Women's First Swordsman [Transmigration Book]

"What? She wants to challenge Elder Meng?"

"Crazy..."

There was a lot of discussion in the audience, but Mu Bai turned a deaf ear to it, drew out his sword, waved his wrist, and pointed the tip of the sword obliquely at the ground.

Elder Meng believed that he would not lose to this young girl, but after being so blatantly provoked, his beard trembled with anger, he took a breath, and said, "Miss, do you really want to compete with this old man?"

Mu Bai bent his eyes and said, "The others are not my opponents."

Extremely arrogant.

Elder Meng really couldn't figure out where a junior from Qingliangu came to be so bold and dare to challenge himself.

You must know that even among the elders of the Chaosheng Pavilion, he is the one with the highest qualifications, second only to the pavilion master Nan Fengyi.

Elder Meng snorted coldly, and borrowed a piano from a disciple in the Chaoshengge camp, leaning across his arms, stroking the strings with his fingers: "Girl, be careful!"

As soon as the voice fell, the piano sound flowed from the strings like running water.

"Zheng-"

"Zheng-"

Chaoshengge's musical instruments are unusual. The strings are all made of special materials, and complemented with the school's mentality, it can play the effect of magic sounds that fill the ears.

But even the magic sound can only disturb people's mind slightly, and it can't achieve the killing effect of the sound of the piano. Therefore, there are several organs hidden in the musical instruments of Chaoshengge. people.

And reaching the level of Elder Meng is another way of fighting.

When playing the zither, combined with strange footwork and light work, the sound of the zither seemed to come from all directions. Mu Bai was disturbed, and he couldn't tell his position for a while.

He closed his eyes, opened them again, and the sound of magic came into his mind. In a trance, countless phantoms of Elder Meng split before his eyes.

Countless phantoms plucked the mechanism on the side of the strings at the same time, shooting out sharp silver needles.

There is only one silver needle, but it split into countless cold lights in Mubai's eyes, it is difficult to tell which one is the real one.

He swung Qinglian sword around his side with his hands and blocked the attack.

The method of reducing ten meetings with one force is used.

Elder Meng thought to himself: At first I thought this girl had something special, but now it seems that it is nothing more than that.

From the moment he started playing the zither, Mu Bai stood on the spot holding the sword, blocking it from time to time, without making any other movements.

Afraid that he couldn't find the location, he didn't dare to take out the sword rashly.

Elder Meng deliberately wanted to embarrass Mu Bai, so he was not in a hurry to attack, he only pulled out a few hidden weapons from time to time to tease him, and even deliberately slowed down his footwork to expose his figure, trying to lure him out of the sword.

After standing on the stage for such a long time, it would be embarrassing if the sword cut nothing.

However, Mu Bai didn't do what he wished, he stood in place like a wooden stake, only the pinnae moved slightly with the sound of the piano.

"They have been fighting for so long?"

"What is she doing? Why is she motionless? Could it be that she was stopped by Elder Meng's piano sound?"

Some disciples who were blinded by the beauty made confusing remarks: "That girl can survive so many tricks under Elder Meng's hands, it's amazing, amazing."

Elder Meng sneered secretly: If the old man hadn't conceded three points, would this ignorant girl have been able to carry her to this day?

He pulled out the rapier from the zither, with his toes on the edge of the ring, he flew towards Mubai.

Under the influence of the magic sound, in Mu Bai's sight, countless Elder Meng attacked from all directions holding the sword in the piano.

Is it over?

He closed his eyes, raised his hand and raised his sword, accurately blocking the only entity among countless phantoms.

Elder Meng didn't expect him to be able to judge his position, but his reaction was still extremely fast. With a flick of his wrist, he turned the Qin Zhongjian back and stabbed in another direction.

At the same time, Mu Bai also took a step forward, and then turned around at an almost weird angle and passed by his side.

In Elder Meng's sight, a white afterimage flickered.

These few steps were only in the blink of an eye, and others couldn't see the clues at all, only Luo Wangchuan who was sitting behind stood up.

If he read correctly, Mu Bai's few steps just now were borrowed from Elder Meng's movement skills.

Luo Wangchuan fixed his eyes on Mubai, and a terrible idea came to his mind: this girl is not moving, she is observing the law between Elder Meng's footwork and the sound of the piano, and using it for her own use.

If his guess is correct, then Qinglian Valley really produced a unique genius.

The most frightening thing about fighting between masters is not being defeated, but the fact that your opponent has cracked your unique skills and used his own methods to fight back against him.

On the ring, a figure in white swayed past like a ghost.

As soon as the Qinglian sword came out, Shi Potian was startled.

Elder Meng's piano and the sword in the piano were cut in two.

The cyan sword light stopped at the edge of the ring, and when everyone saw clearly, Mu Bai was holding a beard in his hand.

"Old man, your beard is too long and sloppy, please trim it for you."

The gray beard that grew to his chest was almost completely shaved. Elder Meng was holding the half-truncated piano, his face ashen.

The outcome of this match has been decided.

Mu Bai put the sword behind his back, bowed and said: "Concession."

Everyone in the audience stared blankly, completely silent.

Like the gunpowder that just ignited the fuse, after a while, someone who took the lead whistled, and the applause and cheers spread among the crowd like a prairie fire.

The disciples of Lingyun Palace let out a bad breath when they saw Elder Meng being deflated, and the booing sound almost knocked down the roof of their own house.

Huamei also raised her head and cheered a few times with her thin fists raised. She seemed to think that she was not standing tall enough, and she brought a small bench from somewhere and stepped on it to cheer for Mubai: "Xiaobai—Senior sister loves you!" -"

Mubai's feet swayed, and he almost fell off the edge of the ring.

The senior sister is too unreserved.

To be honest, Elder Meng is indeed very powerful. If he hadn't underestimated the enemy too much, the outcome of this competition would be hard to say.

Until he stepped down from the stage, Mubai's head was still filled with magic sounds, and it hurt a lot.

After walking a few steps, there was a sharp pain in the ears, and blood oozes out.

Seeing that Huamei was still in high spirits, Mubai didn't tell her that he planned to deal with the injury himself later.

There was a lot of noise in the crowd, and from time to time some disciples stopped him to strike up a conversation, asking this and that, Mubai's head was buzzing, and he even walked a little wobbly.

Suddenly, someone grabbed his wrist.

He thought it was someone with short eyes, frowned, raised his hand and shook it vigorously.

Didn't get rid of it.

A clear and gentle voice separated the noise: "Xiaobai."

Mu Bai turned his head and saw Su Mo appearing behind him at some point.

He looked back, but he didn't see Jin Yi and Ye Xing.

This guy came here pushing his wheelchair.

"what?"

Su Mo handed over a piece of gauze.

Mu Bai was taken aback for a moment, then shook his head when he came back to his senses: "I don't need it, you can take it yourself."

Su Mo smiled helplessly, and took Mu Bai's hand to signal him to come closer.

Reluctantly, Mu Bai got closer to him, then squatted down in front of Su Mo's wheelchair: "What are you trying to say?"

Su Mo suddenly leaned over, and gently wiped away the blood on his ear pinna with gauze, very lightly.

The black hair fell on Mubai's shoulders with a faint sandalwood fragrance, and he forgot to react for a moment.

The person next to the ear asked softly, "Still angry?"

"..."

It's better not to mention it, but when it was mentioned, Mu Bai remembered that he was used by Su Mo as a tool to revenge Jiang Cijing.

Jiang Cijing fell in love with him at first sight, so His Royal Highness rushed to show his courtesy.

Falsehood.

Mu Bai pushed Su Mo's hand away, turned around and walked up the stone steps of the hall.

Before he walked a few steps, he saw the head of Lingyun Palace standing on the stone steps, as if he was waiting for him.

Maybe martial arts practitioners age more slowly, ignoring their overall demeanor, Luo Wangchuan only looks like a young man in his early twenties, cold and handsome.If it weren't for the fact that the story of this insulated beauty had not been widely circulated, I am afraid that there would be even more people who admired him.

As a fellow swordsman, Mu Bai still has some respect for this sword idiot.

Then he stepped forward and saluted him.

Luo Wangchuan nodded with his hands behind his back, "I never thought that Qinglian Valley would cultivate such a genius quietly for so many years."

Mu Bai said modestly: "What did Sect Master Luo say? Lingyun Palace is also full of talented people. Thanks to brother Ziyi taking care of things for us last night, we slept peacefully."

Luo Wangchuan's brows and eyes moved slightly, and he was quite dissatisfied with his apprentice in his words: "Ziyi's talent is indeed good, but...he can't become a great weapon if he doesn't focus on the sword."

After a pause, he said again: "If you are not in a hurry to leave, you should stay in Lingyun Palace first."

Mubai: "Huh?"

Luo Wangchuan thought he was not happy, and added: "Your senior sister can also stay."

"..."

"Lingyun Palace has a few places with good views. When the time comes, ask Ziyi to take you for a walk. Don't worry about spending money. I have ordered the steward to arrange all food and clothing expenses for you according to the elder's specifications...Why, why don't you What's not to like?"

Mu Bai quickly shook his head: "No, no. Thank you, Head Luo."

In this way, Mu Bai stayed in Lingyun Palace.

Early the next morning, Luo Ziyi invited him to sit in the small hall.

When Mu Bai stepped into the palace gate, Su Mo, Huamei, and Jiang Cijing were all seated.

Huamei picked up the latest Jianghu post newspaper and waved to him: "Xiaobai, come and see, you are famous."

Mu Bai took a closer look, and the headlines in black and white on the top were extremely eye-catching——

Rock-shattering!The disciples of Qinglian Valley were so terrifying.

After years of seclusion, the No. [-] sect of Jialan finally reappeared.

The elders of Chaosheng Pavilion suffered a disastrous defeat, or will Qinglian Valley rise?

Mubai: "..."

In order not to accidentally spray it out, he folded the post newspaper and pressed it on the table before pouring himself a cup of tea.

At this time, a teacup moved over from the other side of the table, which contained a clear brown liquid.

Su Mo said softly: "Xiaobai, this is a decoction for calming the mind, it will make you feel better after drinking it."

Mubai: "..."

He really had a headache and stayed up all night, and his ears were still ringing in the morning.

Even so, Mu Bai held up the teacup and moved it back as it was: "I'm fine, don't worry about Mr. Su."

Moving closer, Su Mo lightly pressed his hand, then pushed it back: "It's just a bowl of medicine, so why be polite."

Mu Bai moved over again: "I don't like to drink medicine, Mr. Su can drink it by himself."

Move it back——"There is honey in the medicine, so it's not bitter."

Move over—"It's not a matter of suffering or not."

Move back - "What's the problem?"

The poor teacup was covered by two people in their hands, pushing it back and forth.

Sitting opposite Jiang Cijing, he nudged Luo Ziyi lightly with his elbow: "Did the two of them quarrel? Here's my chance?"

Luo Ziyi looked at the folded hands on top of the teacup, pondered for a moment and said, "Brother Jiang, I didn't hit you. Don't you think...these two people seem to be facing each other, but they are actually there?"