Happy Little Scholar

"Miss Yang has made rapid progress and is now ranked twenty-seven on the Heavenly Ranking. The man in purple she fought against is ranked twenty-fifth on the Heavenly Ranking. The two have competed before. Miss Yang lost with one move, which is a pity."

Yang Liuqing's moves are quite beautiful, and are very similar to those of Miss Liu Er. She also uses a sword. Lu Luo explained beside him, but Li Yi himself couldn't tell which one of the two was stronger. You come and go, it seems. The difference in strength is not big.

Miss Liu Er loves and cares for her only apprentice. Although they are about the same age, she usually has a very upright attitude towards her master, who always has a cold and cool look. I am the best in the world, except for Ruyi. Except for that, no one takes it seriously.

Of course, Li Yi had known for a long time that she was cold on the outside and hot on the inside. He worked hard to teach his apprentices, sleeping with Xiaohuan at night and wearing a pink bellyband------the most important thing is, if she is as cold on the inside as she looks on the outside. , I will definitely not survive today.

After walking for a while, when he looked up again, Yang Liuqing had already thrown away the weapon of the man in purple. The sword was so fierce that the man in purple took several steps back and finally fell off the platform.

Yang Liuqing cupped her hands downwards and said, "I accept."

Li Yi looked at the girl with a cold look on her face. She looked much more mature than a year ago. She really thought that there would be a disciple like a master. The girl a year ago was stupid but determined. The girl who practiced her martial arts without risking her life seemed to have become what she is today in just a blink of an eye.

Even Lu Luo couldn't help but admire: "Miss Yang's talent in martial arts is really amazing. In just a few days, her ranking has risen by two places."

The man in purple retreated to the middle-aged Taoist nun. When Li Yi saw the young man beside the Taoist nun saying a few words to her, he went straight to the stage, looked at Yang Liuqing, and cupped his hands, "Jade below, please give me some advice!" "

Li Yi was shocked to see that this young man, who seemed to be about the same age as himself at most, was able to make it to the top of the Heavenly Ranking. He seemed to be slightly ahead.

As if she felt his emotions, Ruyi shook his hand. Li Yi looked back at her and burst out laughing the next moment.

I have only been in this world for more than a year. I usually practice martial arts for three days, fishing and two days, drying nets, and competing with others in martial arts. Isn’t this asking for abuse? Besides, it doesn’t matter how powerful I am, is it as powerful as Ruyi or Ruyi? , so thin that they could fall over if the wind blows. I am afraid that Lao Fang could kill them both with one punch.

On the stand, the young man was holding a folding fan made of unknown material. It was not damaged at all when he slashed with the sword. With this fan, he suppressed Yang Liuqing tightly. Obviously, there was still some distance between them in terms of strength. .

"Bah, holding a broken fan, pretending to be a Mongolian prince, the pretty boy is actually more powerful than the young girl..." Someone below curled his lips in disdain, obviously already familiar with the plot of the Heroes Conference in "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" .

As soon as he finished speaking, the fan of the young man on the stage flew out. Yang Liuqing's sword was placed on the young man's neck. After a moment, he took it back, holding the sword and saying: "Promise."

Until he stepped off the stage, the expression on the young man's face was still a bit unbelievable.

"Dharma protector, that woman's kung fu is weird." The man in purple who was defeated just now glanced at the stage and said.

A trace of annoyance appeared on the young man's face. He was extremely puzzled by the strange Kung Fu she suddenly used. He turned to the middle-aged Taoist nun and asked: "Auntie, what kind of martial arts does that woman have?"

The middle-aged Taoist nun pondered for a moment and said: "The martial arts she has learned are mixed. Most of the martial arts she used just now are from the Liu family. More than twenty years ago, Liu Qing relied on this to dominate the world and defeated two long-established masters in a row. , is recognized as the world's best master in the martial arts world. Although this female warrior's martial arts also comes from the Liu family, her internal strength is too weak, and she is still far behind Liu Qing. As for the one you just lost. Trick, I can’t see the way…”

"Who is Liu Qing?" The young man was stunned for a moment when he heard this. He could tell that his aunt was indescribably afraid when she said this name, but why had he never heard of such a master?

"When he disappeared from the world, you were not born yet." The Taoist nun said, then her eyes moved to the stage and she stopped talking.

On the other side, the sloppy old man looked at the girl on the stage with a suspicious look on his face, "She is from the Liu family, what is her relationship with Liu Qing?"

He glanced at the stage again, and his eyes immediately glared again: "One sword pierces the clouds! How could she know the skills that made the old guy Yang Wanli famous!"

"Yang Liuqing, Yang Wanli..." The sloppy old man murmured these two names. When he looked at the stage again, his eyes suddenly changed. "Could she be..."

…

Yang Liuqing came down from the stage, walked to Miss Liu Er, lowered her head and said, "Master, I'm sorry, I lost."

Li Yi waved his hand and said: "Okay, I even defeated the twenty-three on the Tianbang. It doesn't matter if I lose. It's not like your master has never lost before. After the competition, just watch it from below."

In the end, Yang Liuqing lost in the third game. The master who was in the top 20 on the Heavenly Ranking easily defeated her. There was still a big gap between her and the real masters on the Heavenly Ranking.

Miss Liu Er glanced at him, but didn't say anything.

There were many surprises in the subsequent competition.

For example, a master ranked in the top 20 of the Heavenly Ranking was defeated by a newcomer who barely made it onto the list. At this moment, no one would hide their strength anymore. In every competition, one person was eliminated, whether fast or slow, until a master ranked in the top 10 swept several masters, and no one could easily go on stage anymore.

The people on the stage shouted twice, and when no one came on stage, Miss Liu took a step forward, but was pulled back by Li Yi.

"What's the hurry? The Taoist nun hasn't come on yet. It's too early to go up now." Li Yi looked around and asked, "Where's the second uncle? He didn't sleep too much, right? How about someone go and call him?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a light sound came from his ears, which was obviously the sound of someone landing on the stage.

Li Yi turned his head and saw the Taoist nun standing on the stage, holding the whisk in her hand.

There was a moment of silence in the field, and then it immediately became noisy.

"I know her. When this Taoist nun was in Qing'an Prefecture, she defeated the master ranked eleventh on the Heavenly Ranking with one move. Although the eleventh on the Heavenly Ranking at that time cannot be compared with the current one, it also shows that this Taoist nun definitely has terrifying strength."

"So what? Although Senior Feng is the eighth on the Heavenly Ranking, it is not difficult for him to defeat the eleventh on the Heavenly Ranking at that time."

"Alas, you didn't see the situation that day with your own eyes. Anyway, this time, Master Feng is in danger."

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The man on the stage was not disturbed by the people below. He clasped his fists slightly and said, "Feng Lang, please teach me."

"Go ahead." The Taoist nun said lightly without introducing herself.

The man named Feng Lang frowned slightly, his face soon calmed down, and he held the sword and said, "Thank you!"

The sword light rose as soon as the voice fell.

The middle-aged Taoist nun waved her hand, and the whisk was wrapped around the man's hand. The next moment, his sword flew out.

The next moment, he flew out.

Feng Lang landed on the stage and took several steps back before he was able to relieve the huge force. He suddenly raised his head and looked up with a serious look, "Grandmaster?"

"Grandmaster..."

The crowd watching the battle below suddenly became quiet.

I thought there was only one Grandmaster on the Heavenly Ranking. If the Miss Liu who never took action wanted to compete for the position of the leader, no one would be able to compete with her. But now that she hasn't taken action yet, another Grandmaster has appeared. What are they playing with...

Feng Lang, who is ranked eighth on the Heavenly Ranking, can't even fight back. What else can he be if not a Grandmaster?

You know, when he challenged Miss Liu Er, he lasted for fifty moves before he was defeated...

Beside the two purple-clothed men, the young man looked around with an extremely sarcastic expression.

Miss Liu Er's face was calm, but her fists in her sleeves were clenched tightly.

Ruyi stood up slowly, and Li Yi held her hand.

He also stood up, turned his head to look at Ruyi, and said, "Let go..., please, Second Uncle."