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Chapter 70 She, Yours

"Qing Yunzong, He Xiangtian, please fight." He Xiangtian stepped on the stage in a high profile to win the victory and lock the third victory for Qing Yunzong.

But just before his forefoot, Han Chiba snorted: "Stupid!"

Ding Dian smiled, "It's a bit."

"What do you two mean?" He Xiangtian turned back, his face was not good.

"Look at it yourself." Ding Dian pointed to the opposite of Wutai. A disciple of Tiandaozong appeared, a young girl in Tsing Yi, but his breath was very sharp: "Tiandaozong, Leng Wenqing, fight."

Mu Cheng all glanced at He Xiangtian and they were speechless to him! Don't use your mind? Qing Yunzong has just won two games in a row and is in the limelight. Will the other cases sit and watch? The third war will definitely send some top heirs. On our side, it's best not to rush into battle first, or to send a Jin Yun disciple to the stage. How are you?

Qingyun Zong's five elders frowned. Why sent He Xiangtian? Even if you do n’t send Jin Yun's disciples, you should arrange Ling Xue.

When He Xiangtian saw the man, his face also changed. He knew Tian Daozong. This Leng Wenqing's position in Tian Daozong was equivalent to Qing Yunzong's disciple Jin.

But all come up, can I still retreat?

"Combat!" He Xiangtian rushed to Leng Wenqing, and my martial art was ‘poison’, and I had a chance to win!

result……

In just a dozen rounds, He Xiangtian was staged in Wutai by Leng Wenqing and fell into fainting!

Too bad, too direct.

The elders of Qingyunzong were a little bit indifferent, their faces were speechless for a long time.

"Third War, Tian Daozong, Leng Wenqing, won!" Zhenshou military general announced high-profile.

"Who's on?" Mu Cheng frowned.

"Stabilize, don't worry." Zhang Lan and others were very calm.

Next, the atmosphere of Yanwu Stadium continued to be hot and was ignited again and again. The disciples appeared in turns, martial arts confrontation, and perseverance, and they worked hard to show their own splendor.

There is one battle to determine the victory, the active admitting of defeat after the exciting duel, and the continued fierce battle until both lose.

Each disciple was ignited by passion, no one flinched, no one humiliated Zongmen.

One game two games ... seven games ... ten games ...

Each of them has its own wonderfulness and its own characteristics. The suzerain and the elders nodded frequently, very satisfied with the performance of the disciples, and from time to time they would comment a few words in private because of some wonderful battles.

These disciples are the pride of each sect and the hope of sects.

Qing Yunzong disciples judged the situation and went on stage in turn.

In the tenth game, Ling Xue came to the stage and played against the disciples of Baihuazong, and won!

In the thirteenth game, Han Chiba came to the stage and confronted the disciples of Xinghe Sect. A fierce battle lasted nearly half an hour, but he barely won but was seriously injured!

In the fifteenth game, Ding Dian came to the stage and fought against the **** sect disciples.

"You Huo" Zhang Lan, "Su Yi" Li Nian, and "Fantasy Sea" Murong Chong, the three Kim Jong disciples appeared in turn, inviting elite elites to fight.

result……

Murong Chong was thwarted by the Turing Sect fiercely. A fierce battle lasted for two days. The applause was thunderous, and eventually Murong Chong was exhausted due to his spiritual power and was attacked by Turing Sect with powerful cross body technique.

Li Nian was challenged on the stage and unfortunately was met by Baihuazong's legendary girl. Fan Xin, who is fifteen years old, has been staying in Jiuzhongtian for a year, and is the youngest disciple in this session.

In the end, where Li Xin won, Li Nian quit admitting defeat.

Of the three Jinsong disciples, only Zhang Lan defeated Tianshui Sect disciple Ning Long!

It is not that they are not strong, but that they are so famous that they have long been watched by the strong, and their disciples are also very strong characters.

The fierce battle lasted from morning to evening, and a total of thirty-four matchups were held. Thirty-four people were won. One was lucky, but eight others were seriously injured and lost the opportunity to participate in tomorrow's challenge.

In the evening of the same day, the city government announced the list of people eligible to participate in tomorrow's tournament. Twenty-seven disciples in Lingwu and eleven disciples in Xuanwujing totaled 38 people!

On the first day of the Eight Tea Ceremony, the consultation meeting Wu officially ended.

But the hot atmosphere of the city's main government has not gone out for a long time.

Today's Huiwu did not disappoint anyone, nor did it disappoint the reputation of `` the highest level of the new generation in the Northern Territory ''.

The wonderful performances of the disciples made the city guards admire and admire them, and also made the young ladies of the families in the city sigh.

It is indeed the genius of the Eight Sects, who lives up to its name. Compared with this group of geniuses, they are too far apart.

After the game, the family members of Wuling City left the city government, but they were all very excited and talked hotly.

As they left, the specifics of today ’s tea party events quickly spread throughout the city.

That evening, the city government hosted a grand banquet in honor of eight disciples.

After all, the Eight Tea Ceremony is a friendship event. The stage can be dead, but the stage must be harmonious, at least on the surface.

All the elders were present, and on the surface they were close to the disciples. In fact, they were watching them, for fear of trouble. This group of little guys are all excited, don't fight up tonight.

Qin Ming really didn't want to participate and had to go again. It was Zongli's death order. Unless they are seriously injured disciples, they must participate.

Simply, Qin Ming and Tie Shanhe, two uncommunicative people, sat in the corner, got something to eat, and drank a little wine.

Ling Xue is arrogant by nature, and does not like to be lively, even joining their small circle.

The three did not speak. Qin Ming ate and drank on his own, and Tie Shanhe drank on his own. From time to time, the two touched the jug with a jug.

Ling Xue closed her eyes and sat with a veil behind them.

"How do you fight tomorrow?" Tieshanhe raised his head, and a bowl of spirits fell down.

Qin Ming took a sip, and his mouth was spicy: "I'm thinking about it."

"Playing hard?"

"I think so."

"How hard can you play?" Tie Shanhe asked again, raising his head again with a sip of spirits.

Qin Ming raised his eyebrows and looked up at Tu Lingzong, thinking silently. If you want to prove yourself, step-by-step competition will definitely not work. If you want to play, you will have to play fiercely. If you want to go crazy, you will catch everyone by surprise and you will not be able to touch your own routine.

"Concubine Qin, congratulations, successfully passed the first round." Several handsome teenagers came over and took the initiative to say hello.

"Hello, good luck." Qin Ming nodded with a smile.

"How confident is Qin Gongzi about tomorrow's martial arts?" They looked at Qin's life seriously and were curious about him. An eighth-day disciple actually tortured a ninth-day disciple, which has never happened at a previous tea party, because there is no disciple who has been to eight-days. He won today, and tomorrow, will there be any surprises.

"I want to win." Qin Ming said euphemistically.

"Who do you want to challenge?"

"I am the lowest in the state. I have no choice. Whoever stands on the stage will fight."

"I heard that someone is interested in you."

Qin Ming laughed: "There should be many people interested in me."

"Baihuazong, Fanxin. The youngest person at this tea party."

"Girl? I don't fight women." Qin Ming shook his head.

"Hey, I'm afraid you have no choice." A teenager pointed to the crowd in the distance, and many handsome boys were chatting happily around the young girls. They are the disciples of Baihuazong, all of whom are women, and may be related to martial arts cultivation. Each one is long and tender, beautiful and attractive, but after the first round of martial arts today, few people dare to underestimate. 5 contestants, the winning rate is amazing.

There is a little girl in Baihuazong's disciple, who is a little younger than the other sisters, and is squinting at it.

Every heart! The legend of Baihuazong, today defeated Li Nian, a disciple of Qingyun Zong and Jinzong.

"She does not follow the common sense of swordsmanship. Today's Huiwu may not even use 80% of its strength, you should be careful tomorrow." Tieshanhe drunkenly reclined beside him, reminding Qin Ming lazily.

Qin Ming hit a cup with Tieshanhe: "I'm useless 30%, do you believe it?"

"Well, believe it." Tieshanhe took a drink.

At this time, a handsome and handsome teenager walked towards them, smiled slightly, and saluted to Ling Xue. "Mrs. Ling Xue, I'm a Tiandaozong chasing the wind at night, I wonder if I have the pleasure to invite you to sit with us?"

Chasing the wind at night, one of the three Xuanwujing disciples of Tiandaozong, is a situational figure and a romantic figure. He is very interested in icebergs such as Ling Xue and can arouse his passion for conquest.

Ling Xue raised her eyes lightly, her eyes were like water, cool and flowing, very beautiful and very cold.

Ye chased the wind and smiled, gentle and polite, reaching out to pick up Ling Xue.

Qin Ming moved aside to make way. No problem, you guys play.

But Ling Xue raised his finger at Qin Ming, ignored the night to follow the wind, and continued to close his eyes to adjust his breath.

"Huh?" Chasing the wind strangely at night, glancing at Qin Ming.

Qin Ming shrugged, didn't understand, and was innocent.

"Mrs. Ling Xue means ..."

"Ask him." Ling Xue's red lips lightened and his tone was cold.

"He?" Ye Zhefeng's eyes flowed, and he suddenly understood: "Sorry, I took the liberty. Brother Qin, good luck."

"What do you mean?" Qin Ming touched Tieshanhe.

"She, yours." Tieshanhe squinted, half asleep and awake.

"..."