...

"Why?" Ou Chuyang asked in confusion.

Mu Wanqing replied: "I have been regaining my cultivation for so long and have never fought with the same-level masters. I really want to see the style of the masters in Yanzhou."

"It's hard to say if you want to find someone to compete?" Ou Chuyang smiled and said, "Di Zhenjie has dozens of sword servants, and there are several at the peak. I just want to invite them to come and play with you."

"That's different." Mu Wanqing shook her head, "Friendship competition, stop when you click, it's meaningless. On the ring, the two sides strive to win, and the true sign can be seen."

Ou Chuyang still disagreed, "That's right, but the sharp blade is ruthless, it's still too dangerous."

Mu Wanqing looked at Ou Chuyang deeply and asked, "Who do you think of me?"

"I...this..." Ou Chuyang didn't know why Mu Wanqing suddenly asked, "Is this related to sword competition on the ring?"

"Since my dantian was destroyed, you have been with you all the way, trying to save me and heal me... and then I brought [Biqudao www.biqudao.info] to live here, working hard to make swords to make money for me to practice... I am very grateful, but..." Mu Wanqing looked up at the sky outside the window, "I feel that I have become your vassal, your burden, the vase you have raised in the deep boudoir... I can't help but ask myself, is this still me, Mu Wanqing?"

"This..." Ou Chuyang was stunned. For the first time in such a long time, he was shocked by the fact that he heard Mu Wanqing tell her feelings. He couldn't help but reflect on himself:

Yes, Mu Wanqing, who used to be proud, independent and charming, was as unattainable as an iceberg goddess. Since she was seriously injured and moved to Yanzhou, she seemed to have gotten used to protecting her behind her. Mu Wanqing knew that she had good intentions, so she didn't say anything, but she seemed to have completely ignored her feelings.

"But... I watched you go to the ring to fight... This really worried me..." Although Ou Chuyang understood Mu Wanqing's intentions, he was still worried.

Mu Wanqing asked back, "Then you go to the front line of the sea and the sky, participate in the sword competition on the arena, go to Yanbei to rescue Hanyu Palace, and go to Chu Yuanyi's sword decision to... Have you ever thought about whether I would be worried?"

"That's different, I'm a man..."

"Man is divided into men and women, can swords be divided into men and women?"

"Uh... OK OK, I won't stop you." Ou Chuyang knew that Mu Wanqing had decided, so he couldn't stop him. "With your peak sword servant's level, holding the famous sword 'Qiu Shui', I believe that there is a rare person among the sword servants who can beat you."

But Mu Wanqing said lightly: "I don't need 'autumn water', just 'first snow'."

"That won't work, I firmly disagree..."

"Why don't you use Wei Dongheng's famous sword when you and Chu Yuanyi's sword decision?" Mu Wanqing asked back, "You can use the Life and Death Sword Decision to explore your own potential, why can't I do it? Could you look down on me?"

"This...is not..." Ou Chuyang had nothing to say.

"The sword is sharpened by sharpening, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold. I, Mu Wanqing, are not the weak flowers and plants in the greenhouse. I, I can do what you can do, too." Although Mu Wanqing's expression was still calm, the hint of pride in her eyes seemed to be revealed from her bones.

Ou Chuyang repeatedly persuaded her several times, but she could not change her determination, so she had to settle for the second best and upgrade the "Chuxue" sword to a rare treasure for her. He could not let Mu Wanqing take the superb craftsmanship weapon to a decisive battle with the peak master of the Sword Master.

...

On the ninth day of the ninth month, the Di family competition was still in the Wengcheng, the south gate of Jinghai City. A protective formation circled the entire Wengcheng a hundred feet radius into a sword competition arena.

The head of the Di family, Di Hongbo, dressed in a black brocade robe and a golden python belt, led the old man Di Hongyuan and his relatives to sit on the main city tower facing north and south to watch the game. The four young masters Ying, Xiong, Hao, and Jie led their masters to sit on the Wengcheng City Tower to the south. Guests from all directions were around the east and west sides.

As soon as the third hour of the Chen hour arrived, Di Hongyuan stood up and said loudly: "It's time to climb high and look far every year on the Double Ninth Festival. My Di family is to worship our ancestors and to verify the progress of the children of the disciples this year. Please witness it with all friends."

Di Hongyuan's words were very concise. After saying this, the four young masters came to the court to unveil the curtain of this family competition. Like in previous years, the third young master Di Zhenhao won all three games and won the first place in a clean and neat way.

"Take the way." Di Zhenhao still looked proud and satisfied.

Discussions around the field:

"The third young master is extremely talented and enters faster and faster. I am afraid that he will break through the sword master in a few years and open a great level with the other three young masters. Then there is no need to compete."

"But if you want to be the head of the family, it is not enough to rely on swordsmanship alone. The fourth young master is the latest, but develops the fastest, and has a lot of talents under his command. Especially the newly appointed deputy city lord Mei Aochu is a rare talent in a century."

"Deputy Lord Mei is both civil and military, and he is indeed a great man of his generation. Unfortunately, he has just been promoted to the Sword Attendant. In recent years, I am afraid that he can only watch others make a big splash in the ring."

"That's right, which side of the four young men do you think is the strongest and has the greatest chance of winning this year?"

"The third young master has won one game and is invincible; the eldest young master Pan Yunfeng is invincible at the same level, so he will definitely succeed in defending his title; there are only two groups of swordsmen and sword servants. In my opinion, although the fourth young master has a large number of subordinates, he is not as good as the second young master in terms of masters. This year, this situation is probably the strongest, and the fourth young master is the weakest."

"It makes sense. If the fourth young master wants to win 10% of the bonus, he will probably have to wait until Deputy City Lord Mei advances to the peak of the sword disciple."

...

Amid the discussion, the battle between the Swordsman group had begun. Chu Yuanyi was dead, Ou Chuyang advanced to the Swordsman, and a vacuum period suddenly appeared in the Swordsman group, and no one could completely dominate the position.

At the same time, among the four young masters, the number of sword disciples was the largest. So dozens of peak sword disciples took turns to fight and started a fierce battle.

"This scene makes people think of last year. Brother Mei has two swords in his hand, first destroying Chu Yuanyi, and then defeating a group of masters in a row. It is really amazing and has endless aftertaste." Di Zhenjie turned to Ou Chuyang and smiled. He had already made the worst plan for this year's competition, but at this time he was relaxed.

Ou Chuyang smiled faintly and said, "There are talents in the country, and a generation of new people will be replaced by old people. This battle between the swordsman is also very exciting."

Di Zhenjie said: "But I heard that there are talented people in the country who have emerged for hundreds of years, and each has been in charge of the style of the world for hundreds of years. Brother Mei's talent is rare in a century."

"The fourth young master has won the award, haha."

"It's Brother Mei who is too humble, haha."

...

In the end, the champion of the Swordsman group was captured by the second son Di Zhenxiong. In this way, the second and third brothers each won one game and received 20% of the dividend. The Di family's amethyst ore vein produced as much as 10 million amethyst per year, and each dividend is million amethyst. Who is not jealous? The battle between the two groups of Sword Masters will become more intense next.

"I would like to invite Sun Peng, the winner of the Sword Service Group last year, to come to the stage to defend the competition."
Chapter completed!