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Now that she had agreed to Senior Mu Ye, Zhong Liqing would naturally not break her promise, but just discussed with her, at least to postpone the participation time until next month, leaving enough room for preparation.

It was the day of the January challenge again, this time Zhong Liqing went to the Sword Sharpening Platform at the foot of one of the main peaks, Tielin Peak, and it was also the place where Tsing Yi disciples competed.

This time, she didn't see the brothers and sisters of the Ao family and Chun Yuxiu, but saw Luo Zhonglun and another young man somewhat similar to him. The two were surrounded by a few servants, and they seemed to be in harmony, even if she was a newcomer who had just arrived. Disciples can also see it.

At that time, as soon as they left the sphere of influence of the Danyang County Palace, Zhong Liqing collected their information from everywhere without a trace, and also got a general idea of ​​the situation in the Palace.

The king of Danyang County has a wife and a concubine, but the other concubines are not mentioned. This wife has a son named Luo Zhiguang, who is a legitimate son, the heir to the title of the county king; and the concubine has two sons, the eldest son is The youngest son of Luo Zhonglun she met before was Luo Mengjie who she sent to the underworld to report.

Perhaps it was because of Ai Wu and Wu, that Danyang County King loved Luo Zhonglun, a concubine, very much, and even vaguely wanted him to inherit the title. Therefore, although the sons of the two county kings also came from the Luo family, they were in the same situation, and brought them along. The supporters behind him also looked at each other with disgust.

These two are similar in age and cultivation level, each challenge match is a battlefield where each other can show off their strengths, if they can overwhelm each other, they will be able to show off their power for a period of time.

In the past, they sent followers to fight each other. This time, due to the escalation of the conflict, it seems that the two righteous masters could not help but end.

When Zhong Liqing arrived at the square outside the sword sharpening platform with her sword in a leisurely manner, what she saw was a confrontation between the two sides, with swords drawn and no one willing to give in.

However, these two groups of people blocked the only road tightly. If they want to enter and sign up for the competition, they must pass.

Zhong Liqing frowned, and was thinking about how to sneak in under the noses of the two parties, but unexpectedly, Luo Zhonglun was sharp-eyed and recognized her immediately, and immediately greeted her with a chuckle, "Qin Miss, I haven't seen you for a period of time, but you are already a member of our generation of Tsing Yi, it's really very fast, I admire you very much."

"Thank you." Zhong Liqing didn't want to talk to him, since she had already recognized her by name, she didn't bother to hide any longer, so she simply bowed her head in greeting with him, and was about to walk over the two of them to the middle road , into the courtyard gate.

Unexpectedly, Luo Zhonglun hadn't opened his mouth yet, but Luo Zhiguang who was opposite him said, "Wait a minute, girl."

Zhong Liqing turned her head calmly, and looked at this young man who should have inherited the title as a matter of course, but had to compete with his younger brother because of his father's partiality. Too ordinary, he is indeed not as good as the handsome Luo Zhonglun, but his temperament is as steady as a rock, his eyes are not as frivolous and shapeless as Luo Zhonglun, and in terms of self-cultivation, this prince is naturally better.

However, Zhong Liqing was extremely impatient with the two brothers spreading the flames of war to someone else like her, so she didn't show any kindness towards the prince, she just pretended not to know the identities of the two, and asked indifferently: "What advice do you have, senior? "

"I heard that my second brother admired the girl very much, and I also want to make friends with him. I don't know what the girl thinks?" Luo Zhiguang said gently.

"It's not urgent, please let me register first, how about it?" Although Zhong Liqing replied to him politely, his expression was extremely cold.

"So-and-so is impatient, please, miss." Luo Zhiguang felt a sudden in his heart, and stopped pushing, and stepped aside in a pretentious manner.

Nodding her head, Zhong Liqing quickly left the right and wrong place in front of the door, and the two groups of people started to confront each other and yell at each other again. I'm afraid there will be no result within half an hour.

As one of the five peaks in Chonghua, Tielin Peak is also called Wufeng, which shows its martial arts atmosphere, and it is also for ulterior motives to arrange the sword sharpening platform in the foundation building period here.

I went to the counter to sign up, and put all the points on myself again. This time, the disciple on duty didn't say a word, and directly took care of it for her. It can be seen that he has more experience and experience than the sword sharpening platform in the Qi refining period. .

Zhong Liqing played with the number plate numbered [-], and found an inconspicuous position. Before the game started, she planned to observe the strength of each player, make a reference, and draw up a reasonable battle table.

She is currently only at the early stage of foundation establishment, but because of her unremitting practice in recent months, coupled with daily medicinal baths, her cultivation has approached the middle stage of foundation establishment, and her spiritual power reserve and full-out attack strength are even It can be compared to the late stage of Foundation Establishment, which is why she has the confidence to agree to Senior Mu Ye to participate in the Challenger League and strive for a hundred consecutive victories.

Another reason is that after watching Chunyuxiu's fight that time, her heart was really touched, and she was always full of spirits, which made her eager to try like her—maybe subconsciously It's because she doesn't want to admit defeat easily, and she also wants to prove that she is definitely not a coward.

The first person to play was a handsome young man in the early stage of foundation establishment. He was also very resentful for being the first to be drawn to play, but his mentality was also peaceful. After the game, he took the initiative to leave the game, and after that, the monks almost went through the scene, not interested in fighting.

Seeing the joy of fighting on their faces, Zhong Liqing couldn't help being greatly encouraged.

Not long after, the competition between No. [-] and No. [-] was already underway on the martial arts stage, and Zhong Liqing also began to flex his wrists calmly.

At this time, she heard a Tsing Yi disciple next to her, who was obviously Luo Zhonglun's dog leg, shouting: "Second Young Master is extremely talented, and his swordsmanship is superb. If he goes on the court, he will be able to defeat the heroes!"

The disciples belonging to Luo Zhiguang's camp on the other side were not to be outdone, and immediately retorted: "My son's miraculous skills are world-class, and his skills are exquisite. As long as he stands on the field, his opponent will immediately be scared to the ground."

——It’s true that one can blow better than the other.

It's so terrifying, could it be that your family's sons were transformed by monsters?

Zhong Liqing shook her head amusedly, and ignored the two groups of people who came and fought each other, passed through the crowd, and stepped on the road while those people were still arguing with each other without realizing it. Yan Wutai.

The scolding people on both sides, as well as the two brothers Luo Zhiguang and Luo Zhonglun, stared blankly at the girl who stood on the stage looking calmly, and fell silent in unison.

Zhong Liqing ignored their embarrassment and anger, shook the wooden sword with his backhand, and pointed it at Luo Zhonglun. When his face changed, the tip of the sword swept away, and then moved flat to the monk guarding the ring on the opposite side, and said with a light smile: "Please!" Advise."

The two sides put on a posture, and when the referee gave an order, they fought together.

The cultivator guarding the ring now seems to be only in his early thirties. His moves are very regular. It is also rigid and inferior.

Zhong Liqing had seen this set of sword skills before, so she naturally knew the opponent's next move, and blocked the sword that was approaching her face with her backhand. Zhong Liqing didn't even need to use other means, and sealed his next sword move according to memory. With a slant of the sword tip, it lightly crossed the wide open empty door and landed on his neck.

"Accepted." From her entry to the two of them starting to fight, and finally she locked the opponent's action to win the competition. It was only two breaths, and the monk didn't even have time to make the third move.

Zhong Liqing saw that his face froze, but didn't say much, and she exchanged salutes with her before stepping off the stage, not feeling very proud in her heart: It's not that this cultivator has never worked hard, his moves are quite muscular, and his strength is not bad , given time, it may not be impossible, the only thing is that she is too rigid in moves, and too rigid and unflexible. Unfortunately, when she meets someone who is proficient in moves like her, she predicts his next move in advance and seals him early. Moves, how could they win?

Because the friar's weakness was too obvious, Zhong Liqing won this match easily, and the others were not convinced. As soon as the friar stepped down, the next person couldn't help jumping up, intending to challenge her.

Zhong Liqing didn't care, she tilted the tip of her sword, stepped back half a step, made a gesture of invitation with her left hand, and waited for the opponent to make a move.

After the referee signaled, the man didn't give up. He first threw a short arrow made of flames and hit her directly in the face. Then he followed closely behind the rocket and stabbed with his sword, intending to catch someone by surprise.

The rocket came whistling, if he really taught that monk to succeed, Zhong Liqing might not be able to keep his face.

As early as after he came to the stage, he had noticed the movement of the spiritual power in his hand, and secretly became vigilant. When the rocket shot directly in front of her eyes, she did not panic, and she dodged sideways, leaning her neck back to avoid the hidden weapon that had passed by. As soon as the sword is sent, hold the edge of the sword that is following, and push forward with strength.

The empty left hand also condensed a ball of flames, but it was not used as a sneak attack, but turned into a long and thin matchlock, wrapped around the monk's sword hilt, and pulled after applying force.

Although the fire rope was long and slender, its temperature was extremely high, and it was flexible like a snake. From the moment it was put on the hilt, it quickly wrapped around the monk's hand holding the sword. When he was only focused on pulling the sword, it quickly Licked the back of his hand.

"Hiss—" The flame scorched the back of his hand, and the monk shuddered in pain, and subconsciously let go. Taking this opportunity, Zhong Liqing manipulated the fire rope to wrap around the hilt of the sword, and swung it in the opposite direction. Throw the sword down the stage.

The monk who had been disarmed originally wanted to fight her with spells, but he stopped thinking when he saw the "hula" ball in her palm rising in the wind, and the menacing flames—it was also the spiritual root of the fire department, Zhong Liqing's fire skills are much better than him, and he is definitely not an opponent when he loses his weapon.

Although he was not reconciled, the cultivator could only hold his scorched red hands and stepped down from the stage unwillingly.

——If it wasn't for this guy who came straight to the door, Zhong Liqing wouldn't deliberately burn the back of his hand.

This fire method was learned from the handwriting of Senior Mu Ye, so it is naturally not ordinary. If you are injured by this flame, unless it is a treasured elixir, otherwise, the wound will never heal without a few months of general care.

Zhong Liqing thought that she was being merciful, if there was no one else, she would not just hurt his right hand as simple as that.

For a woman who is good-looking and loves beauty-even though she is just ordinary in the eyes of these disciples-intentionally hurting her appearance is more unforgivable than taking her life.

The monk who just left the stage was No. [-], and after him, he skipped three numbers in a row before the monk jumped onto the stage again to challenge Zhong Liqing—the fire magic technique she showed just now really shocked many people ——At least the monks who have only just established the foundation at the early stage no longer dare to take the stage easily.

After waiting for a while, looking at the beautiful female cultivator strolling up to the stage, and glancing at the monks who were cheering for her, Zhong Liqing curled her lips, cheered up a little, and planned to speed up the pace of the battle.

——After all, there are still 98 games left before the [-]-game winning streak she promised to Senior Mu Ye.

... 98, 99, one hundred whole.

Hearing the referee's announcement of her victory, Zhong Liqing twitched the corners of her mouth, trying to raise a smile, but suddenly vomited a big mouthful of blood.

In the end, she did fulfill the promise of a hundred consecutive victories as promised, but the price she paid was not small—the meridian in her left hand was completely shattered, the tiger's mouth in her right hand was shattered, three ribs were broken in her chest, and a blood hole was pierced through her abdomen.

Although at the critical juncture, she turned sideways to avoid the vital point, but was still stabbed straight on, and there were even some black and red internal organ fragments in the blood spurted out.

Of course, the opponent who seriously injured her was even more uncomfortable. She stabbed her spine with a backhand sword, and even pounded hard in the myelin sheath. A ball of flame pressed the wound, burning him so much that he couldn't even scream It's all gone—if I don't get treatment in time, I'm afraid I'll spend the rest of my life unconscious on the bed.

If she injures herself by eight hundred, she must injure the enemy thousands.

Declining the support from the disciples on duty at the Sword Sharpening Terrace, Zhong Liqing tore off a piece of her clothes and tied it tightly to her abdomen, temporarily stopping the bleeding from her abdomen. He walked down the martial arts stage step by step, meeting the suspicious and awe-inspiring eyes of other disciples.

After this incident, I am afraid that the reputation of her ruthless execution will spread, and her name will also be on the list of the stone tablet.

——I want to be seen by that person, but I don't want her to know my notoriety.

Zhong Liqing gave a wry smile, and coughed up a piece of bloody viscera.

The author has something to say: Zhong Liqing: Why did I suffer such a serious injury!Am I not the hostess?

Qiye: Because you are weak...Anyway, you can't die anyway.

Zhong Liqing: Am I still your own?

Qiye: Of course it's not my own!Are you stupid!My wife is only 15 years old!

Zhong Liqing: It turns out that I am narcissistic, shameless and despicable. These genes are all passed down from you_(:зゝ∠)_

Qiye: ... Bah.

It sounds heavy, but in fact there is nothing wrong with it, I just vomited a few mouthfuls of blood, and I am not missing an arm or a leg, blind, deaf, amnesia, dementia... I wanted her to remove her arm ╮(╯_╰)╭