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Chapter 47 You’re out of luck

 "It's just not possible anyway!" Murong Aotian held the hilt of the sword, "I want to marry my sister, let's beat me!"

"Enough!" Murong Ba shouted angrily, "Aotian, why did you talk to fellow Daoist Qin? He is a disciple of the Taoist Venerable. What is your identity? What qualifications are you qualified to compete with him? Besides, you have higher cultivation than fellow Daoist Qin.

So many, can you feel ashamed to challenge him?"

"Grandpa!" Murong Aotian was dissatisfied, "You also know that his cultivation is low, so what qualifications are there to marry his sister?"

"You!"

"Mr. Murong, don't be angry. Since my junior brother wants to compete, it's okay to compete with each other. Qin Changqing smiled and watched the performance of the grandfather and grandson.

Murong Aotian has a bad temper and a straightforward personality, but this old man has a lot of thoughts.

He couldn't hear that Murong Ba deliberately mentioned his cultivation, just to let Murong Aotian make this clear.

What qualifications do you have to marry my granddaughter if you are a waste of foundation building?

Although Qin Changqing is Mo Jiuzhou's apprentice, a big man like Mo Jiuzhou cannot get involved in the affairs of their aristocratic families. Qin Changqing has only built a third floor, so he doesn't think he can be taken seriously.

In addition, Yinxu Prefecture also has the power of the Great Yan Dynasty, and the situation is mixed. Lingxiao Zongyuan cannot relieve his near thirst, so the marriage is much more affordable.

The benefits are right in front of you, so you will naturally be reluctant to give up.

"Fellow Daoist Qin, how can this be done? Ao Tian is reckless and has no sense of action. What if..." Murong Ba was happy, but his face still maintained a worried look.

"It's okay." Qin Changqing raised his lips, "Junior Brother Murong, why not make a bet. If I win, the Murong family will take on this marriage. If I lose, I will never step into the Murong family's door again from now on

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"Senior Brother." Qin Lingshuang frowned.

Murong Xue is also a little worried.

"It's okay." Qin Changqing chuckled.

"What you said!?" Murong Aotian's eyes lit up, "Grandpa! Let me compete with him!"

Murong Ba pretended to be embarrassed, but Qin Changqing said a few more words, and finally had to reluctantly agree and told Murong Aotian to 'get it to the end'.

Everyone made a way out in front of the Murong family's mansion.

This street is very spacious, but the battle between two foundation-building cultivators will inevitably be a bit fierce, and it is very likely that someone will be hurt by accident. But Murong Ba obviously has no intention of letting Qin Changqing enter.

"I'm going to fight?"

"It is said that the boy from the Murong family has a very good talent, and he is also at the level of genius in Lingxiao Sect."

"Then how is Qin Changqing's cultivation?"

"It should be not low. I feel that the breath is thick, but the realm is... strange."

"What's the matter? Which one of the major sects does not have something to cover up their cultivation?"

The casual cultivators present and many members of the aristocratic family had many higher cultivation levels, so naturally they could see Qin Changqing's realm.

But if you are too convinced to see what your eyes see, you will be young.

Everyone has reason to believe that since Qin Changqing took the initiative to propose it, he must be sure unless he is a fool.

Is he?

"Isn't this guy just relying on that set of sword formation? Haha! Let's see how I deal with you Murong Aotian sneered.

After he came out of the secret realm, he had already found out about Qin Changqing's situation.

The real cultivation level should be about the fifth level of foundation building. The bursting of the formation is comparable to the seventh level of foundation building in a short period of time, but Murong Aotian knew that Qin Changqing would lose his combat power after releasing that move.

Not to mention whether that move can hurt him, even if he can, he will not be afraid.

"Is Senior Brother Qin really okay?" Murong Xue and Qin Lingshuang retreated aside and looked at him with concern.

Qin Lingshuang thought for a while and said, "If there is danger, I will take action directly."

"But this competition..."

"What do you have to do with me?"

Qin Lingshuang doesn't care.

Martial ethics?

Nothing exists.

As long as Qin Changqing is in danger, she will definitely take action without hesitation.

That old man Murong can't stop her.

Just as he was thinking, Murong Aotian took the lead.

The purple fire surged out and attached to the sword and stabbed Qin Changqing.

The latter put the sword in front of him and stopped the attack.

Ding ~

"Hmph!" Murong Aotian's eyes turned cold, and the purple fire aura suddenly burst out, and the flames turned into a purple tiger and roared and rushed towards him.

Qin Changqing was calm and fluttered his arm, and a stream of darkness rushed out of the swordsman, knocking the tiger to destroy.

"Sword stance!?"

There was a burst of exclamation around.

Qin Changqing comprehended the sword force and realm of the sword force was not deep, but it was enough to crush Murong Aotian's purple fire sword in terms of exquisite sword skills.

The latter also realized this, and his face was gloomy at this time. He gave up the idea of ​​competing with sword moves, and instead used his cultivation advantage to press hard, trying to reduce the ten goals with one force.

However, he soon discovered that the power released by the eighth level of foundation building could not suppress Qin Changqing!

"Are you just capable of it? It seems that the ranking you got from the competition is very rich.

Qin Changqing taunted while dealing with Murong Aotian's attack.

His voice was very light, only two people could hear it.

"Stop being proud!"

Murong Aotian was furious.

"Yoyo~ I'm anxious? Are you not a genius disciple of Taixuan Peak? Why can't you even beat me, who can't get into the top 100 competitions? You're still building the eighth floor of the foundation, which is embarrassing."
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"If I were you, I would have been killed by looking for a piece of tofu."

"Speaking of this, your sister and I have already practiced dual cultivation. I have a relationship with her. You have no chance."

"Bastard! I'm going to kill you!" Murong Aotian rushed over without hesitation.

Qin Changqing's eyes turned cold, his eyes were very calm, and his eyes were staring at Murong Aotian's sword move.

The Purple Fire Sword is named for its strength. It seems to be a big opening and a big combination, but each move is closely connected, and it is difficult to find flaws between the moves.

Murong Aotian is honest and it is very suitable for him to practice the Purple Fire Sword, but his mind is not stable enough. Once he breaks the move, he will collapse when touched.

That's why he deliberately said something to stimulate the other party.

Facts have proved that this stupidity really has a glimpse of Murong Xue.

"Breaking the waves!" Qin Changqing suddenly felt aura.

Boom!——

The layers of invisible huge waves rushed away, breaking through the sword in Murong Aotian's hand. The terrifying dark force hit his chest, knocking it away, and falling heavily to the ground.

"Wow~" Murong Aotian disheveled his hair and vomited blood.

Qin Changqing landed on the ground and kicked him out with one kick.

"You lost." Qin Changqing looked at him with a smile, "Junior Brother Murong, it seems that you need to work harder. Your swordsmanship is a bit bad, otherwise you go to Xuanyifeng and I will find a junior brother to teach you

?”

"You!"

Murong Ao was in a hurry and reached out to put his hand on the storage bag. However, before he could take action, he heard Qin Changqing's cold voice.

"Are you sure you want to compete with me for magic weapons? I can still stop now. If you use magic weapons, I can't guarantee what you will do then."

Murong Aotian's expression stagnated.

"Enough." Murong Ba walked over quickly, checked his injuries, and frowned: "Fellow Daoist Qin, it's just a competition. It's not good for you to put such heavy hands?"
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