Half a cup of tea.

Long Qingyun and the other two arrived at the Xiongfeng Horse Farm. The endless grassland was very wide, with a fertile field of hundreds of miles, and the grass was fat and the horses were strong. Following the sound, the three of them arrived at the competition site.

"Jincao Tang" was a woman in white sitting under Long Xianghui's banner. She was dignified and upright and obedient. Her eyes were staring at the two people in the martial arts field.

The delicate facial features seem charming, but there is a sharp temperament in the bones, revealing a hint of ability. This woman sat in the crowd generously, extremely beautiful, and her every move exudes a restrained and mature charm.

This person was Lin Luoxuan, the deputy rudder of the Lin'an branch of the Xuantian Sect. As soon as Long Qingyun arrived at the martial arts venue, Lin Luoxuan stared at him with charming phoenix eyes.

Seeing Long Qingyun Xiao Shuxuan raised her, Lin Luoxuan was shocked, but what followed was surprise, and his confusion and shyness came to his face.

The big watery eyes seemed to be electrocuted, ripples arise, and the tails of the eyes were raised, emitting a little confusion and endless tenderness, and the mature beauty of experiencing the world is fully revealed!

Long Qingyun was also quite surprised and thought to himself:

"The last time Lin Luoxuan met him in the roadside shop where he assassinated him in Yuweihai, he said that he was the wife and niece of Murong Bai, the director of the West Lake Sword Academy. Why did he arrive at Jibei Horse Farm in Donghan at this time?"

Mo Zhixuan seemed to feel Lin Luoxuan's hot gaze and said coquettishly:

"Long Guard, do you know the charming woman in front of you? Why do I think she is glaring at you?" After saying that, he pointed at Lin Luoxuan with his hand, kicked his left foot on the ground, looking jealous and unyielding.

Lin Luoxuan seemed to notice Mo Zhixuan's jealousy and dissatisfaction, and quickly turned his eyes and stared at the martial arts field. The young man in black and the man in white and the man in white were fighting for more than 30 rounds. The match was equal, and it was difficult to distinguish Xuan!

Suddenly, the man holding the knife suddenly turned and a saber came back, and he slashed at the man in white. In the flash, the man in white raised his sword to block it. However, he knew the sword force of the man holding the knife to the door. He turned halfway through, and cut it towards the man in white throat in the sky.

This move changes too quickly, and it changes with twists and turns. First, it turns out that it is to turn back to the saber and then to the face. It turns out that the ultimate goal is to cut it towards the throat.

Suddenly!

The man in white caught off guard and put a cold iron knife on his neck. The coldness was deep and the man in white fell to the ground and surrendered.

The crowd striking, and an uproar sounded loudly.

In this game, Ma Jianwu of "Jincaotang" won, and Dong Qisheng of "Xiongfengtang" lost. Amid the cheers of everyone, Ma Jianwu hugged his fists around him, laughed with a look of laughter, walked out of the martial arts field, and came to Longxianghui, the "Jincaotang" to "Jincaotang".

Several children in black came forward, holding Ma Jianwu's sleeves and wrists with respect on his face, and the crowd gave up their seats. Ma Jianwu sat down next to Lin Luoxuan with a arrogant look. The intelligent young man handed a cup of hot tea. Ma Jianwu took the fragrant tea and teared, and the proud look of the winner appeared on his face.

Ma Jianwu looked at Lin Luoxuan beside him and said gracefully: "Cousin, you are optimistic. This year's champion of the horse racing conference is our 'Jincaotang'!"

Lin Luoxuan was quite happy and said frankly: "I haven't seen you for a year. My cousin Jianwu's martial arts have made great progress. Even Dong Qisheng, the second son of Xiongfengtang, is no longer your opponent."

Ma Jianwu looked gloomy and remembered that he lost to Dong Qisheng, the second son of Xiongfeng Hall, who lost to Dong Qisheng, who was the second son of Xiongfeng Hall, was very upset. Today, he finally breathed a sigh of relief and said sadly: "Thanks to my cousin introducing Elder Tu Tianlin of Xuantian Sect to teach martial arts, I have achieved what I have done today."

On the rostrum, Ma Buchan hugged Dong Wanxiong and said aloud: "I won this game thanks to Mr. Dong's second son, who is not talented."

Dong Wanxiong said "Hmph!" and responded in the face of Ma Buchan's ridicule, "There is no reason to give in. It's just a dog who is not good at learning skills. It seems that the Tu Tianlin of the Xuantian Sect is indeed well-known. After only one year of teaching, your Jianwu has attracted people's attention."

Ma Buchan smiled brightly and said sinisterly: "It's too early to say it. Your family Qimao and Qiwen have not yet appeared. If they lose to my family Jianwen and Jianhao, it will be clear that the Xuantian Sect's 'Dong Xuanyue' Tu Tianlin is well-known."

Dong Wanxiong was furious and shouted angrily: "You!...Don't be happy too early." Dou Sihai, the bearded man next to him, quickly smoothed out:

"Master Dong, you didn't win the 'Jincaotang' in one game last year, so you can make him proud for a moment. Qimao was the champion last year, and if nothing unexpected happened today, there is no need to be angry with Master Ma."

Dong Wanxiong thought about it and said: "His eldest son Dong Qimao is known as the 'Jibei Quick Sword' and has been the champion of two consecutive horse racing conferences. As long as he wins the championship, three more children from Dongjiabao can be admitted to Tianyong Sword Academy this year. So what if the second son Dong Qisheng loses? It will not affect the result at all."

Thinking of this, Dong Wanxiong looked at the martial arts performance venue with a relaxed look on his face.

At this time, Dong Qisheng was like an eggplant made by frost - wilted! He picked up the sword on the ground with annoyed look on his face and returned listlessly under the Long Xianghui banner of "Xiongfengtang".

I saw a girl in red in her fifteen or sixteen years old greeting her, smiling and saying crisply: "Second brother, sit down and have a good rest. You don't have to be depressed, and you have the eldest brother and me."

This woman is Dong Qiwen, the only daughter of Dong Wanxiong. She is wrapped in red and does not feel vulgar at all. Instead, she has a sense of brilliance. Her fair face, eyebrows are as beautiful as green feathers, and her facial features are extremely delicate. When she smiles, her teeth are as bright as a squid. She is indescribably bright and charming, and has a natural beauty.

Under Ouyang Fei's leadership, Long Qingyun and Mo Zhixuan walked through the noisy crowd and came to the Long Xianghui banner of "Xiongfengtang".

Long Qingyun raised his eyes and suddenly saw Dong Qiwen's clear eyes and smiled slightly. Dong Qiwen had no good face, and looked at her with a stuttering eyes, "Where did the thin monkey come from? She is smiling, so boring!"

When Dong Qiwen saw Long Qingyun's gentle and elegant smile, she felt friendly and easy-going, and couldn't help but blurt out. Even she was surprised. She quickly covered her mouth with her hands and stared at Long Qingyun timidly.

Jibei is a heroic style, and a man is beautiful with strong strength. Long Qingyun's thin and fair appearance can be called Yushu Linfeng in the south, but it looks a little thin in the north.

Seeing Long Qingyun making fun of herself, she was disappointed before she could speak. Mo Zhixuan burst out laughing, and the flowers were trembling with laughter.

At this time, Dong Qisheng was angry. Hearing such unscrupulous and unrestrained laughter, he couldn't help but feel angry. His butt, which had just sat down, was lifted up again.

Dong Qisheng stood up in anger.

Grizzly, the direction of laughter coming.
Chapter completed!