Space-time plane crossing

Chapter 1589 Seven Meridians Meeting Martial Arts ([-])

The night seemed to pass slowly, and Tongtian Peak, which had been silent all night, became lively. Nine out of ten disciples of Qingyunmen gathered in the square in front of Yuqing Palace, waiting for the start of the No. 20 Qimai Martial Arts Competition.

Yang Cong came to the square alone, and frowned when he saw the crowds of people in the square. Eight high platforms have been set up on the sea of ​​clouds square for competitions, which can not only feast the eyes of many spectators, but also shorten the competition At the end of the time, they competed on a stage at the end.

Yang Cong walked casually, and saw the people of Dazhufeng from a distance, so he couldn't help walking over.

Tian Buyi is doing mobilization, just to strive for success and not to embarrass him.

"Uncle Tian, ​​Uncle Su." Yang Cong called out and walked to the side of everyone.

Tian Buyi smiled, nodded and said: "Master Nephew Yang."

Suru on the side also smiled.

The disciples in Dazhu Peak were startled, it turns out that the master still laughs.

"Senior Brother Yang." Zhang Xiaofan called out. Only then did everyone in the daze react and say hello.

Yang Cong responded one by one, and said to Zhang Xiaofan: "Brother Zhang is really lucky."

Zhang Xiaofan smiled awkwardly.

At this time, a melodious bell rang, echoing in the misty sea of ​​white clouds, which lifted everyone's spirits, and the originally noisy square suddenly fell silent.

I saw that on the huge stage in the middle, the figures of Daoxuan Daoist and Cangsong Daoist appeared, Daoxuan Daoist took a step forward, looked around the countless disciples under the stage, and said loudly: "The competition begins."

After all, he waved his Taoist robe, and a few more bells rang, which made people's blood boil.

There are 63 people competing in the eight arenas, so naturally they have to be divided into four batches.

Among the first batch of 16 people, only Tian Ling'er participated in the competition among the disciples of Dazhufeng. On the Western "Li" stage, everyone from Dazhufeng naturally flocked.

Before it was time to play, Yang Cong also followed.

Tian Linger's opponent is a disciple of Chaoyang Peak, surnamed Shen and named Tiandou, who has leapt up to the ring at this moment, his figure is quite handsome, and the audience applauds even more.

Zhang Xiaofan looked around and saw "Li" under the stage, surrounded by a hundred people, most of them were disciples of Chaoyang Peak's lineage, even Shang Zhengliang, the head of Chaoyang Peak, was also watching from the audience, his face There was a faint smile on his face, obviously he valued Shen Tiandou very much.

Tian Buyi and the others walked down the stage, and everyone in Dazhu Peak was immediately submerged among the Chaoyang Peak disciples, who were all dressed in Chaoyang Peak costumes.

Tian Buyi didn't care, and glanced at Shang Zhengliang who was standing far away. Shang Zhengliang also looked over at the same time. Their eyes met, as if there was a faint spark, but both of them just smiled faintly, as if nothing happened. thing.

At this time, some disciples had already moved chairs for the two leaders and Suru and other elders. Tian Buyi and Suru sat down. Tian Linger stepped forward and said: "Father, mother, I'm going up."

Tian Buyi looked at his daughter and said, "Go."

A look of kindness appeared on Suru's face and she said, "Be careful."

Tian Linger glanced at the stage, smiled, and said without any nervousness: "Just wait for my good news."

As he said that, he turned around, with a smile still on his face, and invoked the tactic with his left hand: "Get up!"

As soon as her words fell, a burst of sunlight flickered, and the amber scarlet silk around her waist was lifted up, moved to her feet, supported Tian Linger's slender body, and flew towards the stage like a fairy in the sunlight go.

The exposure of this hand was naturally far better than Shen Tiandou jumping onto the stage like a monkey. Moreover, Tian Linger was as beautiful as a flower. Most of the disciples in the audience, including Chaoyang Peak, were male. Immediately, there was thunderous applause. Many people looked back.

Zhang Xiaofan and other Big Bamboo Peak disciples stood behind Tian Buyi and Suru, Suru smiled and said to Tian Buyi: "Looks like Ling'er's practice has improved again."

Tian Buyi smiled slightly, although he didn't speak, he looked very happy.

At this time Tian Linger had already flown to the stage, one foot away from Shen Tiandou, she cupped her hands and said, "Please enlighten me, Senior Brother Shen."

Shen Tiandou saw Tian Linger driving the treasure onto the stage, and saw the magic weapon bursting with rays of light and full of fairy energy. It was probably the famous magic weapon "Amber Zhu Ling" of Dazhufeng elder Suru, whom his mentor had long warned to be careful about. He did not dare to neglect it at the moment. He cupped his hands and returned the salute: "Junior Sister Tian, ​​please be merciful."

As he said that, he took a step back, drew the sword art with his right hand, and raised a three-foot fairy sword exuding gray-brown light, horizontally in front of him.

Under the stage, Suru frowned, and said to Tian Buyi in a low voice: "This sword is the same as Linger's Amber and Scarlet Silk, both are magic weapons of the Five Elements, and now it depends on which of them has the deepest practice. "

Tian Buyi smiled slightly, and said: "Among Qingyunmen's earth-type magic weapons, what can compare to your Amber Scarlet Silk? From my point of view, that fairy sword is far behind your Amber Scarlet Silk."

Suru spat in a low voice, and said, "You will talk nonsense."

At this time, a bell sounded on the stage, and the competition between Tian Linger and Shen Tiandou officially started.

Tian Ling'er was obviously young and energetic, just as the bell stopped, she immediately pointed forward with her hand, and in an instant, the sun flashed, as fast as lightning, Amber Scarlet Silk brought a gust of wind, her face hurt from shaving, and rushed towards Shen Tiandou.

Shen Tiandou didn't expect Tian Linger to fight as soon as he said so, seeing Hu Po Zhu Ling rushing over in the blink of an eye, he quickly took two steps back, his hands trembled, the fairy sword in front of him immediately shone brightly, and rushed forward.

Xiaguang and gray-brown light collided together in the center of the stage, only heard a "bang", Tian Linger and Shen Tiandou both trembled, but immediately stood firm, and the two magic weapons were also deadlocked in mid-air.

In the audience, Tian Buyi frowned, and Suru also said in surprise: "Hey, Shen Tiandou's cultivation is not low." At the same time, the disciples of Chaoyang Peak in the audience shouted in unison: "Okay!"

The shouts of these hundreds of people were indeed extraordinary. They immediately suppressed the people in Dazhu Peak who were also applauding. Du Bishu, the sixth man, snorted and said, "Just because of the loudness of the voice? It's not a competition."

Yang Cong laughed dumbly: "Don't worry, Junior Sister Tian is sick."

Du Bishu asked puzzled, "Why?"

"Intuition." Yang Cong said casually.

"Exactly." Du Bishu was disdainful and wanted to take a gamble with him, but thinking that betting meant that he wanted his junior sister to lose, he had to endure it.

After a while, Tian Ling'er came back victorious, like a triumphant general, and everyone sent praises one after another.

"Senior Brother Yang, am I good?" Tian Linger asked with wide eyes.

Yang Cong touched his nose and said, "I haven't spoken to her before. What's going on?" "Well, she is a genius, amazing!"

"Hee hee." Tian Ling'er laughed happily, her eyes turned into crescent moons, cute and charming.

Tian Buyi and Suru looked at each other. The two of them understood each other's meaning instantly and nodded slightly.

The first batch of 16 people finished the competition quickly, and Yang Cong came on for the second batch. It happened to be the "Li" stage where Tian Linger competed, which saved a lot of trouble.

"Senior Brother Yang, why didn't you see your disciples from Longshou Peak come to cheer for you?" Tian Linger asked, keeping her eyes on Yang Cong's surroundings.

Yang Cong smiled: "Senior Brother Qi Hao and I came on stage at the same time, they are all over there."

Tian Linger wrinkled her nose, and said disdainfully: "Hmph, Senior Brother Qi is not as good as Senior Brother Yang, they really have no vision, it's okay, we will cheer for you."

Yang Cong smiled and nodded.

At this time, Yang Cong's opponent had already come on stage, and she turned out to be a female disciple of Xiaozhu Peak. She had average cultivation and average appearance, so average that the author didn't want to give her a name.

Really back ah!Yang Cong was speechless, and went on stage bravely.

Game start.

'Brother, please enlighten me. The female disciple saluted.

Yang Cong returned the salute without using his sword. He raised his hand and said, "Please."

The female disciple snorted, unsheathed her sword, and struck with a sword. There was a sudden burst of singing and dancing in the audience, which startled Yang Cong. Looking down, he saw a group of women's soldiers cheering her on in great force.Even the neutral audience turned their backs one after another, cheering for Xiaozhufeng, what a beauty.

Yang Cong looked at the sword light that was getting closer and closer. With a wave of his hand, a Tai Chi disappeared in a flash, along with the female disciple's sword light.

The female disciple was stunned for a moment, and continued to attack violently. She repeatedly pinched the magic formula and shouted coquettishly, "The Ice Curse!" The long sword in front of her immediately spun in front of her, piercing Yang Cong with ice thorns.

Yang Cong smiled, raised his hands, and hugged his chest. A Tai Chi was spinning in his hands, and the ice thorns were all sucked. Just as the ice spikes were about to hit her, they stopped in front of her and fell to the ground.

"Admit it." Yang Cong said.

"Senior brother has a high level of cultivation, and junior sister admires it." The female disciple forced a smile and left the stage.The host came up and announced that Yang Cong'er had won.

"Senior Brother Yang, you are so powerful! You defeated her without even using a sword." Tian Linger said in admiration, her eyes already turning into peach shapes.

'Uh, thanks. 'Yang Cong can't stand Tian Linger's enthusiasm. He has a conscience. This feeling of being worshiped by a beautiful woman is so damn good!
At this time, Yihula, the disciple who was watching the battle at the departure platform, disappeared, and all ran to another platform.

"What's the situation?" Yang Cong was taken aback.

"Huh! It's not that popsicle from Xiaozhufeng!" Tian Linger said angrily.

"Nah...what popsicle?" Yang Cong almost said Nani.

"Hehe, it's Lu Xueqi, Junior Sister Lu." Song Daren explained.

Yang Cong suddenly realized: "Junior Sister Tian, ​​do you have any grudge against her?"

"No." Tian Linger frowned.

'Oh, I see. Yang Cong said with a smile, beautiful women are natural enemies.

Song Daren frowned, and said wretchedly: "Why don't we go and have a look?"

Everyone responded one after another, Tian Linger snorted and followed sullenly.

Lu Xueqi on the stage was still as cold as ice, elegant and refined, attracting countless eyes, so much so that no one even knew who her opponent was on stage.

"Junior Sister Lu, I am Fang Chao, a disciple of Longshou Peak. I have the honor to compete with my junior sister today. I am so lucky!" Dare to feel that this guy with thick eyebrows and big eyes belongs to Longshou Peak.

(End of this chapter)