Chapter 870: Jiang Wanqing

On the side of the ring, near the left and right sides of the stand, is the preparation area for the participants.

On the left, are the eight halls of the Kunlun Sect, the rest of the Kunlun Sect, and the disciples of the Friendly Sect.

On the right, is the Kunlun faction's personal transmission and inner disciple.

Seeing the majesty of Shi Potian, the right side was naturally rejoicing.

On the left, it's a little frowned.

Shi Potian is powerful, everyone has known it for a long time.

But knowing and seeing are two different things!

Shi Potian has always been low-key, usually not showing the mountains and water, and the place where his disciples practice is not in the same place with everyone.

In addition, there are many new people on the left, and they are still vague about how powerful Shi Potian is.

Now, I intuitively feel it, and everyone is dignified.

He Da lifted his big belly and said with a long sigh of relief:

"It's good that I didn't encounter a stone, otherwise he would have slapped ten catties of flesh. ”

He Er: "Ten catties of meat is good, don't you see the dragon claw hand of the stone?"

For the words of the pair of living treasures in Xuanwu Hall, everyone was not joking.

I can't help but feel a big blow to my confidence in playing against the right in the back.

"Who's on the other side next?" asked Miaoqing.

Mo Jinxuan participated on behalf of the Pear Flower Hall, although she had just joined the Kunlun faction, she was the most familiar with the Kunlun faction, which said:

"It's the inner disciple Jiang Wanqing, Senior Sister Jiang. ”

Huya is a disciple of the Zhengyi Sect, so he asked, "Jiang Wanqing? ”

After speaking, Huya looked to the side, Huya was from Cangzhou after all, so he looked at Shi Yan, a local person.

Shi Yan is Shi Sanbao's youngest son, if there is no Kunlun faction, he and Miao Sanshi of Shuanghetang back then should be bright for a while, and Shi Yan is much younger.

Shi Yan read his name several times in his mouth, but he couldn't remember when there was such a number one person in the inner gate of the Kunlun Sect.

Everyone looked at Yang Cuo and Mo Jinxuan again.

Although the three halls have just been merged into the Kunlun faction and form the number of eight halls, the three halls and the Kunlun faction are intersected in Weimo, and the disciples on both sides should not be too familiar.

Yang Cuo and Mo Jinxuan glanced at each other, and Mo Jinxuan spoke:

"Sister Wanqing is the niece of the late Elder Jiang of the Kunlun Sect, and she is the first batch of inner disciples of the Kunlun Sect who are specially allowed to join. ”

"Bell!" someone scared the weapon away.

The first batch of inner disciples of the Kunlun Sect are all powerful figures.

For example, the current personal disciples are the first batch of inner disciples.

Another example is Zhang Liao, Guo Huai, Kunlun Wujie, the evil ghost does not see the three sword resentments, and other well-known masters, all of whom are the first batch.

Like Sanying, Seven Swords, and Dragon Tiger are all in the second batch.

It can be seen that the first batch of inner disciples of the Kunlun faction is strong.

Duan Yu, Hu Zhiyi's apprentice of Yanping Dart Bureau, wiped the sweat on his head and said:

"Actually, we are all layered up, and we are all similar masters on the other side. ”

That being said, everyone knows what to expect.

Most of the first batch of inner disciples of the Kunlun Sect were leading art investment teachers, and many of them were older than Xiang Tianxiao.

Although it is the best age to practice martial arts, everyone is a master of making a name for himself in the rivers and lakes.

Jiang Wanqing Judging from his birth age, although he has not seen him, everyone can guess it.

It must be a small practice of the inner martial arts of the Kunlun Sect, which is a little superior to the ordinary first batch of inner disciples.

"Who is her opponent?" Duan Yu asked again.

"No, it's not just down there. When they looked back, they saw the two-year-old man sitting in a corner, playing chess.

Chen Changming, from the Netherworld River Diagram, after looking at the two of them, whispered to the Qijin White Tiger next to him:

"They seem to have been playing chess since yesterday. ”

Yang Cuo stepped forward, pulled one of them up, and said:

"I said Zi draw, aren't you drawing? What kind of chess do you play, you don't feel nervous at all?"

Hearing Yang Cuo's title, Hu Yanpan immediately remembered who the other party was, and blurted out:

"Hidden Sword Eight Sons! Double Trick, Fan Zimo, Peng Zihua!"

The name of the double trick is not small in the martial arts, and it is not at all suppressed by the name of the six princes and three immortals, and it is even bigger

In other words, these two are teenagers who became famous and have been famous in the rivers and lakes for many years.

Seeing that it was Peng Zihua who appeared, everyone immediately became excited again, this is a real master of the rivers and lakes.

And when the crowd was happy, a small figure ran out of the crowd and went directly to the preparation area on the right.

On the right, everyone was still surrounding Shi Potian, and a group of junior brothers and sisters sent all kinds of beautiful words.

The little figure came out of everyone's legs and feet, ran to Shi Potian, and said in a childish voice: "Master, it's not good! ”

Everyone was immediately stunned, they all looked at Jun Buregret, the person was brought back by him, and no one saw Jun Buregret's battle with Shuangwei at the beginning, but the scene can be imagined.

Jun Buregret frowned and said, "Who is fighting against Zihua, you must be careful." ”

Someone behind him patted Jun Buregret's shoulder, it was Yan Qingshu, so he listened to his words and said easily:

"It's okay, the next one is Senior Sister Wanqing. ”

Jun Buregret raised his eyebrows for a moment, and everyone turned around, and saw a graceful woman sitting quietly at the back of the crowd, embroidering something in her hands.

"Come over here, look at the dart bag that my aunt embroidered for you," Jiang Wanqing smiled and beckoned to Wei Wuxian.

......

Jiang Wanqing, the first batch of disciples of the inner sect of the Kunlun faction, is like a transparent person, and the rivers and lakes don't know that the Kunlun faction has such a number one person.

And this woman who has no sense of existence is about to face one of the tricks of martial arts - Peng Zihua.

Gifts on both sides.

Peng Zihua saw that Jiang Wan's hands were like inches, and said kindly:

"Senior sister, did you forget to bring a weapon?"

The Kunlun faction is the first in the world, and naturally the disciples use weapons.

I thought about it, but the woman in front of me said softly:

Wanqing lost her father at a young age, followed her uncle to Kunlun Mountain at the age of seven, and became an inner disciple at the age of eight. ”

The meaning of the words is clear, people came to Kunlun Mountain much earlier than you.

Peng Zihua was stunned for a moment, re-gifted, and said:

"I've seen Senior Sister!"

Jiang Wanqing nodded lightly and said, "Senior brother, please make a move." ”

Generally speaking, when discussing the same art, the young take the lead, which is the humility of the elders to the young.

Peng Zihua raised his brush and sword, smiled and said:

"Senior sister, as soon as my move comes out, I'm afraid that my senior sister will have no chance to make a move. ”

In the audience, many people in the audience knew the name of 'trick painting', and when they saw Jiang Wanqing's little jasper, some people kindly said:

"As soon as the trickery comes out, I enter the painting realm, I don't argue about things, and I don't know the years. ”

This is the comment on Peng Zi's painting on the rivers and lakes.

Jiang Wanqing moved towards the direction of the voice, and blessed the body, this is the feeling of thanking the person for mentioning something.

Turning around, Jiang Wanqing still said to Peng Zi:

"Senior Brother Peng, it's not too early, please make a move. ”

Peng Zihua nodded solemnly, he knew that Jiang Wanqing was not coquettish.

The woman in front of her is definitely not as simple as it seems.

The brush and long sword swim like a dragon, Peng Zi's painting body walks with the pen, and the sword is lucky!

It is where the pen and sword are crossed, but there is a force to form a picturesque.

Peng Zihua's voice sounded slowly.