anything to your brother?" ?”

——Wearing a blue robe, he is a disciple of the foundation building period.

"Who did I think it was? It turned out to be you! Second Young Master Luo Zhonglun, why don't you greet my brother all the time, and my younger sister never forgets you." Ao Youxuan sneered on the other side, but took the conversation.

"Little girl, don't be presumptuous! How can you call Brother Luo's name?" The gray-clothed disciple who followed Luo Zhonglun immediately scolded Ao Youxuan.

"Hey, Yin Huan, don't be rude!" Luo Zhonglun pretended to persuade, but his expression was arrogant.

Ao Youxuan hated this guy's look of being indifferent the most, but she had no intention of entangled with him, she just snorted coldly, turned her head and stared at the two people who were fighting, without taking her eyes off it.

Frowning, Luo Zhonglun handed the trustworthy golden sword at his waist to Yin Huan beside him, and said loudly on purpose: "Go and bet for me, Master Ao will win."

Although the others despised his grandstanding appearance, they also went to the counter to bet that Ao Shaoshang would win; only a few people put their treasure on Zhong Liqing.

——The Luo family?

It's been a long time.

Zhong Liqing squinted her eyes, looked away, and met Ao Shaoshang who didn't care.

And just when Luo Zhonglun in Tsing Yi spoke again, Zhong Liqing and Ao Shaoshang unanimously raised their swords forward and stabbed at each other, using exactly the first move of Lingxiao Nine Changes - shepherd boy guiding the way .

Pointing at the point of the sword, one has strong spiritual power and is frosty and cold; the other is delicate and agile, with a tricky angle. Although it is the same move, it is performed by these two people, but they have completely different styles.

As if there was a deliberate rivalry, the blades collided, and the spiritual power was mutually beneficial. In a staggered moment, the two withdrew their strength at the same time, and used the second move, as if they had agreed to use the same sword move to determine the winner. ——In the first few moves, no clues could be seen, but in the last few moves, the two people's very different styles and kendo accomplishments slowly emerged.

Ao Shaoshang's movements are as regular as a textbook, and he can't find any mistakes. It's like a perfect reproduction of the swordsmanship taught by Yan Zichu at that time, almost 100% copied, even the sword posture can be simulated A little bit, mixed with his unique ice-type spiritual power, the sword energy he swung carried a howling cold wind.

On the other hand, Zhong Liqing, every move seems to be regular, but it has some shadows of Han Mei Aoxue's sword move. She inadvertently mixed the two swordsmanship together. The shape is similar but supernatural, and the sword's power is like the sky. , but it is like the scene in March, with thousands of changes, making people unpredictable.

In the last few moves of the fight, Zhong Liqing had figured out Ao Shaoshang's reality, but the opponent was increasingly unable to figure out her sword moves - which one was better and which one was worse.

The more Ao Shaoshang fought, the more frightened he became. He didn't expect that this girl, who somehow made her younger sister's thoughts go wrong, would have such attainments in swordsmanship. I'm afraid that when the five schools were fighting for supremacy and hundreds of people were chasing each other, she also deliberately hid her own strength—otherwise, she would have lost her strength. How could one go from the early stage of Qi refining to the late stage of Qi refining so quickly?

This kind of cultivation speed is almost as good as his eldest sister's peerless appearance. It seems that it is not unreasonable for Ao San to pay attention to her.

Ao Shaoshang was annoyed that he had thought of belittling Zhong Liqing before, and he didn't use his full strength, thinking that he would use the same sword move to defeat her, which would be regarded as humiliating her; now it seems that he was not thinking about how to win , but to consider how undefeated.

At this time, Zhong Liqing suddenly smiled at him, and said via voice transmission: "Boy, if your level is only like this, it's a pity that I don't have the patience to play with you anymore—let's call it a day."

Ao Shaoshang was shocked, but saw Zhong Liqing's casual eyes sharpen instantly, a huge force suddenly came from the opposing blade, and his sword seemed to be out of control, and began to struggle in his palm When he woke up, it seemed that an invisible force was pulling the mahogany sword in his hand, making it impossible for him to control it smoothly, let alone fight with it.

Under the ebb and flow, Zhong Liqing slashed like a bamboo, and the sword in Ao Shaoshang's hand flew away.

The sword flew out, and by coincidence, it stabbed at the feet of Luo Zhonglun, who was talking and laughing loudly. Less than half an inch from the tip of his toes, it penetrated deeply into the stone platform. The wooden sword was wrapped in ice-type spiritual power. The ice crystals shattered inch by inch and landed on his shoe. The cold air made him take a step back suddenly, and stared at where Feijian came from with an unhappy expression, but he only saw Ao Shaoshang's stiff figure.

The talking and laughing stopped abruptly.

The sword in Zhong Liqing's hand was resting firmly on the side of Ao Shaoshang's neck, as long as it was tilted a little further, it would be able to cut his skin and split his meridians... The wooden sword was not sharpened, and the corner of Zhong Liqing's mouth was also pierced. There was a slight smile, but Ao Shaoshang felt inexplicably that the sword on the side of his neck seemed to be a thousand weights, and there was a layer of cold sword intent on the sword, which made him feel as if he was being stabbed by someone. The ancient ferocious beast has captured the gate of life, if there is any movement, the consequences will be disastrous.

His ice, in the face of this extreme cold, has no chance of winning - the girl in front of him, who looks gentle, is so chilling.

Ao Shaoshang was secretly startled, is he the only one who feels this way?

That's right, this chill was transmitted from the sword, and I am afraid that only the person pointed at by the tip of her sword can truly feel the despair of being unable to fight back - that is an invisible sword force , like falling into an abyss, even the thought of resistance is swallowed up.

Perhaps it should be called Sword Intent.

--horrible.

Ao Shaoshang could only think of these two words.

"Brother Ao, I've accepted it." It felt like a long time, but it was only a few breaths. Zhong Liqing withdrew his sword, bowed his hands to Ao Shaoshang with a smile on his face, and even stepped forward to pat him. His shoulders seemed to be on good terms with him.

"...Brother Qin is superior in skill, so it's not as good as this one." Ao Shaoshang smiled stiffly, then cupped his hands at Zhong Liqing, and quickly got off the martial arts stage, not caring about suppressing the boos of his winning disciples, He left in a hurry, even Ao Youxuan called him from behind, but he didn't hear him, looking like he was out of his mind.

——Tsk, it seems that the attack is heavy.

Zhong Liqing looked at his back and blinked innocently.

After comprehending the formation Tao comprehension given by the girl in white, she was most obsessed with the formation runes related to space transmission, and she benefited a lot from repeated research.

After teleporting, she discovered her new ability, which is the ability to concentrate her consciousness and manipulate other objects, which also confirmed her previous guess about this power: not only can she move herself, but also other objects.

This also involves a special kind of spiritual power fluctuation, but it is not in the attributes of the five elements or other derived spiritual power that she knows, but it is somewhat similar to the spiritual power fluctuation produced when depicting the teleportation array - Zhong Liqing can't help guessing: Could it be that this is the mysterious and mysterious way of space?

The moment she used that kind of spiritual power, her spiritual consciousness was withdrawn but she was here again. The indescribable sense of dissociation was shocking.

She felt as if there was a voice in the dark that was guiding her, even inducing her to use and master this special spiritual power, and made her believe without reason that this was the so-called power of space—even though she I have never been in touch with relevant documents, and I have found a reasonable explanation, and even the oldest letter left by A Niang has never mentioned this kind of secret... But Zhong Liqing has such a feeling, as if it was a long time ago. It is the cognition that is imprinted in the soul.

She is afraid of this unknown power, but because of the strength of this power, her heart is swayed, she is dazzled, and she is unconsciously captured.

When I was fighting with Ao Shaoshang just now, the blades touched each other, and I felt that he was going to press him with concentration, so I subconsciously manipulated the sword in his hand, and then realized that this special spiritual power was too frightening, it was not It is suitable to be used in such a large crowd, so he withdrew his spiritual power, and instead incorporated the learned sword intent into his sword moves to suppress Ao Shaoshang's sword moves.

That was the cold sword intent that she had comprehended from practicing the Hanmei Aoxue sword technique countless times.

Sword Intent is the unique perception of the Sword Dao of a sword cultivator. There are thousands of Sword Intents in the world. If one can comprehend one of them, the Sword Dao will be regarded as a real breakthrough. Only a monk who has comprehended the Sword Intent can become a sword cultivator.

Ao Shaoshang has practiced swordsmanship since he was a child, and he has a good foundation, but although he has learned some of Yan Zichu's sword moves, he has only imitated them in vain, without his own uniqueness, while Zhongliqing has melted into the ice and snow The momentum and the artistic conception of the majestic cold plum not only sealed Ao Shaoshang's sword momentum, but also strangled his spiritual conception - as long as she had a single thought, he could crush his spiritual consciousness and seriously injure him.

Of course, Zhong Liqing would not do this, even if it wasn't for the sake of the little snake, she didn't need to be cruel - all she wanted was to win the challenge.

If it wasn't necessary, she didn't want to be stained with blood in Chonghua's territory.

It's just that there are always some clowns who want to force her to tear off her mask of kindness with her own hands.

Although she was reluctant, she would not show mercy... She wanted to come to that Mr. Luo Mengjie, but also hoped that her elder brother would go down to accompany him soon.

Standing on the ring, looking down at Luo Zhonglun and the followers around him condescendingly, Zhong Liqing slowly raised a gentle smile.

——Those who are familiar with her will know that the wider and gentler she smiles, the more miserable the enemy's fate will be.

The author has something to say: Qiye: Speaking of which, the happier you laugh, the more ruthless you strike... Isn't that a pervert?

Qing (with a gentle smile): Hehe.

Qiye: Sorry I was wrong Orz

Thanks to the cannon fodder name of the vague Arctic friendship reminder - Yin Huan