My imagination has come true

Chapter 83 Comments
"The little sect master of Huijianmen is also here, so it shouldn't be a problem."

Several old people in the competition committee felt tense in their hearts after they found out that Mu Luosheng had signed up.

The face of our Ming country is almost in the hands of a few of them who are as old as dead wood.

I was so scared that I didn't sleep for half the night, and I wrote letters to my old friends all night. I was so shameless that I registered the name of the current little door master of Huijianmen without a word with Huijianmen.

There is no way, other masters are as high as the sky and the emperor is far away, so they can't reach them for a while.I don't even know if the other party is retreating, researching new moves, or busy with other important matters.

Hey, the masters of their younger generation are not enough.

The growth rate is too slow.

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince immediately cut down the declining army. In addition to the older generation sitting in charge, he also recruited many young warriors as pioneers every year.

The growth of these restricted areas in the country is extremely fast, and it is only thanks to the hard work of the soldiers that they are barely sealed off.

Think about the same as the common people in the past few decades, in those precarious days, even an old man like him with one leg buried in the loess wanted to contribute to the prosperity of the world.

Situ Qingshuang, the little master of Huijianmen, has been wandering around Yuncheng, Changxian, and Zhaocheng recently, at least he seems relatively free.

His martial arts is also a leader among the younger generation, and if he is pulled into the arena, he may be able to kill a tree with arrogance.

While speaking, the atmosphere in the martial arts arena was solemn.

Several old people frowned, their faces were heavy, and they all fell silent.

Mu Luosheng actually came to an end.

Chen Yi stopped immediately, gently tugged on her junior sister, went to the side of the martial arts arena, and said eagerly: "Quick, take a closer look."

The senior brothers and senior sisters in the Yuncheng Martial Arts Academy stared at them with burning eyes at the same time.

Mu Qingyun: "..."

She works as a sparring partner in the door, and her most famous ability is that she can see through other people's moves at a glance.

The flaws and defects of the moves, Mu Qingyun can tell one, two, three after a while, usually very reasonable.

Although seeing through does not mean that you can crack it when you really get started. After all, sometimes you know that it is a flaw, but the martial arts are far from each other, and you have nothing to do with others.

But I have to say that this ability is indeed a bit magical in the eyes of many disciples in the martial arts hall.

Since Mu Qingyun joined the martial arts school, except for Sun Feifei who was very hostile, everyone else has been very enthusiastic.

Of course, the style of their martial arts school itself is good, but it is more because of her value that people can see in their eyes.

Mu Luosheng lifted the epee as if no one was there.

In an instant, the strong wind blew, shaking the bricks and stones on the martial arts arena.

A murderous aura is coming.

In the stands, Sun Zhixin stood up suddenly, took a step forward, and frowned.

Suddenly, Muluo came alive, the sword was like thunder, and swift like lightning. The eighty-jin epee was in his hand like an arm, sometimes as heavy as a mountain, and sometimes as nimble as the wind.

Sun Zhixin asked in amazement: "When did he reach the 'seeking truth'? How old is this guy?"

For a 22-year-old young man, his life is just beginning. How can he have the foundation to seek the truth?
"The little sect master of Huijian Sect is still only nuanced now."

The members of the organizing committee sitting next to him also looked a little heavy.

"Don't worry, it seems that he is just a newcomer to seeking truth."

"That little sect master, who can fight 'undefeated' even in the Shattering Illusion Realm, can still fight against Shangmu Luosheng."

Sun Zhixin knew.

It's just that the Ming Kingdom has been a kingdom of heaven since ancient times, so what is the Three Islands?

As long as he thinks that it is possible for people from Mishima to take away the gold medal in the event held by him, and the word "Anbang Dingguo" is still engraved on the gold medal, his brain becomes numb.

Damn, that's true, he will have no face to bury in his ancestral grave in the future, for fear of being hammered to death by his ancestors again.

But at this time, almost all the young masters in the morning training in the martial arts arena were overwhelmed by Mu Luosheng, and they were all timid and cowardly, as embarrassed as chicks who were drenched in heavy rain.

Those young people in the Xinghua Forest in northern Jiangsu saw Mu Luosheng's sword pointing at them, and ignored the fact that they were still a thousand miles away, so they dropped their own sword, and the birds scattered like beasts and ran away clean.

Sun Zhixin's face was burning, and his heart ached from anger.

These old people are actually not bad, they are old, they have cultivated their energy well, and when they are angry, they are angry, but they can still sit still, but a group of young people present are ashamed and thrown at home, and their hearts are burning with hatred.

During the silence, Si Le came out from the guest room not far away, and walked onto the martial arts arena bearing Mu Luosheng's sword energy without saying a word.

Before the others arrived, he suddenly drew his sword and stood up, a set of "Thirteen Swords of the Moon Palace" that must be learned by the direct disciples of the Moon Palace poured out like clouds and flowing water, and the sword light rushed towards Mu Luosheng.

The surrounding young disciples applauded loudly.

The elder brother of Yuegong frowned, and the elders were also a little helpless.

"This child is still tender."

The young disciples may not be able to see clearly for a while, but the old people have a bad heart when they are in Si Le. Sure enough, Si Le's swordsmanship looks very good, but the moment he draws the sword, he is affected by Mu Luosheng. Involved in other people's sword power.

If the two of them were really fighting now, if Si Le made a move, the defeat would be over.

Si Le was also shocked. His expression was serious, and he obviously planned to get rid of this force field control, but the more eager he was, the more he wanted to get rid of it, the deeper he got into it.

For a while, everyone felt uncomfortable, and many warriors who participated in the competition couldn't help but feel discouraged.

Such a master, how to fight?
Chen Yi said angrily: "What's the big deal, none of our top bosses participated, even if he wins, it's nothing."

Even so, it was a great humiliation in the eyes of the common people.

The common people don't care whether their masters are there or not, and they don't care if Mu Luosheng is a quasi-sage disciple with outstanding talent and a genius worthy of this generation.

They will only know that a person from the Three Islands, on the ground of the Ming Kingdom, alone overwhelmed hundreds of well-known masters and took away the gold medal.

Just thinking about it, everyone present will feel chilled to the bone.

Chen Yi gritted her teeth: "No, if this goes on like this, our people won't be on the field tomorrow, they'll lose their spirit in fright, and they won't even be able to hold their weapons steadily, and they'll be nothing."

Mu Qingyun blinked and winked at Chen Yi.

Chen Yi was stunned for a moment, then understood, raised her breath, and said with a smile: "Qingqing, those are the senior disciples of the quasi-sacred wood eleven of the Mishima Kingdom, and the rookie disciples of the Moon Palace. What do you think of their sword skills?"

In the past, the disciples were used to playing games like this in the Martial Arts Field. Chen Yi was a little confused when he spoke the first word, but after he said it, it was natural and frank.

The surrounding senior brothers and senior sisters also gathered together in a normal way, looking relaxed, pointing at the martial arts field, talking and laughing, and cooperating tacitly, without any trace of deliberation.

Mu Qingyun smiled and said: "Mu Luosheng's swordsmanship is really good, tsk, it's almost perfect, hey, this move is good, but the strength of the left leg didn't keep up, and the sword move was three points lighter, but it can't be blamed on him , is the problem of the sunlight, which just shines in his eyes."

"Ah, this move is not quite right. He must have simplified it by himself, and for a moment his chest was exposed."

"This move has become better. It's straightforward and not muddy. Well, it shouldn't be a continuous move here. It's obviously not proficient. Hey, it really missed a flaw."

(End of this chapter)