My Wife, Something is Wrong

  Chapter 518 Fairy Zixia!

   "Shua!"

  On the arena, two warriors were already fighting with swords in hand.

   On the three arenas, there are warriors competing.

   Under each arena, disciples were surrounded, and some disciples were shouting and cheering for their brothers and sisters.

  According to the rules, the early disciples of martial arts masters first draw lots to choose their opponents.

  In the end, only the top ten disciples were selected.

  Then, the disciples in the middle stage of martial arts went on stage to compete again, and the top ten were also selected.

  The top ten disciples in the early stage of the martial arts have the right to challenge the top ten disciples in the middle stage of the martial arts. If they win, the points they get will be doubled whether they are individuals or teams.

  Similarly, the top ten disciples in the middle stage of martial arts also have the right to challenge the disciples in the late stage of martial arts.

   As for the disciples of the late martial arts master, there are only four of them.

   Between the four of them, there is naturally a competitive relationship.

  In the Kyoto Martial Arts Hall, except for Luo Qingzhou and Zhang Yuanshan who are mid-stage martial artists, everyone else is at the early stage of martial arts, so they all go to draw lots first and prepare to go to the ring.

  Luo Qingzhou and Zhang Yuanshan mixed in the crowd, carefully observing the competition on the ring.

  The competition between martial arts masters is naturally much more exciting than the competition between martial arts students yesterday.

  Zhang Yuanshan shuttled between the three arenas repeatedly, and when he encountered exercises and moves he was interested in, he immediately stopped to observe and figure out carefully, and even stretched out his hands involuntarily, like a martial idiot.

  Luo Qingzhou stood in front of one of the arenas, thinking about things while watching the competition on the arena.

   "The next two, Jiang Hai, the disciple of the Yancheng branch, and Daoling, the disciple of the Kyoto branch!"

   Following the sound of this voice, a burly man walked onto the ring majestically with a mace in his hand.

   Immediately afterwards, a tall, silver-haired girl with a broad sword on her shoulders stepped onto the ring under the curious gazes and discussions of the crowd.

  Luo Qingzhou put away his thoughts and stared at the ring.

  The two stood facing each other, looked at each other a few times, handed over a few words, and then began to compete.

That burly man, with wide-ranging moves, was extremely ferocious, and his attack was like a storm. The mace in his hand swung whirringly, and the whole body was full of stick shadows. The dance was airtight, which immediately attracted the audience The next round of applause.

  Sister Dao's style is equally fierce, but at the moment she is holding a sword in both hands, fighting and retreating, spinning around in the ring, and there is no reckless fight.

  After about half a stick of incense.

Seeing that Sister Dao was about to be submerged in the dense shadow of sticks, she saw the big knife in her hand humming suddenly, and slashed out with a "shua", and directly swung the fierce mace away, and then A ferocious attack like a storm began.

   "Shua! Shua! Shua!"

The big knife in his hand slashed up and down, left and right, and there were snow-white sword shadows everywhere in an instant, and the burly man opposite was instantly submerged in the densely packed, coldly shining sword shadows, and he could only dodge and block. up.

  The situation suddenly reversed!

Before the disciples under the stage could react, Sister Dao's long legs suddenly tensed up, and then jumped up "swish", the big knife in her hand suddenly became several times bigger, and the blade was shining with dazzling light, "wow" It fell down with a loud sound!

  The burly man had retreated to the edge of the ring at this time, his whole body was covered by a big sword, and he couldn't avoid it, so he roared angrily, gritted his teeth, raised his mace in his hand, and fiercely went up to him!

"boom!"

  The enlarged blade slashed heavily on the mace!

   Sparks fly!

  The burly man's body shook, his tiger's mouth split open, and the mace in his hand almost fell out.

   But before he could react, Sister Dao had already spun to the ground, and after spinning a circle to accumulate power, Sister Dao swept away from his right side again!

"boom!"

The burly man waved the mace urgently to resist, but suddenly felt a terrible gravity, his whole body was thrown out with a "swoosh", and fell directly on the ground more than ten meters outside the ring, almost hitting Let's watch the lively disciples below.

  Sister Dao stood on the ring, holding a knife in both hands, her silver hair fluttering, and the strong wind whirled around her, like a **** descending from the earth.

  The burly man was shocked and spit out a mouthful of blood. He struggled to get up from the ground, and wanted to go up to fight again, but suddenly his legs gave way and he almost fell.

  His initial ferocious attack was doomed to not last long.

  At this time, the internal force and strength in the body have been squeezed out by the last few knives.

  A middle-aged man suddenly walked out, frowning and said: "Jiang Hai, admit defeat, there is still a chance next year."

  The burly man glanced at him and saw that it was his master. Although he was ashamed and unwilling, he knew that he was powerless to fight anymore, so he said in frustration: "I admit defeat..."

  The elder came to the stage and announced: "In this round, the Kyoto sub-rudder knife bell won!"

   As for how many points will be obtained, the other elders in the stands will score together, and then add them together.

  The disciples in the audience were all discussing.

  Luo Qingzhou saw that no one was cheering for Sister Dao, so she raised her hand and said loudly: "Senior sister with long legs on the stage, what a beautiful sword technique! I adore you!"

  Sister Dao put away the knife, glanced at him, suddenly smiled strangely, and pointed behind him.

  Luo Qingzhou froze for a moment, then looked back, and saw Princess Nangong standing behind him in a black dress with arms crossed, looking at him coldly.

  Sister Dao laughed and walked out of the ring.

   This last smile, with the demeanor of a girl from a foreign land, immediately caused restlessness among the disciples in the audience.

   "Sure enough, the legs are so long! Silver hair and blue eyes, I just smiled, and I feel like I'm in love again!"

   "The figure is also great, bigger than my senior sister... Ah! Ah! Senior sister, I was wrong, when did you come?"

  The disciple next to him burst into laughter.

  Luo Qingzhou looked at His Royal Highness behind him, blinked, and said, "Is there something wrong?"

   Nangong Meijiao looked at him coldly for a while, raised his eyebrows and said: "Now I start to like legs, don't you like feet?"

  Luo Qingzhou twitched the corner of his mouth, and said: "Princess, don't get me wrong, I just saw that Sister Dao won, and no one applauded, so I will help cheer and encourage, it has no other meaning."

   Nangong Meijiao sneered: "Then why are you applauding her long legs?"

  Luo Qingzhou: "...I don't have one."

"You have!"

   Nangong Meijiao said coldly.

  Luo Qingzhou stopped arguing with her, looked at the stage and said: "Princess, let's watch the competition."

Nangong Meijiao approached him, stood with him, looked towards the arena and said, "Luo Changtian is on the arena, he should be observing you. In the mid-term martial arts disciple competition this afternoon, have you figured out what to do then? Do you want to fight for the ranking with all your strength, and fight for the number of inner disciples, or continue to shrink your head and be a shrinking turtle?"

  Luo Qingzhou looked at her and said, "Why does the princess speak so badly? Can't it be said that she is keeping a low profile and developing in a low-key manner?"

  Nangong Meijiao snorted coldly, curled her lips and said: "For a person like you, speaking should be ugly."

  Luo Qingzhou asked: "What kind of person am I?"

   Nangong Meijiao said: "Bad guy, treacherous villain, a man who is not as good as a beast."

  Luo Qingzhou said: "Thank you Princess for the compliment, usually such people live the longest."

  At this time, the two disciples on the ring began to fight with bare hands.

   There were bursts of applause from the audience.

  On the stand, at the highest position, sat a few old men in green robes, all of them were in high spirits, their eyes glistened, and they looked quite majestic.

   "That kid?"

   "Master, it is him, the disciple will never admit his mistake."

  Mo Jiufeng stared closely at the young man under the ring, frowned, and said, "It looks like an ordinary person, it doesn't look like an extraordinary person."

  Another big-faced old man next to him smiled and said, "Senior Brother Mo, I don't care about appearance and temperament. If you don't like it, just give it to me."

  The short old man on the other side snorted coldly, and said, "That kid, I'm going to make Qingyun Peak!"

  The big-faced old man sneered, looked at him and said, "Then we will rely on our ability and let him decide for himself."

  Seeing that the two old men were about to quarrel again, a woman next to him persuaded: "Senior brothers, stop arguing. Anyway, the suzerain is out of the customs, and he should come over later. After the suzerain comes, the suzerain will decide."

As soon as these words came out, Mo Jiufeng immediately said with a straight face: "That's not okay. Didn't you see that girl Linghu Qingzhu didn't come? That girl must have gone to ask the suzerain. This time we want to compete fairly. Conquer that boy according to his ability, and let that boy decide for himself. Hmph, no matter how powerful her swordsmanship is, Linghu Qingzhu may not be liked by others. She doesn't practice swords, and she keeps a cold face all day long. It's like who owes her a few pennies, who likes to follow her?"

The big-faced old man also said: "What Senior Brother Mo said is that everyone will compete fairly based on their abilities later on. Anyway, I am willing to give the cultivation resources of Chaoyang Peak to me. If that kid is willing to go, I will make an exception and accept him as a closed disciple. it is also fine."

The short old man on the side snorted coldly, and was about to yell at him, when the woman in green robe said: "Brothers, you only heard about it, and you didn't see it with your own eyes, maybe that kid entered that formation, and he didn't see it with his own eyes. It’s just that there’s something on his body, or maybe there’s something wrong with the formation at the time. I think it’s better to look at his strength and talent before making a decision.”

  As soon as these words came out, several people pondered for a while, Mo Jiufeng nodded and said: "Junior Sister He is right, it should be true."

  At this time, a disciple came to report: "Masters, the suzerain is here."

   Upon hearing this, several people immediately stood up to greet him.

  Although the suzerain Zixia is their junior, the identity of the suzerain is not something they can ignore, and the other party's talent and cultivation are stronger than them.

  Fairy Zixia back then was the best disciple of the former suzerain, and she used her own efforts to save the sect from life and death, so she finally took over the position of suzerain.

  The whole sect is very convinced of his cultivation and ability.

   "The suzerain is here!"

   "Look quickly! Fairy Zixia from Lingxiaozong is here!"

  The disciples of Ling Xiaozong were extremely excited, and those warriors from other sects who were guests also looked back expectantly.

  At this time, a woman in a red dress came majestically surrounded by a group of people.

  Luo Qingzhou and Nangong Meijiao also looked up when they heard the movement.

  The moment Luo Qingzhou saw that fiery red figure, his heart suddenly trembled, and he felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity welling up in his heart.

  Red figure…

  Fairy Zixia...

  Luo Qingzhou opened his eyes wide, staring closely at the red figure, the more he looked at his face, the more exciting it became, and the more he looked at it, the more complex his face became!

  Whether it’s clothes, height, temperament, or long hair, they all look like…

  Just as he was holding his breath and staring at the red shadow with complicated emotions, he felt a sudden pain in his waist.

   Nangong Meijiao, who was standing beside him, stared at him coldly and said, "Are you going to die?"

  (end of this chapter)