"Haha...Qingyuan, you still have vision."
Hearing Fang Muyun's praise, King Yong was even more happy, as if praising himself, or even happier than praising himself.
Then, King Yong looked at Hong Jianglong again and said proudly: "Young Emperor Qing, he's not that good at all. Don't you think so, Jianglong?"
"Your Majesty is right." Hong Jianglong smiled and did not argue.
"Not necessarily." After hearing this, King Yong was about to laugh loudly, but he saw King Chu put down the book in his hand and said coldly: "Although Ye Qing is at a disadvantage, he is not actually injured. The outcome is unknown. .”
"Uh..." King Yong swallowed, feeling disgusted.
Hong Jianglong, Lei Xiaodan, Song Xilai and others glanced at Chu Wangsun in surprise. With their eyesight, they could see that although Chu Qingge's attack was fierce, most of its power was lost to the yin and yang energy in Ye Qing's body. It was removed, so Ye Qing was indeed not seriously injured.
But after all, King Yong is a royal relative and has a respected status. In addition, the level of martial arts is not high. There is nothing to argue with such a person. It is thankless, so most people follow King Yong's words.
But he didn't expect that Chu Wangsun would tell the truth, and the scene was a little embarrassing for a while.
Others were just a little surprised, but Hong Jianglong wanted to think more. After all, he knew that Ye Qing had a feud with Chu Wangsun, and he didn't know what Chu Wangsun meant when he said these words, and whether he had any purpose?
However, after saying these words, Chu Wangsun ignored everyone and lowered his head to read the book again, which made everyone confused.
In the yellow sand fantasy, Chu Qingge also frowned. She naturally knew what others could see clearly. Her attack just now seemed fierce, but whether it was the strength of her fists or her palms, they were all affected by the yin and yang surrounding Ye Qing's body. Most of the energy was gone, so the opponent looked embarrassed, but in fact the injury was not serious.
Since the injury is not serious, let’s keep trying.
As soon as the thought came up, Chu Qingge took action decisively, stepping forward, dragging his right hand behind him.
Every time he takes a step forward, the hand dragging behind him will rise a little higher, and the yellow sand behind him will also rise a foot higher.
Three steps later, Chu Qingge raised his hands high in the sky, and behind him, there were hundreds of feet of yellow sand, level with the sky.
When he reached a few feet in front of Ye Qing, Chu Qingge raised his palms and came down.
Hundreds of feet of yellow sand behind him poured down like a torrent, rolling down with terrifying force.
"Okay, the rolling yellow sand is like the Milky Way, pouring down the world and covering the world. This style of rolling yellow sand hand has a bit of Brother Luo's style." Lei Xiaodan looked at the terrifying scene in the ring, nodded, and looked towards Hong Jianglong: "I didn't expect that Brother Luo would teach this trick to the princess. It's really surprising!"
"To be honest, I don't know how that old ghost taught Qing Ge his unique skills to suppress the box?" Hong Jianglong also glanced at his mouth.
The brother Luo mentioned by the two of them was the governor of Nanzhen, who was as famous as Jingansi and Hong Jianglong. His name was Luosha, and the name of the method he practiced was "Huangsha Zhendian".
"Yellow Sand Code" can seize the water between heaven and earth and transform thousands of miles of earth into yellow sand on the red ground. It has infinite power. The Rolling Yellow Sand Hand is a unique skill in the "Yellow Sand Code". The rolling yellow sand is like the Milky Way, pouring down the heaven and earth and covering the world. It is particularly powerful in places where wind and sand are everywhere.
It's just that Luo Sha was arrogant and withdrawn. He had no relatives, friends, or disciples, so he was not liked by others.
Unexpectedly, Luo Sha would actually teach Chu Qingge a unique skill in the "Huangsha Canon", and judging from Chu Qingge's proficiency in mastering it, it must have taken a long time to learn it.
"Xiaoye has suffered a lot this time." Lei Xiaodan smiled. The yellow sand hand was especially powerful in the windy and sandy place, and the place where Chu Qingge and Ye Qing competed happened to be in the desert, which was very important to Chu Qingge. I mean, it's very beneficial.
"It's advantageous, but if you want to win, it's not enough." Hong Jianglong said calmly: "On the other hand, your apprentice is almost unable to withstand it."
On the fifth stage, Chu Ren was now completely at a disadvantage.
Chu Renhe's opponent is Zhao Buer.
Zhao Buer and Chu Ren are both in the middle stage of the God-washing, and both have the same strength as the late-stage God-washing, but in comparison, Zhao Buer is stronger.
Zhao Buer's skills are extremely weird, his movements are strange and changeable, like a phantom, his weapon is a razor, the razor is an ordinary razor, the blade is rusty and mottled.
With his ghostly movement skills, Zhao Buer moved around Chu Ren in an erratic manner. Chu Ren could not capture Zhao Buer's Qi, grasp his movement patterns, or keep up with his movement speed. Naturally, Zhao Buer cannot be attacked.
And every time Zhao Buer passed by Chu Ren, he would shave off a strand of Chu Ren's hair. Every time he shaved off a strand of hair, Chu Ren would feel a little more resentful and his strength would drop by one point.
"Zhao Buer, if you have the ability to fight me openly and openly, what's the point of hiding and dodging!" The more he beat Chu Ren, the more depressed he became. He didn't even touch the corner of the other person's clothes. Instead, most of his own hair was shaved off, leaving him bald. Yes, ugly and abnormal.
"Zhao is just a barber who only knows how to shave heads. Of course he is not as capable as Mr. Chu." Zhao Buer smiled honestly and continued to tangle with Chu Ren with Qinggong. He did not fight head-on, which made Chu Ren angry. It's itchy, but there's nothing you can do about it.
"It's a good thing to lose. It lets him know that there are people outside the world, and there is a sky outside the world." Lei Xiaodan said with a smile: "Brother Hong, can you see the origin of Zhao Buer?"
Hong Jianglong looked at Lei Xiaodan and said jokingly: "Isn't your Chen Qing Yuan specializing in Jianghu affairs? Why are you asking me?"
Hearing this, Lei Xiaodan still smiled and said: "Lei is very knowledgeable, how can he compare to you, Brother Hong?"
"Pretending." Hong Jianglong said calmly: "I can't tell the origin of Zhao Buer's Qinggong movement, but the razor in his hand, if I read it correctly, should be ranked 90th on the magic weapon spectrum. Three ghosts have their heads shaved, and they are deceivers."
"Ghost shaved heads are human-eating. According to legend, ghost shaved heads were made from the skull of a very evil man. On the surface, that man was an honest and honest shaver, but in fact he was a murderer who killed people in the name of shaved heads. There are hundreds of people, so they have a lot of resentment on them, so the ghost shaved heads made from their skulls are extremely weird."
"Every time an enemy's hair is shaved off, the opponent will be filled with resentment and his strength will become weaker. If the opponent's head is shaved off, the opponent will either be killed or controlled by the ghost shaver and become a ghost. puppet."
"So, if the fight continues, your apprentice will definitely lose."
"Ghost shaving your head!" Lei Xiaodan nodded as if he was enlightened: "Ghost shaving is the trick of a barber from the 18th blacklist. Could it be that this Zhao Buer is the disciple of the barber?"
"Not sure." Hong Jianglong shook his head: "Although the barber is on the black list, he is not a person who commits many evil deeds. So what does it matter whether Zhao Buer is a disciple of the barber?"
"Haha, that's right." Lei Xiaodan smiled.
While the two were talking, Chu Ren had a few more strands of hair shaved off, his strength was greatly reduced, and he was losing ground. It seemed that he would lose sooner or later.
"People and hearts are already in chaos. There really is no chance." Lei Xiaodan looked at it a few more times and shook his head: "You are still too young, but nephew Luo Xian is calm and measured. Even if he faces the famous Jian Wu Even if you are alive, you will not be left behind. It is much better than Renhe."
Luo Zhan's opponent was Jian Wusheng, and the competition between the two was much more exciting than the unilateral killings between Zhao Buer and Chu Ren.
The place where the two met was a cliff.
The cliff is shrouded in clouds and mist, as steep as a knife, and as tall as a sword.
Just like Luo Zhan and Jian Wusheng.
Luo Zhan wields the sword, and the sword moves fiercely, and the Ba Dao is one of the best in the world. The sword technique is domineering and violent, splitting the sky and the earth, and moving forward bravely, unrivaled.
Jian Wusheng uses the sword, and the sword takes a sideways approach. Wusheng Wushen Sword is the most extreme swordsmanship in the world. It emphasizes that the sword comes out without self, the intention comes first, and the person comes second. There is no life, no death, no fear, no fear, not you. Death means my death.
Therefore, the competition between Luo Zhan and Jian Wusheng was like needle point against wheat awn, refusing to give in to each other.
Luo Zhan holds the sword with both hands and performs simple horizontal and vertical slashes. The moves are simple and unpretentious, but they are terrifyingly powerful. Horizontal slashes are like splitting the sky, vertical slashes are like splitting the ground, and the sword's light is overwhelming.
Facing the overwhelming sword light, Jian Wusheng was fearless and fearless. He held the sword forward, his body and sword became one, and the cold sword intent gathered on the three-foot green front, condensing without scattering, circling like a swimming dragon.
Wherever it passed, swords all over the sky were torn in half.
Jian Wusheng moved forward, and Luo Zhan also moved forward. Every time he took a step, he was slashed with a sword, but the falling sword light hung in the air, condensing without falling, gathering like a long river.
When Jian Wusheng and Luo Zhan were ten feet away from each other, Luo Zhan was the first to stop. The muscles in his arms were tangled, and the long knife held high above his head suddenly slashed down.
A long river of sword light hung in the air, pouring down, and as the long sword fell, it turned into a huge sword that reached the sky and the earth.
Before the knife fell, the situation changed.
Jian Wusheng continued to hold the sword forward, extending his elbow evenly by an inch.
In an inch, a green dragon rises from the ground.
You have a long sword to open heaven and earth;
I have a blue dragon to bless the world.
"boom……"
The sword Qi Qinglong collided with the giant sword of heaven and earth, and the sword Qi overflowed like a storm. A layer of the cliff where the two of them were was cut off, leaving countless hideous and terrifying cracks.
"Ding"
Suddenly, a clear sound of clashing swords suddenly sounded, even covering up the huge roar.
The moment the swords clashed, the chaotic and violent sword energy remained as still as a spell.
In the center of the sword energy, Jian Wusheng and Luo Zhan were only six feet apart.
The tip of Jian Wusheng's sword was right on top of Luo Zhan's.
That clear sound was the sound of swords touching each other.
Sword to sword, man to man, all motionless.
"Luo Zhan lost." Outside the ring, Hong Jianglong sighed.
"For non-war crimes, Jian Wusheng's realm and understanding of the sword's intention are one step ahead of Luo Xiansheng." Lei Xiaodan said with a smile: "Luo Xiansheng can fight to this level with Jian Wusheng, and he is seriously injured." The sword has no life, which is already extremely extraordinary."
"If you lose, you lose. There is nothing to defend." Hong Jianglong said nonchalantly: "Winning or losing is normal. If you lose this time, just win it next time."
"But this Jian Wusheng is indeed a talent, and I, the Jing'an Division, want it."
"Haha, such an outstanding talent should join our Chenqing Academy." Lei Xiaodan also said with a smile.
"Bullshit, this kind of talent should join our Jing'an Division to kill monsters and protect the people. Why join your Chen Qing Yuan to do some shameful things?" Hong Jianglong said disdainfully: "What a waste."
"Jing'an Sisi is weird. Chen Qingyuan is in charge of the world. He is doing everything for the world, the court, and the people. How can there be no waste?" Lei Xiaodan was not angry at Hong Jianglong's sarcasm, and said with a smile: " Besides, whether Jian Wusheng joins the Jing'an Division or not is his freedom and cannot be forced. Maybe he feels that Chen Qing Yuan is more suitable for him?"
"Huh, let's see." Hong Jianglong snorted coldly.
When the two were arguing about Jian Wusheng, Jian Wusheng and Luo Zhan in the cliff illusion remained motionless.
Just under their feet, spiderweb-like cracks opened silently.
When the crack spread, Luo Zhan staggered back. Every time he took a step back, wisps of blood seeped out from the pores of his seven orifices. Before the blood fell, it exploded silently, leaving tiny sword marks on the ground.
Obviously, every blood contains terrifying sword intent.
Nine steps later, Luo Zhan was covered in blood.
"You win." Luo Zhan cupped his hands.
"Promise." Jian Wusheng put away his sword and clasped his fists. During the process of clasping his fists, Jian Wusheng's arms kept shaking and his face became a little pale.
After Luo Zhan admitted defeat, both of them were sent out of the ring.
