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Fu Peibai unpacked her body and walked to her group. They were all fifteen or sixteen-year-old boys, who were exercising their bodies and gearing up. She swallowed and became even more nervous.

Soon, the gong sounded, and with the sound of "the competition begins!", the field of each group was filled. Fu Peibai stood on the field, staring at the situation of their group intently.

The two teenagers in their group changed into their military uniforms, took the wooden sword and saluted, separated and confronted each other with their swords in hand.

The boy on the left was obviously more confident, and took the lead in attacking. He moved his feet, and quickly came to the opponent. He drew back the long sword, and then thrust out suddenly after accumulating power. Stab, but his attack is fierce, but the person he fought with is not incompetent. The boy's eyes flashed, and he dodged sideways flexibly. While defending, he did not forget to attack. He turned his wrist flexibly and swung the sword Slashing at the opponent like a sharp axe, the opponent's waist and abdomen were hit by this blow, and he took two steps back in pain, revealing his flaws, the young man seized the opportunity, the hand holding the sword suddenly bent his wrist upwards, stood up the sword, and then pointed straight at the opponent's chest , A red mark soon appeared on the light-colored military uniform of the boy opposite.

Two points!

Those who watched the battle all applauded and applauded.

Fu Peibai was a little stunned, this was the first time she had seen a martial arts competition, and it was much more exciting and exciting than what she had seen in the storybook.

The two people on the stage fought fiercely together again, their strengths were comparable, and each was equal, but Fu Peibai had no intention of watching it again. The strength of these people was far beyond her imagination, and the chances of passing this first round were slim. To win by cleverness, then how to win by cleverness?

While she was thinking, several rounds of competitions had already taken place on the stage, and the leader on the stage shouted loudly: "The fourth group, Fu Peibai, is ready!"

"Fu Peibai! Where is he? Are you there?!"

The disciple in charge shouted twice again, Fu Peibai recovered from his contemplation, quickly raised his hand, and went up to the stage. Coincidentally, the person standing opposite her was Mo Mo, who was talking to her at the foot of the mountain. Qingyuan.

Mo Qingyuan squinted his eyes, he didn't expect such a coincidence, he sneered indistinctly, took the wooden sword and stepped forward to bow.

The competition between the two quickly attracted a crowd of onlookers, everyone wanted to see what the farm boy was capable of.

Holding the wooden sword, Fu Peibai found that her hands were trembling from nervousness. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down.

After the sound of "start", Mo Qingyuan charged at her with his sword. Fu Peibai couldn't react at all, and she didn't have any actual combat experience. She took two steps back with the sword in her hand, staring at the red mark on her left chest in shock.

If it was an actual battle, she would be a dead person now.

There was a burst of boos, jokes, and ridicules from the field, and she felt her ears were buzzing, and countless noisy voices drilled in.

She took another deep breath and forced herself to calm down, there is still a chance, there is still a chance, just like this constantly hinting to herself, she took the sword again and took a stance.

Mo Qingyuan on the opposite side raised the corner of his mouth, he just hit the kid with only three points of skill, and the person in front of him was not his opponent at all, so he beckoned to Fu Peibai provocatively, signaling to him Come attack yourself.

But Fu Peibai is not stupid, there is no chance of winning if he takes the initiative to attack her, he can only use defense as offense, seize the opponent's flaws from it, and take the opportunity to score.

Seeing Fu Peibai's delay in moving, Mo Qingyuan lost his composure, time was precious, he had to score more points in the shortest time, so he didn't delay any longer, and attacked again with his sword.

With the experience of being attacked for the first time, Fu Peibai kept staring at the other party. When the sword tip was about to touch her neck, she turned her head and rolled towards Mo Qingyuan's side. In the blink of an eye, Then he came to the opponent's back, raised his sword and dropped it, Mo Qingyuan was hit in the back.

one cent!

Mo Qingyuan turned his head in disbelief, and actually looked down on this kid. He became vigilant, moved his body, and distanced himself from Fu Peibai.

He stood on one side with a sword in one hand, and Fu Peibai squatted in a defensive posture with a sword in both hands at the other end. The two faced each other, and neither of them attacked for a while.

Mo Qingyuan estimated the time, and if it dragged on, it would be over, so he could only charge forward with his sword. This sword was aimed at Fu Peibai's right arm, because he saw that Fu Peibai's right arm seemed to be Suffered from old injuries, the strength is not as good as the left arm.

Fu Peibai was still not in a hurry, until the sword was in front of her eyes, she ducked low, then hooked her left leg, trying to trip Mo Qingyuan, Mo Qingyuan's eyes fixed, and he blocked Fu Peibai's leg with the sword, but he didn't expect Yes, the opponent didn't intend to attack him at all, it was just a feint attack, and the real intention was actually the top.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Fu Peibai got up quickly, slammed his elbow hard on the opponent's back, and succeeded with one blow, Mo Qingyuan threw himself forward, and was hit on the back again.

This time the field was completely boiling, everyone was surprised by Fu Peibai's unconventional moves, some people applauded first, followed by thunderous applause.

Mo Qingyuan lay on the ground, ate a mouthful of ashes, listened to the voices applauding Fu Peibai in his ears, and thought of the scene at the foot of the mountain, it can be said that new and old hatred came together.

He became angry from embarrassment, jumped up, and slashed at Fu Peibai without hesitation. If he only used [-]% or [-]% of his effort to underestimate the enemy before, then he has used [-]% of his effort now, even hiding in every attack. There was some uncontrollable murderous aura.

Fu Peibai took advantage of Mo Qingyuan's weakness of underestimating the enemy before, but now the opponent has used [-]% of his effort, and the situation immediately fell to one side.

Fu Peibai was crushed unilaterally, and the wooden sword hit her arms, waist, back, and thighs one after another. Although she was agile, she had no way to dodge following the fierce and swift attack.

There was another sharp sword move, which directly cut her on the back of the neck. Her eyes were darkened, her feet staggered, and she almost fell forward. Fortunately, she managed to stand on the ground with her sword, but before she could turn around, behind her Ren cut her right arm again with a sword, and then she was kicked to the ground.

She fell so hard that her head was staring at the stars, and just about to prop herself up and get up, a heavy foot fell on her back, and stepped her back to the ground to lie on her stomach.

When everyone saw this scene, they all exclaimed and stopped. This is not a competition, but it has clearly turned into a beating.

But the irrational Mo Qingyuan couldn't listen. He raised his leg again and stepped on Fu Peibai's injured right elbow, and then slowly rolled it, with a ferocious smile on his face.

Fu Peibai broke out in a cold sweat from the pain, and let out a muffled groan. Mo Qingyuan ignored the din, squatted down and said, "You beg me, you beg me, I'll let you go."

Fu Peibai clenched his teeth and closed his eyes, looking like he was being slaughtered. The chief desk over there also noticed that something was wrong here, and sent someone to come over.

Mo Qingyuan grabbed the hair at the back of Fu Peibai's head, and was about to press her head to hit the ground, when an extremely fast gravel hit his wrist with the snap of his fingers, and when the stone fell, his wrist He also hung down powerlessly, raised his head, and roared angrily: "Who?!"

On the stone steps in the distance, the figures of two women, one in black and one in white, slowly appeared. The woman in white walked over first. She was wearing a veiled hat and covered her face with a white gauze. Occasionally, a breeze blew by and lifted a corner of the gauze curtain. Although she couldn't see her true face clearly, just by looking at her slim figure, one could imagine what a peerless face was under the white gauze.

The woman walked slowly to the side of the field and stood still, and when the chief executive over there saw it, the four middle-aged men got up together, hurriedly walked to the white-clothed woman in three steps at a time, and respectfully said: "See the peak master."

When everyone heard this, they all understood, who else could be the only female peak master of Tianji Sect, naturally it was the eldest daughter of that sect master, the peak master of Chaoquan Peak.

One and two immediately stretched their necks, trying to spy on the woman's face under the white veil.

The woman in white didn't take off her veil, she glanced at the situation on the field through the white gauze, and asked coolly: "Don't the four hall masters explain the current situation?"

The faces of the four men froze, and they tried to shirk each other. No one dared to speak. Finally, a young disciple who was in charge stood up and said, "I want to tell the Peak Master that there should be a verbal conflict between the two of you during the competition. The situation got out of control and a fight broke out."

The woman's voice became colder and colder, "Fighting? I clearly saw that this young man beat the man on the ground unilaterally. Now you tell me that they are fighting each other?"

The disciple's heart tightened, he heard the dissatisfaction in the woman's words, and quickly added: "The disciple only saw it from a distance, but didn't see it with his own eyes, what he just said was just a guess, the facts should be as the peak master said. "

The woman hummed indifferently, and then pointed the finger at the four middle-aged men, "What do you think the four should do now?"

"Why don't you ask what happened first, and then deal with it according to the sect's rules. I don't know what Feng's idea is?" The man who spoke had a cautious expression on his face.

The woman didn't make a sound, which was regarded as acquiescing, and then the oldest one among the four came out, showing a little majesty and momentum, and asked the two young men on the ground with his hands behind his back: "Who are you?" Tell me, what happened on the field just now?"

Fu Peibai was still lying on the ground, he had indeed been beaten hard just now, but at this moment his head was still dizzy and confused.

She vaguely recalled that Mo Qingyuan's hand holding her hair was suddenly released just now, and the familiar yet unfamiliar fragrance wafted from the tip of her nose not long after, her eyes opened a crack, and all she could see was a piece of pure white skirt , and immaculate footwear.

Neither of the two people involved said a word, Fu Peibai didn't have the strength, and Mo Qingyuan was frightened. Now he has regained his senses. Looking at the people in front of him, he knew that he had caused a catastrophe. His face was pale.

Seeing that the two people couldn't find out why, the man turned to the audience and asked, "Are you able to see clearly what happened on the stage just now?"

The audience was silent and no one responded.

"You, tell me!", the man said and pointed to a person in the front row.

"I?"

"Yes, it's you, tell me quickly."

The boy who was hit touched his nose. In fact, he didn't know what happened. He only saw the man on the field suddenly attacking the farm boy like crazy.

Right now, I can only bite the bullet and tell everything I saw.

After the man listened, he was still pondering how to deal with this matter, another short and fat man came out and said to the woman in white: "Peak Master, I dare to guess that this young master suddenly attacked the opponent so out of control, it should be during the competition. He was provoked by the other party's words or some humiliating and slandering words, so this son lost his mind and beat the other party." After speaking, he asked Mo Qingyuan in a serious manner: "Is it because he said what he said out loud? Humiliated you?"

Mo Qingyuan came back to his senses, looked at the man in front of him who had a close relationship with his father, and quickly understood what the other person meant, that he was helping him, so he nodded quickly, "Yes, yes, this guy can't beat him." I insulted my mother to distract my mind, I endured it a few times, but he made an inch of it, I was so angry that I lost my sense of proportion."

The man nodded, looking a bit like Bao Gong judged the case impartially, "Since this is the case, although you hit someone first, it is justifiable to miss you, and you should be dealt with lightly. As for you...", the man As he spoke, he looked at the boy lying on the ground, and met those black and white eyes.

The boy's pupils were dark, and he couldn't see any emotion. He just stared at him, and the man looked away with a guilty conscience, "You are invincible, and you use such indecent tricks. Even if you win, it's against you." Daoyi, because you are still young and your temperament has not yet been determined, so let's not bother with you for the time being, now I am announcing that you will be deprived of your qualification for this competition, and go down the mountain by yourself."

Fu Peibai raised her head abruptly, and stood up tremblingly. She vainly supported her right arm, and said sharply, "I didn't! I never said a word to him!"

The man was stunned for a moment, and he couldn't hold back when he was yelled at by the young man, so he immediately lowered his face, "Don't be ignorant, if you continue to refute it, it will not be as simple as driving you down the mountain!"

Fu Peibai's thin chest was heaving up and down, and her skin was dark, otherwise she would definitely be able to see her flushed face at the moment.

"I said, I don't have it! If you don't have it, you don't have it!"

The man was also angry, and shouted back: "If you say you don't have it, you really don't have it?! How can you believe one-sided words? Just ask the people in the audience, can someone testify to you?" The reason why the man asked this was naturally It was determined that no one in the audience would be willing to testify for this unknown boy, but who knew that there was a weak sentence from the audience, "I can testify..."

Everyone on the stage looked at it together, and it was a young man who looked very weak who spoke.

And this person was the young master who was walking with Fu Peibai when he went up the mountain.

How could the young man have received the attention of so many people, he was a little nervous for a moment, and he stuttered, "I, I can testify for him, he really didn't, he didn't talk to that person, and he never opened his mouth."

The face of the man who helped Mo Qingyuan on the stage suddenly changed, as if he had been devastated, his face turned blue and then pale, and finally he waved his sleeves and said bluntly: "But it's up to the peak master to decide."

The woman in white stood aside, watching everything indifferently, without speaking, and fell into a strange quiet atmosphere on and off the court.

Fu Peibai gritted her teeth tightly. She looked at the woman in white. Although she was separated by a layer of white gauze, she could feel that the other person's gaze was on her, and she couldn't help clenching her fists.

The white gauze moved slightly with the wind, and the woman also said lightly: "Since there are witnesses, then this young master is lying." According to the rules, frame others, according to the rules of the sect, be expelled from the mountain, and you will never be allowed to enter the Tianji sect in this life."

Mo Qingyuan was stunned at once, his legs gave way and he fell to the ground, begging for mercy loudly: "I was wrong, I was wrong, I shouldn't have lied, I shouldn't have hit him, please forgive me, give me another chance, I beg you, I beg you!" As he spoke, tears flowed down his face, looking quite embarrassed.

The disciple in charge who was about to drive away listened, stopped the movement of his hands, looked at the woman, and waited for her to speak.

"What are you waiting for?" The woman's cold voice came from behind the white gauze. The two disciples didn't dare to delay any longer. One of them grabbed Mo Qingyuan's arm and let him plead for mercy. Pressing people down the stone steps and walking far away.

When this happened, the competition on the field stopped early, and everyone looked at the woman in white. The woman Shi Shiran walked to the head of the table and sat down. The woman in black followed closely behind. After the woman in white sat down, she rushed forward. The audience shouted loudly: "What are you looking at! The competition continues!"