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In the early morning, in the building where the Ziyang Sword Sect was in charge, in Xiao Yuesheng's house, Ma Chunhua was dressed in a moon-white robe, pure and immaculate, floating out of the dust, and was sitting on Xiao Yuesheng's couch. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

She breathed evenly and slowly, breathing in and out, at intervals, getting slower and slower, until later, she no longer heard the sound of breathing.

The windows were open, and a breeze blew in the bottle, stirring the wildflowers in the bottles, and the faint fragrance filled the room.

The sun shone golden through the window and hit her face, which shone with a soft glow, like a whole piece of mutton fat white jade.

Suddenly, the sound of footsteps sounded, Ma Chunhua opened her eyes, revealing a helpless look, just as she was rushing through the pass, the purple qi came eastward, and it was the most opportune time, but she was interrupted, and she could only sigh and wait.

If it is an ordinary person, when she hears the footsteps at this time, she must be annoyed, she is influenced by Xiao Yuesheng, but she does not think so, and regards the disturbance of outsiders as a kind of demonic obstacle, inherited from the sky, it is the will of heaven, and the person who disturbs is not herself, but is governed by the will of heaven in the underworld.

"Miss Ma......" He Yushu's soft voice came in.

Ma Chunhua sat down and said with a smile: "Sister He, come in." ”

She pursed her lips secretly, she was a little resentful of He Yushu, as if she had robbed her own things, but she was the master's personal maid, so she couldn't be offended, so she could only press this heart and change it to a smiling face.

He Yushu gently pushed open the door, her steps were light, and she said with a smile: "Miss Ma, Hall Master Zheng is invited." ”

"Hall Master Zheng?" Ma Chunhua was stunned and frowned: "Sister He, he is looking for me, but what is the matter?"

"Now that the big competition is about to begin, Hall Master Zheng invited the girl to participate. He Yushu said with a smile.

"Oh, Dabi. Ma Chunhua was stunned, she wanted to refuse, their martial arts were low, what was the point of the competition, in her own opinion, it was tantamount to embroidering her legs.

But when the words came to his mouth, he swallowed it again, remembering the master's advice before leaving, he had to obey the orders of the elders and the hall master, and he should be an ordinary disciple.

Thinking of this, she pursed her lips and smiled: "Okay, I just want to see the big competition of our Ziyang Sword Sect, thank you Sister He." ”

He Yushu shook her head and chuckled: "Girl, don't be so polite." ”

Ma Chunhua smiled: "Okay, then you don't want girls in the future, just call me by my name, or be a sister, how about it?"

"Yes, Sister Ma!" He Yushu nodded slightly.

On the martial arts training field, He Yunshan stood on the sidelines, looking at the situation in the field, there was a place in his heart that was tumbling, like boiling molten iron, his eyes were shining with excitement, his hand pressed the hilt of the sword, and his body was tense, like a bow, as if he would shoot arrows at any time.

What he saw in his eyes was that there were more than 200 people in the field, and 100 were women, all wearing light purple light gauze shirts, with slender and graceful figures.

The other hundred, the men, were divided into four groups, and stood around the women, one with the least number of men, only ten, and the other three with thirty men each.

Four groups of people are arranged in all directions, surrounding more than 100 women, like a flower with four green leaves.

But these four groups of men did not look relaxed at all, but all of them had tense faces, pursed lips, and pressed their right hands on the long sword, their eyes were sharp and murderous.

As the leader of the new disciples, He Yunshan stood at the forefront and saw it most clearly, he was infected by the aura of slaughter in the field, and his chest was surging with torrents, and he couldn't wait to play in person.

On the high platform, there were four people standing, He Yunshan glanced at it, and turned away again, secretly awe-inspiring.

These four elders, especially Elder Tang, really live up to their reputation, they are selfless and selfless, but they are the most harsh, and they have also been punished twice, and when they see his flat face, they can't help but feel weak.

On the martial arts training ground, the silence was incomparable, more than 200 people, and a hundred people standing aside, all of them pursed their mouths, did not say a word, and stood still, like a statue.

In such an atmosphere, He Yunshan only felt that it was difficult to breathe, unconsciously nervous, and gasped for breath, lest he make a sound.

He Yunshan wondered in his heart, he didn't know what they were going to do, why didn't they launch it.

Suddenly, a white shadow flashed, he hurriedly opened his eyes, and then found that there was already a person standing in front of the hall master of Zheng Fazong, this person appeared at some point, wearing a moon-white robe, and his figure was slender and graceful.

A gust of wind blew, the robe and clothes were lightly blowing, she stood there and did not move, He Yunshan's heart was pounding, as if she was about to jump out of her chest, and her face was hot for a while.

He immediately knew that this woman was a disciple of the head of the family, and Ma Chunhua was also, it was said that her martial arts were peerless, and she was deeply subtle.

But no one knows, because she has not been out of the building, and has been in the building all day long, without showing her face.

The disciples in the sect are spreading, and the news of this horse girl is boiling, it is said that she has a unique appearance, and she is the Zhao hall master of the Floating Flower Hall, and she is slightly inferior to her.

In the eyes of all the disciples, Zhao Shengnan, the master of the Floating Flower Hall, is like a celestial immortal, who can only be watched from a distance, not closely, and cannot have the idea of blasphemy.

Such a fairy-like character, only a young and handsome person like the head of the house is worthy of her in the world, He Yunshan knows that secretly, the disciples have been regarded by Hall Master Zhao as the head lady.

And this horse girl is even better than Hall Master Zhao, which really arouses their curiosity, and they don't want to see her true face.

It's a pity that this horse girl is very mysterious, she never takes a step out of the building, and the disciples can't see her at all, and they are even more itchy, like being scratched by countless little paws.

He Yunshan hurriedly opened his eyes wide and looked over, but he could only see a slender and graceful back, and he only felt that it was indescribably moving, and his heart was pounding.

He obtained the subtlety of the Twelve Swords of Ziyang, cultivated his internal strength with swordsmanship, and entered the realm very quickly, and now he has a certain foundation.

He used his internal strength, gathered between his eyes and ears, faintly heard the soft voice, and when he heard it, he felt that half of his body was crisp.

He hurriedly took a deep breath and continued to listen: "Miss Ma, you haven't practiced the formation together, stay for a while, and then you will be in the formation, and you will preside over the formation with me." ”

He Yunshan heard it, faintly disappointed, this was the voice of Zheng Zhangmen, calm and thick, like a heavy hammer beating the drum, which shook the eardrum slightly.

"Yes, Master. ”

He Yunshan heard this voice, he was shocked, his face smiled, and he felt that his body was immediately a little lighter, fluttering like rising into the air, indescribable pleasure.

Tang Zhengfeng slowly opened his mouth and asked lightly, "Hall Master Zheng, have you ever been okay?"

He Yunshan's body trembled, Qi Nian suddenly scattered, regained his composure, and hurriedly turned his head to look, and saw Elder Tang staring coldly at the audience.

He hurriedly turned his eyes away, not daring to touch Tang Zhengfeng.

"Elder, my hall has come to gather all the people!" Zheng Fazong said loudly, neatly and neatly, revealing a refined atmosphere.

"Okay, let's start!" Tang Zhengfeng drank in a deep voice and waved his hand downward.

"Let's go!" Fan Qingyun stroked his beard, stomped his feet hard, and shouted loudly.

"Kill!" roared angrily and rushed into the air, straight up to the sky, and resounded to stop the clouds.

He Yunshan's spirits perked up, his eyes lit up, and he felt that the torrent in his chest was rushing out, and he couldn't wait to jump into the arena and swing his sword out of the sheath.

The sound of the collision of wooden swords sounded in a series of "tuk tuk tuk" wooden swords, and the five teams of centaurs were like five gears, constantly turning and beginning to twist together.

In the middle of the Floating Flower Hall was surrounded, more than 100 disciples formed a circle, and in the center of the array was Zhao Shengnan, the hall master of the Floating Flower Hall, she was dressed in a dark purple shirt, her face was like white jade, her eyes were cold, staring at the surroundings, shouting coquettishly, and the expression on the jade face was calm and calm.

The other four halls also formed a circle formation, and the disciples walked quickly under their feet, waving their long swords, and one sword after another formed a sword wheel, spinning and slashing towards the Floating Flower Hall.

The disciples of the Floating Flower Hall were one against four, all of them lowered their eyebrows, their expressions were cold, and they were as if they were people carved from white jade.

They held long swords, did not swing or stab, but pointed steadily upward, their upper bodies motionless, only their feet scurried, as if they were standing in a small boat on the lake, moving forward, their clothes fluttering.

He Yunshan was dazzled, and only felt that their posture was graceful and elegant, like fairies in the heavenly palace, and they really did not belong to the mortal world.

In the sound of the tuk tuk wooden sword, there was occasionally a scream.

They were armed with wooden swords, but the strength contained in the swords was not small, and when they stabbed or slashed at their bodies, the pain was unbearable, and they couldn't help screaming.

Although the scream was miserable, the man with the sword kept moving, and still swung his sword hard, even more fiercely, wanting to take revenge.

He Yunshan only hated himself for only having two eyes, which was not enough, looking at this side and falling there, all of them were wonderful and tragic.

In the longing of the sword shadow, people kept falling down and couldn't get up anymore, so some disciples from the outer hall quickly ran in and carefully carried these people out, and there were people from Baishengtang next to them who began to heal.

After dozens of moves, half of the people who fell in the field suddenly became sparse and could see more clearly, and in He Yunshan's opinion, the battle was even more fierce.

Before, he was shocked by this tragic situation, but after watching it for a while, he gradually got used to it, and his eyes involuntarily aimed at Ma Chunhua.

He saw Ma Chunhua's face, his eyes couldn't help but stagnate, staring in a daze, and it was difficult to turn away.

In front of his eyes, a beautiful face flashed endlessly, and he slowly looked up at the sky, and the whole sky seemed to be this beautiful face.

He was stunned, unable to extricate himself, his eyes were always attached to Ma Chunhua, as if an invisible thread was pulling at his consciousness, and he couldn't take his eyes off.

What he saw in his eyes was that Ma Chunhua's robe was fluttering, standing in the center of the array, standing side by side with Zheng Fazong, not participating in the sword formation, just a bystander, like a fairy who did not touch the fireworks of the world.

When he woke up from his confusion and looked at it again, he saw that she had already entered the sword formation, replacing a fallen hidden disciple and maintaining the operation of the sword formation.

He Yunshan sighed.

In the Ziyang Sword Sect, the Hidden Hall has a very high status, and it is called the Hall of the Hall, and only the most elite disciples can be promoted to the Hidden Hall and become the disciples of the Hidden Hall.

Therefore, even though there are only ten of them, and there are thirty people in other halls, they are not left behind, just looking at their fighting and only one person being injured, they know that in these dozen tricks, the other halls have lost most of them.

Then, He Yunshan's eyes widened and he saw a magical scene.

Ma Chunhua's figure suddenly flashed, and she jumped out of the hidden hall, her body was extremely fast, like a light smoke, and she came to the edge of the outer hall.

She snorted softly, her figure flashed, and she made a move to attack the disciples in the outer hall. Her footwork is unpredictable, flickering in front and flickering behind, elusive.

Although the outer hall disciples were not flustered, they operated the formation and ignored her, although they were photographed by her beauty, their hands were not ambiguous, and they had already developed a habit.

When they fought against Piaohuatang at the beginning, they often fell for their beauty tricks, and they often smiled with a smile, and when they were stunned, they made a move, and they would hit with one blow, and the lesson was painful.

He Yunshan kept staring, and when he saw them like this, he was greatly admired, feeling that he was far behind, and his heart was not strong, and he was excited when he saw the beauty, and he couldn't help himself.

He Yunshan shook his head and sighed, although they were not moved by the beauty, but in Ma Chunhua's hands, they were as clumsy as a bear, every time she made a sword, she hit a person, after counting the swords, the formation of the outer hall was broken, and the floating flower hall took advantage of the flowers to rob, making matters worse, accelerating their defeat.

After such a while, there were only two or three disciples left in the outer hall, almost dead and wounded, and the condition was extremely miserable, while Liang Shichang, the master of the outer hall, stood in a daze with his sword in his hand, and his face was still confused.

Ma Chunhua still didn't stop, He Yunshan was only dazzled, but he saw a white shadow flashing, and then several white shadows appeared in the field, as if there were five or six Ma Chunhua at once, and at the same time, with a sword swing, one person was shocked and fell out of the circle, and it was difficult to move.

He Yunshan secretly thought to himself, understood in his heart, and was secretly shocked, this Ma Chunhua and Ma girl is not the incarnation of the legend of the immortals**, but her body is too fast, the human eye can't keep up, the image she sees is still there, but the person is already in another place.

With such a fast body, how can you avoid it?!

He couldn't help but fall into deep thought, thinking hard about whether the Twelve Swords of Ziyang could be cracked if he encountered such a method.

Thinking about it, there is no cure for her like this, only to predict it in advance, otherwise, it will not cure her at all.

He Yunshan sighed in his heart, he was too shallow, thinking that the head of the family was young, although he was a genius, at most he was on par with himself, as long as he worked hard, he would definitely be able to catch up with him.

But now that I look at it, I am ridiculous, I am the descendant disciple of the head of the family, and I can't beat it, even if I practice for a lifetime, I am afraid that I will not be able to practice such a fast style.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but be a little frustrated, and then his eyes lit up, if he didn't try, how could he know, maybe, this horse girl's qualifications are not as good as his own, but because he learned the master's wonderful martial arts, he became so powerful, if he can get the head of the family, he will definitely be able to catch up!

He clenched his fists and secretly shouted in his heart that he must bow to the head of the house...... Let the head personally teach martial arts and become a master far beyond Ma Girl!

In fact, he wants to surpass Ma Chunhua, there is a deep meaning hidden in his heart, but he can't say that he listens to others, since ancient times, beauties love heroes, if her martial arts are not as good as her, how can she move her heart? !

He was thinking wildly in his heart, his eyes kept staring at the moon-white figure, only to see her suddenly in front of Baisheng Hall, suddenly in front of Zhengqi Hall, every sword must be hit, and every disciple was hit by the tip of the sword, and his body must have flown up and fallen out of the circle.

He Yunshan thought about it for a while, and when he saw it clearly, the field became more and more sparse, and in the blink of an eye, there were only two or three people in the Zhengqi Hall and Baisheng Hall, except for the hall master, only one person accompanied him, and he looked miserable.

And the Hidden Hall and the Floating Flower Hall, but the number of people is far superior, the Hidden Hall is only one person, although the Floating Flower Hall is folded a lot, but there are many disciples, and there are more than 50 people left.

The three hall masters shook their heads helplessly, and withdrew from the battle circle, with no hope of victory.

In the field, the two teams looked at each other coldly, and Ma Chunhua reappeared in the Hidden Hall Sword Formation, motionless, like a jade carving, but the eyes of all the disciples were focused on her.

"Miss Ma, it's really good martial arts!" Zhao Shengnan stood in the center of the formation, squinting at Ma Chunhua, sneering again and again.

Ma Chunhua clenched her fists and said, "Hall Master Zhao has won the award, and the disciple is ashamed!"

Zhao Shengnan hugged his shoulders and sneered: "Miss Ma, the main part of the hall is to thank your subordinates for showing mercy and not killing them!"

"It's the same woman, and the disciple can't bear to do it. Ma Chunhua said respectfully, without refuting it, and had a very good temper.

He Yunshan sighed when he saw it, only to feel that this woman was like a fairy, gentle and beautiful, if she could have it, what would she ask for in this life!

Zhao Shengnan glanced at her, sneered, and turned to Zheng Fazong: "Hall Master Zheng, do you still want to fight in the Hidden Hall?"

Zheng Fazong nodded, laughed, and said, "If Hall Master Zhao admits defeat, naturally you don't have to fight anymore!"

He glanced at Ma Chunhua, showed a satisfied look, stroked his hair and laughed, only to feel that he had picked up a treasure, and from now on, Yintang can raise his eyebrows!

"Admit defeat?!" Zhao Shengnan sneered, shook his head and said: "The one who should admit defeat is the master of Hall Zheng, you are, is it possible that there are ten of you, worthy of fifty of us?!"

Zheng Fazong stroked his hair and smiled: "Hehe, that's not for sure!"

"Okay, if you want to fight, you will fight!" Zhao Shengnan sneered and said, "Above, kill them!"

Xiao Yuesheng and Cheng Lingsu arranged their manners, did not eat in the courtyard, but went outside, and the two went to visit the capital.

The capital is prosperous, worthy of its name, walking on the street, all kinds of selling voices on both sides come and go, endlessly, and the rich atmosphere of life envelops the surroundings.

"The surname is Xiao, you are here too!" Suddenly a crisp voice sounded, Xiao Yuesheng turned his head and frowned.

A few steps away there is a girl standing in a light pink shirt, beautiful and charming, it is actually Zhou Yingying of the Eagle Claw Gate!

(To be continued)