Great Liangzhen Fusi, starting as the villain

King Jing is no stranger to the name "Qi Ping", not only because of the song Ding turmoil, but also "Bamboo Stone" that Xi Lian will read in public at every recent Kyoto poetry fair.

What's more, he had heard this name many times in the mouth of his daughter Anping.

Out of some complicated psychology, His Royal Highness was very curious, stood up and said with a smile:

"This king wants to observe it."

Mr. Da also got up and nodded: "That's exactly what I mean."

Soon, the two walked up the stairs to the second floor of the lecture hall. From here, they could overlook the Qingping in front, and the figures gathered and gradually formed a circle.

now.

There are also quite a few students who came from all directions upon hearing the news, gnashing their teeth.

If it is a normal competition, it is very common. The problem is that because of the poems, the students have been tortured by Xi Lian's spirit, and they are partial and unable to resist.

Now, knowing that the "culprit" is looking for someone to compete with, everyone's eyes are red with excitement.

"How courageous! A gentleman must avenge his revenge, let him know how powerful he is today."

"That's right, that's right, I have nothing to do with poetry."

"Don't rob me, I will fight him and avenge him."

The students rolled up their sleeves, drew their swords, and waved their magic pens, screaming, and the crowd was furious.

……

"Second Mister, why don't you forget it..."

On the Qingping, Qi Ping swallowed and spit, a little retreated:

"Brothers and sisters, you are too enthusiastic."

Wen Xiaohong smiled gently: "It's okay, it's just a discussion."

As he spoke, he glanced at the crowd and said calmly, "At the second level of entraining Qi, students majoring in kendo will come out."

Swipe——In an instant, a famous student stepped forward, and there were not many.

It's normal to think about it. Most of the disciples of the academy are in the two realms of entraining qi and washing marrow, and among them, entraining qi is the most.

Wen Xiaohong pondered for a while, and pointed to a student who was holding a long sword and was eager to try: "Yuan Zhou, come here."

The young man named Yuan Zhou showed a victorious smile and cupped his hands: "Yes!"

The rest of the students were disappointed for a while, and then cheered up:

"Brother Yuan, it's up to you."

"Give this crap some color."

Yuan Zhou, with delicate eyebrows and a well-educated look, cupped his hands at Qi Ping:

"Junior Brother Qi, I will offend you later."

Qi Ping was a little puzzled, and asked, "Brother Yuan, did I 'offend' everyone?"

He was a little dazed and noticed that something was wrong. Of course, the "offended" here did not mean that these boys and girls really had any ill feeling towards him, it was more of a joke.

It's like after being cheated, I really want to beat him up.

Yuan Zhou's face collapsed when he heard the words, and his tone was faint: "Then let's start with the two poems of the younger brother..."

Then, he described how Xia Xilian carried out mental torture, so what, and asked all the students in the academy to hand-copy "Bamboo and Stone" a hundred times, and to write a post-reading review to understand the "Bamboo and Stone Spirit" and other bad deeds.

Absolutely.

"So, I won't let you down when we discuss later. Junior Brother Qi must go all out and treat it as a life-and-death fight." Yuan Zhou said seriously.

Wen Xiaohong also nodded and said:

"Academy disciples are not literati in temples. In the future, most of them will guard places or even go to the army. Fighting is also an experience. You two can use it freely later. I will take care of it, and nothing will happen."

Qi Ping took a deep breath and got serious, drawing a knife in his hand:

"Brother please advise."

The crowd dispersed suddenly, leaving space for the two of them, and the atmosphere changed suddenly. When they really entered the battle mode, Yuan Zhou's gentle temperament disappeared, replaced by a fierce attack.

"laugh--"

The invisible air machine was locked at the same level, and then, Yuan Zhou tapped the ground lightly with his toes, like a wild goose passing by a big lake, and a rapier came through the air.

"So fast!"

Qi Ping shrank his pupils, and wanted to dodge, but suddenly his eyes blurred, and he saw the long sword split into two, two into four, four into eight...

In the blink of an eye, all his escape routes were blocked.

It's not an illegal weapon or spell, but pure speed, pulling out afterimages, Yuan Zhou's figure is erratic, like a paper man, weightless, and the long sword cuts through the air.

This is the academy sword cultivator?Damn bug... Qi Ping cursed secretly and turned defensive.

A knife danced airtightly, resisting the long sword, the true essence exploded, making a "jingling" collision sound, but it was completely suppressed in an instant.

……

Far away, upstairs.

The handsome middle-aged prince smiled and said:

"Academy's swordsmanship is really powerful. In the past, this king only heard of swordsmen masters with supernatural powers, who can fly with a sword and take the enemy's head from a thousand troops, but he didn't think that a simple attack is so good."

Mr. Da raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and then concealed it reservedly, commenting:

"This Yuan Zhou Zhenyuan is not thick. Although his body is elegant and looks like a flower, it is actually flashy and not powerful enough."

King Jing smiled and said nothing, but his eyes fell on Qi Ping. Well, he had never seen the latter, but from the style of his clothes, he could lock it.

In my heart, I was surprised.

From the mouth of Princess Anping, he knew that this young man came from a small city in the northwest, and was born as a low-level petty official. After one month in the capital, he was able to fight head-to-head with the students of the academy, which is not easy.

Of course, after all, there are still obvious failures. In a small place, he may be a dragon and a phoenix among people, but in this capital, he is still eclipsed by the academy's favored son.

Well... I will tell her mother later, and tell her not to follow this kid's way.

……

in the field.

Qi Ping didn't know that the father of Princess Anping was giving him a score. At this moment, he only felt a lot of pressure.

Yuan Zhou's attacks were so intensive that he was exhausted and had no room to breathe.

Not to mention, take out the sapphire magic brush and draw amulets.

It can only rely on the practitioner's physical fitness and martial arts experience to barely resist.

"Although this guy's cultivation level is comparable to mine, he has obviously entered the second level for a long time, and I have only been a few days old, so he is much better at storing and using his true energy than me."

"The speed is fast and the swordsmanship is superb. The disadvantage is that he pursues attack speed too much and does not do enough damage...Well, I probably know the reason why Mister Er chose him."

Qi Ping flashed his mind, while defending, pretending to be an iron turtle, while trying to run "Ben Lei Jin".

In my mind, the secret method, the meridian pattern of the human body, corresponds to myself, try to run the true essence, and light up a few key acupoints.

He had tried it before and failed without exception.

At this moment, there were signs of loosening, Qi Ping sank into the ocean of his heart, and left the battle to his instincts, his mind drifted across his body.

It seems to see the meridians of the human body, and the gaseous essence flows and gathers.

A vortex is formed at the orifice.

At this moment, he suddenly realized something.

If the human body is the world, and the bones are the mountains and rivers, then the meridians are the endless rivers on the earth, the rushing true essence is water, and the rushing thunder force is the strong wind blowing, turning the calm river into raging waves.

He recalled that in his previous life, he had seen huge tsunami waves that looked like skyscrapers on the sea.

Engulfed by the power of heaven and earth, there is nothing to be taken along the way.

Stormy waves!

Slap the shore!

Roll up a thousand piles of snow!

"boom!"

At this moment, Jin Ping's body roared, dozens of acupoints lit up, and the true energy flowed rapidly, turning into raging waves.

On the Qingping, Wen Xiaohong's eyes changed, showing a surprised expression, and a group of students nearby also looked at Qi Ping in surprise.

Yuan Zhou's complexion suddenly changed when he was attacking violently, and a strong danger rose in his heart, and then, he suddenly saw a knife.

With a single touch, the sword light envelops the turbulent sea and strikes against the upper realm.

"retreat!"

Yuan Zhou's thoughts changed sharply, and he blocked it with his sword, but the qi and blood still surged up from the slash of the knife.

The true essence was consumed like crazy.

Thousands of hectares of sea water, sloping down.

"Boom bang bang..."

Yuan Zhou retreated steadily after being beaten, and he was in a state of embarrassment. The real yuan exploded by the attacks of both sides created waves of air, and the Qingping was rolled up like wheat waves.

The students backed away in alarm, their robes rolled up, the shock wave splashed, pierced the air, and made a whistling sound.

Wen Xiaohong squinted her eyes, focused all her attention, and raised her generous hands, ready to save Yuan Zhou at any time.

At this moment, Qi Ping's combat power is not just Erzhong?

The qi and blood from the beating surged up, and Yuan Zhou, who was delicate and weak, wanted to vomit blood, but under the horror, he gritted his teeth and roared, mustering up his strength, and wanted to use a big move to fight back.

At this moment, Qi Ping seemed to notice something, suddenly swung the rapier with a knife, leaned forward, puffed up his mouth, spit out his cheeks, a wisp of true energy turned into a white air current, and shot towards the latter's face like an arrow .

Yuan Zhou subconsciously closed his eyes to dodge. Immediately, he was punched by Qi Ping and flew upside down. He fell to the ground and only got up after rolling.

There was silence.

Qi Ping exhaled with a knife in his hand, cupped his fists and cupped his hands: "Senior brother, let me go!"