Impatient and wise.

Suddenly, Long Qingyun had an idea. Jiang Fangyuan's thick palm power came over the sky, and there were a hint of toxins in his palm.

Long Qingyun's body was shaking, feeling staggering, and his sword skills were no longer so refreshing, and his fatigue was revealed.

Tuoba Xi's appearance was pale, Mo Zhixuan's eyebrows were frowning, Mei Wanting's face was surprised, and there was a sound of shock in the crowd.

Jiang Fangyuan raised his sword eyebrows and looked gloomy: "It seems that the toxins in the palm wind of the 'Blood Handprint' have already taken effect. This person is not afraid. I only need the last blow to end today's battle."

As he saw his eyes fading away, Long Qingyun's body gradually became unstable, like a lonely boat in the storm, as if a prodigal son would pass by and would overturn the boat.

Jiang Fangyuan was overjoyed and accumulated tens of strength. He slapped out the "blood handprint" with all his strength. This palm was so bold that it was filled with internal strength in his whole body, which was enough to destroy the world. You can imagine the consequences of Long Qingyun being crippled. A ferocious smile appeared on Jiang Fangyuan's face.

"Not good!" Jiang Tianci in the stand blurted out suddenly. Mei Tingao, the Marquis of Zhenguo, seemed to see the clues and shook his head slightly. The Nine Sage King Wanyan Jingtai, Fu Chaoxi was calm, as if the changes on the stage were expected.

Dongfang Bai and the other three looked confused and their eyes were staring at the two on the martial arts stage.

Wherever Jiang Fangyuan's palm power went, he suddenly lost Long Qingyun's trace.

Jiang Fangyuan's eyes widened, his pupils were filled with shock.

This shock was extraordinary. The vest was already sweating faintly. I used all my strength to attack with my own move and did not retain my strength. If the opponent counterattacked, how would I deal with it?

If you are afraid of, you will come.

At this time, Long Qingyun was in mid-air, and the Zhanlu sword in his hand raised, and eight sword energy rushed towards Jiang Fangyuan.

Like a dragon, like a thunder.

It was the "Eight Dragons Racing" in Zhanlu's sword technique, which was powerful and domineering, and rushed towards Jiang Fangyuan with the power of thunder.

If Jiang Fangyuan wanted to resist the power at this time, he would have insufficient strength and would have too little time to dodge sideways, because the "Eight Dragons Racing" came from all directions, no matter which direction he flashed, he would be covered by the opponent's sword energy.

In a hurry, Jiang Fangyuan leaned back and fell back several feet, retreating to the edge of the martial arts platform.

Suddenly, a cold sword was erected on Jiang Fangyuan's neck, and a biting chill penetrated Jiang Fangyuan's neck, but the chill in his heart became even more bone-bone.

The air seemed to have solidified, and time paused for a moment and suddenly became silent.

The instant change of the battle situation made the heroes incredible. They stood there and seemed to blind everyone's eyes.

Suddenly, the people who woke up gave thunderous applause, resounding throughout the sky.

Jiang Fangyuan stood there in a daze, his eyes filled with shock, and he still didn't believe it was true.

But this is the fact, if you lose, you lose.

The two of them competed in martial arts, like a battle between two armies, fighting wits, courage, and ruthlessness. It is a competition of force, endurance and mind. Although Jiang Fangyuan's martial arts skills are not weak, he is obviously not as good as Long Qingyun in terms of mental strategy.

It turned out that Long Qingyun pretended to be poisoned and paralyzed Jiang Fangyuan. Jiang Fangyuan underestimated the enemy and mistakenly thought that Long Qingyun had been poisoned. He was overjoyed and launched the last blow without leaving any backup plan.

This originally confident blow became the crux of Jiang Fangyuan's "defeated from Maicheng".

When a master fights, although the competition is a move that lies in the best, it is not a contest of mind.

Seeing Jiang Fangyuan's defeat, Mei Wanting stood on the spot. Jiang Fangyuan's domineering and brave image collapsed in his mind, and he felt sad.

At this time, Long Qingyun looked not so weak, and his graceful posture became a brilliant one!

Ouyang Fei, Gongsun Mou, Mei Changting and others rushed to the stage, lifted Long Qingyun up and threw it into the air, laughing freely, celebrating victory.

In the cheerful atmosphere, the noise was louder and louder.

The seven people in the stands had different expressions and different moods.

Mei Tingao, the Marquis of Zhenguo, said casually: "Director Fu, this Long Qingyun is brave and resourceful, and I, the Datong Army, need such talents."

Fu Chaoxi smiled and said, "I think the Marquis wants to recruit Long Qingyun as his son-in-law."

"Hmph!" Jiang Tianci, the leader of the Xuantian Sect, snorted, his face full of anger. He originally planned to leave, but the Nine Sage King Wanyan Jingtai was on the scene, afraid of losing his manners and giving people a stingy suspicion.

The Nine Sage King Wanyan Jingtai said loudly:

"I, Donghanli, have been preparing for war for many years, and it will be a matter of time before going south to pacify Nanyong in one fell swoop. Long Qingyun is a man from Nanyong. It is of course very good for the Marquis of Zhenguo to keep him in the army. If he wants to return south, he can take thunderbolt measures."

The Nine Sage King Wanyan Jingtai's tone was awesome and had a mighty spirit of decisive killing.

As for whether this "Pi Li method" should be forced to stay or kill, Fu Chaoxi and Mei Tingao looked at each other and looked at each other without saying anything. Some things can only be understood but not expressed in words.

Dongfang Bai, the president of Tianlu Academy, Qiu Qianhai, the president of Tianzuo Sword Academy, Yan Xiaofeng, the owner of Tiancheng Sword Mansion, and other three people also looked awe-in. The result of this competition was not very satisfied with the three.

Dongfang Baiyouyou, the president of Tianlu Academy, said:

"In this martial arts competition, our college failed and fell into the sand. It was not ideal. I can only hope that in the article competition next month, our Tianlu Academy will win the championship again."

Thinking of this, Dongfang Bai was also very comforted. In the article competition on June 10 last year, Tianlu Academy won the first place. If nothing unexpected happens, this year will be the only thing in your pocket.

Although Fu Chaoxi is known as a great scholar of his generation, his disciples of Tianyong Sword Academy are not as good as Tianlu Academy in terms of articles. This is what Dongfang Bai is proud of.

Donghan followed the Han system, established the three provinces and six ministries system, and recruited talents, which also imitated the Han system to open up ancestry and select scholars. According to different regions, it was divided into north and south selection. The north focused on ci and fu, while the south focused on classical meanings.

The article competition held on June 10th every year is different from the selection of scholars. It follows Donghan’s ancient talent selection system, which has been passed down to this day and is quite famous in Donghan. It is also an important way for talents to enter the temple to become officials.

There are generally four ways to get the source of Donghan’s talents. First, it is the hereditary of the royal family, followed by the annual imperial examination and the military, and establishing military achievements on the battlefield.

The fourth way is the martial arts competition held by Tianyong Sword Academy on May 10th every year to select military and military talents; the article competition held by June 10th every year to select civil servant talents.

The cold clan should quickly enter the temple, show his ambitions, and be valued by the empire. It is undoubtedly the fastest way to participate in the annual martial arts competition and article competition of Tianyong Sword Academy.

Long Qingyun walked off the martial arts stage surrounded by Ouyang Fei, Gongsun Mou and others.

The excited and excited voices of the heroes came from the crowd. A tall and thin man said to the heroic young man next to him: "Congratulations to Brother Tu, who has won one of the thirteen masters and entered the military field, will be a centurion."

The heroic young man held his fists and returned the favor, smiling.

Another fat young man said loudly: "I wish Brother Tu a bright future, like a marquis of Zhenguo, and to devote himself to military and military affairs, and to achieve great achievements in his life."

The heroic young man nodded slightly, his eyes were bright and he said with a stern voice:

"I think that Marquis of Zhenguo Mei Tingao was also a cold clan back then. With his strong skills, he shined in the Tianyong Sword Academy martial arts competition and won the championship. He thus entered the military, started as a centurion, made many military achievements, and became a general guarding one of the four pillars of Donghan. I should take him as an example."

Speaking of this, a hint of pride appeared on the brave young man's face.

Long Qingyun has excellent ear skills and can hear clearly.

Looking at the children of aristocratic families such as Ouyang Fei, Mei Changting, Gu Baiyu, Luo Ziqian and other families beside him, thinking of his identity as a cold clan, he couldn't help but feel moved.

Tuoba Xi beside him shines brightly, Mo Zhixuan is charming, and Mei Wanting has a peach blossom face.

Long Qingyun felt a lot.

Do you join the army like Mei Tingao, the Marquis of the State, gallops on the battlefield and makes achievements?

But as a Nan Yong person, he served Donghan.
Chapter completed!