Women's First Swordsman [Transmigration Book]

Lieshazhou is full of dust, and the wind is chasing.

Even if he raised his sleeves to cover his face, Mu Bai felt that his eyes could hardly be opened.

Everyone in Qinglian Valley wore a light blue veil, so they didn't eat a mouthful of sand.From a distance away, the voices of the disciples of Lingyun Palace could still be heard "Bah, bah, bah."

All the people marching against the wind and sand all complained: "Whoever chooses the broken place is really a talent."

Mu Bai narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at the huge tent not far away covered by yellow sand.

It is completely different from the imagined venue of the martial arts conference, and it looks like a refuge in the desert.

This sense of disillusionment only subsides after entering the tent.

Strong winds and sand are blocked outside, the field of vision is clear and wide, and the layout of the venue can be seen clearly.The arena, plum blossom piles, and a circle of high platforms.

Ignoring the whistling surrounding background sound and the canopy that restricts the use of Qinggong, it still looks good.

On the high platform, Chaosheng Pavilion was sitting in the central seat, Lingyun Palace was next to them, the three Wuyi sects had also taken their seats, and some unaffiliated Jianghu people were scattered everywhere.

Qin Jiuge led the disciples of Qingliangu up the temporary wooden ladder and sat on the left side of Chaosheng Pavilion.

Huamei tugged on Mubai's sleeve: "Look, Xiaobai, there might be the juniors and juniors of His Royal Highness there."

Mu Bai followed her fingers and looked to the other side.

Xuanhemen is the one with the least number of visitors among the Wuti and Jialan sects. There are less than ten people sitting sparsely. They are all dressed in white and have beards among them. The oldest one should be the head of the sect.

He thought for a while and asked Huamei: "What kind of seniority is old Baihe in Xuanhemen?"

Huamei said: "Old Baihe—that's a master of a generation, and the current heads of Xuanhe Sect are all disciples of this old man."

In this way, Su Mo and the head are of the same generation.

Mubai looked at the master Xuanhe who was stroking his gray beard, and then thought about his good brother... forget it or not.

He sat down with his seniors, looked around and saw waiters shuttled between the venues, bringing tea and pastries to each school.

In the Chaosheng Pavilion camp, Nan Fengyi sat in the center of the front row, with Elder Meng on his right and a woman in purple clothes whom he had never seen before on his left; in front of the Lingyun Palace team, Luo Wangchuan brushed his teacup and was talking to Luo Wangchuan. Ziyi said something.

As for the three sects of Wuti, Pianyuguan is led by Taoist Tingyue, and the rest of the disciples are younger than her. I am afraid this time they are just going through the motions to make soy sauce; Sitting silently; only Konggu Temple seemed to be serious about coming to the martial arts competition, Master Kongyuan sat in the center of the town, there were familiar faces in the team, it was the three monks I met last time.

Among the unaffiliated crowd below, there was a flash of light, Mu Bai looked there, and saw Jiang Cijing.

He wears the Wanjing Commander's badge on his waist, standing beside the camp of Lingyun Palace, he probably came with Luo Ziyi and the others.

The time has come, and the waiter lowers the curtain of the tent.

The purple-clothed woman sitting on Nan Fengyi's left hand jumped lightly from the high platform, landed gracefully in the center of the ring, and saluted to the square high platform.

Mu Bai asked in a low voice: "Senior sister, who is that?"

Huamei said: "Elder Meng's daughter, Meng Shu, is said to be the most powerful among the younger generation in Chaosheng Pavilion."

At the same time, under the high stage, Mengshu said politely: "Thank you all for coming to participate in the martial arts conference, the little girl Chao Shengge Mengshu. This time, the master of Nanfeng Pavilion entrusted me with the important task of hosting the conference..."

She was eloquent, and she hadn't finished reading the opening speech for half an hour. Mu Bai rubbed her ears: "As expected of Elder Meng's daughter, do they have a set of speeches for Chaosheng Pavilion?"

Huamei made him laugh, and said: "I think this girl is better than Elder Meng, at least she is gentle and polite, not eccentric."

After another half a quarter of an hour, the speech was finally over, and it was time to enter the competition session of the martial arts competition.

A waiter came to the stage holding a wooden box.

"This time, the names of all the contestants from each sect are in this box. The opponents will be determined by drawing lots. The winner will advance to the next round—" Meng Shu looked around and asked loudly, "Is there any young hero who is willing to take the lead? If there is no one ..."

Before the second half of the sentence was finished, he was interrupted by someone in the audience: "I'm coming!"

The one who made the sound was a chivalrous man of no background, with a big sword wrapped in black cloth on his back. The coarse cloth had no sleeves, exposing the vigorous muscles of his arms.

He strode onto the ring and put his hand into the box.

He took out one, glanced at it, then grabbed the note and shouted to the high platform: "Xuanhe Gate, Yi Qingxue."

When Mu Bai heard the prefix, he looked towards the Xuanhe Gate.

Beside the head of the sect, a girl in white with an umbrella stood up, with her toes a little on the edge of the railing, the umbrella opened in mid-air, and fluttered down towards the ring, like a light white butterfly.

Xuanhemen is famous for its lightness skills, lightness and absolute dust, the iconic weapon is not only the folding fan, but also the paper umbrella, the folding fan is a hidden weapon, and the paper umbrella is a sword.

Mu Bai only knew that Su Mo used a folding fan, but he had never seen him use an umbrella.

On the ring, Meng Shu and the waiter holding the wooden box had left.

The two sides of the battle performed the etiquette of the rivers and lakes with each other, and the contest officially began.

The chivalrous man drew out the big sword behind his back, and his shot was a jump cut.Yi Qingxue's body faltered past, using the standard Xuanhemen movement method.

Mu Bai touched a plate of pastries with great interest.

Just as he was about to watch while eating, he suddenly remembered Su Mo's reminder on the note.

He paused and put the sweet-scented osmanthus cake back as it was.

On the ring, the two sides went through a dozen or so moves. Yi Qingxue opened the umbrella and flicked the handle of the umbrella. The paper umbrella was suspended in mid-air, spinning on its own like a clockwork top, driving the surrounding air.

As the big sword slashed over, she let go of her umbrella, walked around to the back, and led the knight back to attack.

The Xuanhemen was light and nimble, and the cumbersome sword could do nothing at all.Yi Qingxue put her hands behind her back, dodging left and right, her easy-going gesture seemed to annoy the other party.

With a low growl, the knight raised his sword and spun at high speed, strangling Yi Qingxue.

The attack range expanded, pushing people to the edge of the ring.

Mu Bai also wields a sword, so it is clear that the knight wielding such a cumbersome sword will consume a lot of energy, and he won't be able to last long.

This method of reducing ten sessions with one force is effective against Xuanhemen in the narrow arena.

However, seeing Yi Qingxue's calm and unhurried demeanor, there should be some tricks left.

He stared at the arena for a moment, and when Yi Qingxue had no choice but to retreat, he suddenly saw a white shadow flash.When he reappeared, he was already under the paper umbrella.

Seeing that the target disappeared, the knight had no choice but to interrupt the attack, barely stopping at the edge of the ring.

This move consumed too much physical strength, and when he turned around panting, Yi Qingxue had already drawn out the sword in the umbrella and pointed it at the throat.

"In the first round, Yi Qingxue of Xuanhemen won!"

This was the first competition of this martial arts tournament, and the winner was elusive again. The Xuanhe Gate, which is rarely seen on weekdays, after a moment of silence, applause broke out from both sides of the high platform.

Yi Qingxue won the next round, but said nothing, quietly put away the paper umbrella and returned to the high platform.

"Wow, are all the people from Xuanhemen so powerful?" Huamei watched her sit back to her original seat, her hands were still clapping, "Xiaobai, if you match her, how sure are you?"

Mu Bai shook his head: "I don't know."

To be honest, in the ring competition, Qinglian swordsmanship can restrain Xuanhemen to a certain extent, as long as the energy is stored enough to use the final sword array, it will be difficult for the opponent to dodge unless he falls off the ring.

It's just that the Qinglian sword array is too powerful, and he didn't want to use it in the competition, so he answered like this.

What's more, the other party is Su Mo's fellow disciple...

Mu Bai was thinking about how to deal with it if he really met him, when he suddenly saw the young monk who was sitting obediently beside his senior brother running out from the camp of Konggu Temple.

He mingled into the Xuanhemen's team at the side, and tugged on Yi Qingxue's sleeve.

Mu Bai listened attentively and caught their conversation from a distance.

The little monk waved his arms in front of Yi Qingxue imitating the wings of a bird, chirping, chirping.

Mubai: "..."

This child really thought that the Xuanhe Gate greeted them with birdsong.

A good brother does a lot of harm.

Yi Qingxue looked at the little monk blankly.

About half a minute later, she seemed to understand, and tilted her head: "... ji?"

The little monk jumped up and said more enthusiastically, "Chi Chi Chi Chi!"

Yi Qingxue: "Chichijiji."

Little monk: "Chichi, chirp chirp chirp chirp!"

Mubai: "..."

This is all right, absolutely.

He was filled with plastic birdsong, and quickly turned his attention to the field.

The traces of the fight have been cleaned up, and Mengshu returns to the ring with the wooden box in her arms.

According to the rules of the competition, after all the first round of competition is over, the next round will be drawn from the list of winners.

Mubai thought that the competition was over early, so he could come back earlier to recharge his energy and prepare for the next round, so he stood up from his seat and planned to compete for the second time.

He was dressed in white and green shirt today, neat and clean, and he attracted countless eyes the first time he came on stage.

Most of Lingyun Palace's disciples recognized Mu Bai, and some people had cheered for "Miss Qin", and the three sects of Wuti also curiously focused their attention on the wife of His Highness the Prince.

Meng Shu's expression was a little subtle, she looked him up and down for a moment, and then came over with the wooden box in her hand.

Mu Bai noticed that her hand seemed to be pressing on the bottom of the wooden box.

He vaguely guessed something.

When Meng Shu came in front of him, Mu Bai reached into the wooden box to touch it, and the note he pulled out was written impressively: Chaosheng Pavilion, Nanfengyi.

He looked at the name on the note in his hand and raised his eyebrows.

Meng Shu has already said loudly: "Second game: Qin Mubai in Qinglian Valley, against each other, Chao Sheng Pavilion has a southern style."

Hearing the names of the opposing sides, there was a lot of discussion on the high platform.

"Master Nanfeng Pavilion, that's number two on the list of knights, ah no, it's number three now. It's really unlucky for that little girl to meet him."

"You guys have never heard of it, right? The owner of Qinglian Valley was Nan Fengyi's wife..."

As soon as the old events of the year were brought up, his expression changed when he knew the inside story.

In the Qinglian Valley camp, the senior sisters who knew the relationship between the young master and the Chaosheng Pavilion master all looked at each other in amazement.

Qin Jiuge had already stood up, ready to ask Mu Bai to admit defeat directly.

Nan Fengyi was startled when he heard his name.

He frowned, turned his head and glared at Elder Meng, waved his hands to the audience and said: "This round is not counted, draw again."

Meng Shu said softly: "Pavilion Master, this is not good..."

Nan Fengyi frowned: "Don't tell me you want my majestic Pavilion Master to bully a little girl in public? Again."

Mu Bai doesn't care who he fights with, he just wants to confirm his guess.

He stepped forward, and before Meng Shu could react, he took another card out of the wooden box.

The name on this piece of paper was changed to Elder Chaoshengge Meng.

Mubai's eyesight is excellent, just now he caught a glimpse of the other two pieces of paper lying in the wooden box, he didn't read all of them, but the prefixes are both Chaoshengge.

With a pinch of two fingers, he kneaded the note into powder, and looked at the top of the high platform: "I have a question about Chaosheng Pavilion that I can't figure out, and I want to ask the owner of the pavilion."

Nan Fengyi looked at him, and there was something inexplicably complicated in his eyes: "Say it."

Mu Bai tilted his head, with a puzzled expression: "May I ask if you have such thick skins, do you have any special maintenance skills?"