Qingyao was so angry that she wished she could slap Mo Huier off the stage. She shouted in a low voice: "Didn't I say I wouldn't let you go to 'Baoyue Peak'? How dare you take my words as a

It seems that you have forgotten all the rules of the 'Biluo Palace' because I dote on you so much. You should reflect on it first, and when the competition is over, I will punish you two!"

Mo Hui'er didn't dare to answer, and secretly looked at Feng Yanran not far away, hoping that he would come out to intercede for them. How could Feng Yanran not see something fishy? Seeing Mo Hui'er pitiful, I really couldn't bear it.

, so he scratched his head and walked over, calling in a low voice: "Senior Sister——"

Qingyao was furious when she saw Feng Yanran approaching and immediately became furious: "Shut up, you little thing! It's not all your fault that Zi Lan is like this."

What a good thing? I didn't settle the score with you, but you still dare to come up and make irresponsible remarks. Do you really think I don't dare to fight you? Get out of here before I get angry!"

"Uh...that..." Feng Yanran was scolded so much that she wanted to say something else. Looking at Qingyao's furious eyes, she knew that the more she spoke, the worse she would get. She helplessly spread her hands towards Mo Huier, looking dejected.

Escape to your seat.

"Master Qingwei" looked at the embarrassed Feng Yanran and said calmly: "Yanran, don't interfere in the affairs of this junior, otherwise you will break Wudang's rules!"

Feng Yanran was not afraid of "Qingwei" at all. She rolled her eyes and said dissatisfied: "I want to help you, but you can control me? If you keep nagging me, I will let my senior brother slap you to pieces!"

"Master Qingwei" shook his head and smiled bitterly. He and Feng Yanran were called junior brothers. In fact, he was old enough to be Feng Yanran's great-grandfather. He didn't dare to care too much about this "little junior brother" who was fearless.

First, because he dotes on Fu Chenxue and Feng Yanran to the extreme and cannot bear to blame them.

The second reason is that Fu Chenxue and Feng Yanran are born evil and will go on an unprecedented path in martial arts. He is unwilling to restrain them, nor give them any fetters, let alone use Wudang rules to restrain them, so he is unwilling to restrain them.

Feng Yanran doesn't mind her "offending" and "disobedience".

Seeing Miao Bo's sword moves in a chain, as fast as a dragon, Zi Lan stopped dodging and faced Miao Bo's sword tip and body. The erratic soft sword suddenly shook straight, and the bright silver light pierced Miao Bo.

The throat is as soft as the moon, as silky as water, as fast as lightning, and as beautiful as falling flowers. This is one of Wudang's unparalleled sword skills - "Lingxi Sword"!

"Ah?" Seeing that a tragedy was about to happen, the whole audience exclaimed, and almost everyone couldn't help but stand up. Miaobo didn't expect that Zilan wouldn't dodge, let alone that she would use a strategy that would hurt both sides, and she suddenly broke into a cold sweat.

, unable to sheath the sword in time

, at the moment when the long sword was about to penetrate Zi Lan's heart, he roared and used his strong internal force to shake the long sword to pieces. As for Zi Lan's "Lingxi Sword", he did not try to dodge, nor could he dodge.

I would rather die than harm Zi Lan in the slightest.

The sword light in his pupils grew bigger and bigger, and for some reason, a bright smile bloomed on Miao Bo's lips. "Zi Lan, I have been deeply in love with you for so many years, but you have never smiled at me once...

I know that you have always loved that little great uncle in your heart. Your heart will never be open to me again. Then

Just let me die by your sword. Isn't it the best ending to end like this? I'm tired and don't want to wait endlessly..." Miaobo did not say these words, but his eyes

He poured out all his worries - he only wanted one relief, for the woman he loved most.

Zi Lan's "Lingxi Sword" suddenly shattered, and the soft sword flew away. She had already had the will to die, how could she hurt Miao Bo? The broken sword tip of Miao Bo still penetrated Zi Lan's heart because it was too close.

.The blood instantly dyed the white clothes red, as if pieces of peach blossoms fell on the white snow, sad and beautiful.

Zi Lan's body was shaking. She raised her head and looked into the far-reaching sky with her beautiful eyes: "Chen Xue, I'm going to die. Can you see it? If I can't become your bride while alive, let me leave this world.

Well, I will wait for you in that world...I believe that one day you will ride on a white horse and carry a sedan chair to marry me and let me be your most beautiful bride..."

Zi Lan's words were also not spoken out loud. Only the white clouds in the sky understood her thoughts.

"Junior sister -" Miao Bo saw Zi Lan injured and rushed towards him like crazy. He hugged Zi Lan tightly and burst into tears: "Junior sister, why are you doing this? Why don't you kill me?" His hands were stained.

Zilan's blood was full of blood, as if he was crazy, and his heart seemed to be broken into pieces. He accidentally killed his most beloved woman. How could this make him feel so embarrassed? "No... Junior Sister, don't die, I didn't mean it...

…”

A string of crystal tears fell down Zi Lan's face. She looked at Miao Bo who was crying and felt deep guilt in her heart. She knew that this man had always loved her, but her heart had already been given to another man: "

Senior brother, I'm sorry..."

Miaobo hugged Zilan and cried: "Junior sister, don't say that... You didn't feel sorry for me, it was me who felt sorry for you... God, why is this happening? Why don't you let me die?"

The whole audience was stunned by this incident. Two figures were shot from the stands, Qing Yao and Feng Yanran. Feng Yanran was worried about Zi Lan's injury, and Qing Yao was even more worried. Zi Lan has been the "Bi Luo Palace" for fifty years.

If the most talented disciple fails, it will be a huge blow to "Biluo Palace". They

The two started almost at the same time, but Feng Yanran's body and martial arts skills could not be compared to Qing Yao's? Feng Yanran performed Wudang's supreme light skill "Antelope Hanging Horns" and jumped directly over the huge stands, like outside the sky.

The sound, the moon in the water, is ethereal and misty, as fast as a shooting star, falling on the competition stage in the blink of an eye.

Many Wudang disciples exclaimed: "Ah... that's the great uncle of the young Taishi. His movement is so fast... What kind of Qing Gong is that?"

"Is the martial arts of Grandmaster Xiao's great uncle so good? Even Grandmaster Qingyao lags far behind..."

Seeing the wind flying dozens of feet, like a phoenix dancing in the sky and a dragon flying around the world, the representatives of various sects all exclaimed: "Who is this young man? When did Wudang produce such a powerful character?"

"Wudang is the Taishan Beidou in the martial arts world. How can we covet the heritage of a thousand-year-old sect? If your guess is correct, this young man should be one of Wudang Xuezang's masters. The 'Inner Disciple Competition' is held every five years.
Chapter completed!