Ji Ping'an was stared at by the great painter with burning eyes, and suddenly he couldn't bear it, so he had to nod:
"Let's just say it."
He didn't expect the scene before him. If possible, he didn't want to expose this, but reason told him:
Being picked out sooner or later is inevitable.
After all, overnight, a group of star officers improved significantly, and their targeted tactics were too strong. Even if they can fool it now, several sects will notice something is wrong when they go back and think about it.
"What do you mean by reluctance?" Gao Mingjing said unhappily: "Did you teach them their fighting style?"
Li Guofeng next to him coughed lightly and took the initiative to bear the firepower:
"yes."
silence.
It felt as if the five-flavor bottle had been knocked over in my heart.
Therefore, it is not that there is a hidden "master" behind these star officials.
The truth is that the "master" is sitting next to them.
"No wonder." Monk Xueting, who was wearing a green robe, clasped his hands together, his face clear.
Finally, he found a reasonable explanation for Ji Ping'an's success in gambling, and then he became more and more curious.
However, this occasion was not the time for questioning. Continuing the conversation would be tantamount to repeated torture for Gao Mingjing and others.
Li Guofeng waved generously: "You can go back first."
Ji Ping'an let out a silent breath, stood up and said "yes" before leading a group of star officers back with some helplessness.
In the end, the news was kept within a group of people present and was not spread outside.
However, it is conceivable that at least within several sects, Ji Ping'an once again caused a wave of hatred.
The audience in the distance did not know the details of the gambling fight that took place under the pergola. They quickly changed their attention and left one after another with the list of the top 16 players.
The news about the fight between the two women quickly spread throughout the city of Gods.
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At night, the atmosphere in Qingyun Palace was not too lively.
Although the Taoist sect in the top 16 ranks first in terms of number of people, the unexpected elimination of the Holy Girl is somewhat of a pity.
After nightfall, in the bedroom.
Yu Yu was lying in a brown wooden barrel, staring at the candle on the table in trance.
It wasn't until the water in the tub turned cold that she climbed out of it. Feeling the water droplets rolling down her skin, the girl picked up the towel to dry herself off and put on her monk's robe casually.
Pushing the door open and walking out of the small courtyard, the cold wind blew on my face.
You could hear the "dong dong" sound of the Holy Son hitting the wall, but she was too lazy to yell.
Taking heavy steps, the girl walked along the corridor, opened the door of the Silent Garden, and walked towards the only room with the light on.
Pushing the door open and entering the room, he glanced at the female leader sitting at the table, copying scriptures with a pen.
Suddenly his mouth dropped, and he sat listlessly beside the skirt of the female head teacher, with tears in his eyes.
The stunning female swordsman wearing a feather coat and a big cloak with picturesque features put down her brush helplessly and turned her head.
His slender eyebrows stretched and he spoke softly, but it was not to comfort him, but to say:
"You have wet my teacher's dress."
Wow... Yu Yu couldn't hold back any longer. He hugged Xin Yaoguang's thigh and cried, just like a wronged child coming back to find his parents.
Xin Yaoguang was angry and funny. He gently patted the girl on the shoulder and said:
"Isn't it just a loss? Why is it like this?"
Yu Yu buried his face in the skirt of the female head coach and rubbed it for a while. Hearing the words, he raised his head, his eyes were red and swollen, and he said half truthfully:
"Ji Ping'an is bullying others!"
Xin Yaoguang looked helpless: "Why did he mess with you again?"
Yu Yu complained: "I asked him about cultivation issues before, but Luo Huaizhu targeted me in various ways today. It was definitely Ji Ping'an's idea, and he can't afford it."
Xin Yaoguang didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He raised a finger and gently poked the female apprentice's forehead:
"Then you told him everything?"
"...Not really."
"Then what are they plotting against you?"
"I don't care. Anyway, if he didn't make suggestions from behind, I would definitely win." Yu Yu said in a rogue manner.
Xin Yaoguang was helpless. She couldn't see that this damn girl was worried about punishing her, so she said this deliberately. She sighed and said:
"Okay, I know, I don't blame you."
Yu Yu immediately became energetic, said "En", calmed down, and then complained for a while.
It's nothing more than Ji Ping'an's evil intentions to deceive her teenage comrade...Bara Bala.
If the people of the divine capital saw the cold, arrogant and dignified saint outside like this, they would not know what they would think.
Xin Yaoguang stroked the female disciple's hair and said softly:
"So, he's pretty good at it."
Yu Yu puffed up his cheeks and hummed:
"He can only say that he is just a nurturing spirit. He might be eliminated in the next round, and then it will be up to him to see how I ridicule him."
Xin Yaoguang smiled and said:
"Why can't it be the first?"
Yu Yu shook his head and said:
"Tactics can be one or the other, but not three. The further you go, the less weak your opponents will be. Just like he helped Wang Xian and his group advance, but he couldn't help them defeat Qin Leyou and the others. Practitioners, what they compete with in the end is their hard power.”
This was not meant to be disparaging on her part, but it was a common view.
The so-called tactics are nothing more than targeting the opponent's weaknesses, amplifying one's own strengths, and then taking advantage of some information gaps.
Although he can win by surprise, he cannot win the final victory with this. Among the major sects, Ji Ping'an is not the only one who is powerful in the realm of nourishing qi.
It's just that because of his fame, he gets more attention.
Yu Yudao:
"Ji Ping'an has fought twice now and has exposed his martial arts foundation and skills. How many more trump cards does he have?"
Xin Yaoguang didn't refute. She also didn't know how Ji Ping'an would respond. She just felt that this young man could always be unexpected.
"Then... let's wait and see."
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In the next two days, the first half of the Grand Prize Awards continued in full swing.
As the number of people making the cut decreases, there are fewer games being played at the same time, but the excitement is increasing day by day.
Dramas similar to the fight between the saint and Luo Huaizhu were staged one after another, attracting most of the attention.
Wang Xian and the other three, as expected, stopped outside the top four.
As Yu Yu said, when the opponent is so strong that there are no obvious shortcomings, and everyone's trump cards become more open and transparent.
The effectiveness of "tactics" has been reduced, and head-on strength competition has become the mainstream.
As for the Qi-nurturing stage, Ji Pingan advanced all the way and successfully made it to the semi-finals, earning a spot in the finals.
But compared to the stunning first game and the unexpected second game, the subsequent games seemed a lot duller and boring.
Still only using martial arts, magic, and rich tactics.
In people's eyes, Ji Ping'an's trump card has been exposed and there is no novelty anymore.
In contrast, another monk named "Chen Chuliang" who was in the Qi-nourishing realm gradually became famous.
As a Mo Lin painter, he was not very impressive at first, but he played steadily in every game and won without any suspense.
Later, it gradually attracted attention.
Coupled with the endless interpretations in newspapers, this kind of "player" who does not rely on tactics and relies purely on strength is favored by more people than Ji Ping'an, who is becoming more and more "struggled".
On the fourth day, the golden-armored guards announced that tomorrow "Ji Ping'an will face off against Chen Chuliang" and "Break the Nine Realms and rest for a day."
The competition for the leader of the Yangqi Realm has become the focus of everyone's attention.
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In the evening, inside the Cangjian Restaurant.
A large group of people from all walks of life came together, making the whole restaurant hall lively and noisy.
Especially today, the three martial arts sects Tingxuelou, Duandaomen and Juxianzhuang also gathered together to comment on today's grand prize, which really attracted people's attention.
In the corner, a young man dressed as a young hero with a scar on his forehead held a wine bowl in his hand.
A pair of eyes was staring at the owner of Juxian Manor, who looked like a businessman and had a pale face and no beard inside the fence on the second floor.
When the other party turned to look towards the lobby below, he lowered his head and looked away.
It was just the calloused hand pressing on the thigh that gripped the pants tightly.
Next to him, a short girl wrapped in a dark red sarong pressed her brother's hand with her hand, causing the latter's tense muscles to relax.
"Master, Miss." On the side of the wine cabinet, an old servant with missing front teeth came over. In his hand was a freshly baked newspaper with news about the big prize:
"They're all talking about tomorrow's qi-nurturing competition."
The determined young man diverted his attention and asked:
"That Ji Pingan and Chen Chuliang?"
"Yes." The old servant nodded and said, "The betting shop is very lively, but most people are still optimistic about Chen Chuliang."
The girl wondered: "Isn't Ji Ping'an more famous? He is also an official of the imperial court."
She didn't quite understand.
The young man glanced at the girl, put down the wine bowl, shook his head and said:
"Gamblers are very realistic, but it doesn't matter who is famous, and it doesn't matter who is one of our own or an outsider... That Ji Ping'an was really good. The training in March was probably fake, but it certainly didn't take long, but he was able to reach the finals all the way. , which shows that it is not simple.
"But after all, his foundation is too shallow. In the first and second games, he won by surprise. In the last two games, he has been mediocre and even lost many hands and feet. This shows that this person is better at using his brain."
After a pause, he said again:
"As for Chen Chuliang, he was initially ranked at fifty on the list, which doesn't sound high, but you must know that he has broken the ninth level before him... After this, he has not shown any signs of failure, but there is no sign of decline.
"I didn't see those big shots praising him, saying that his strength is at the top of Qi cultivation and that he can step into Pojiu at any time. What's more, he is a painter."
This last sentence may sound unreasonable, but it is actually very important.
The painter's system is very unreasonable. Although the arena has restrictions on this, it still has great advantages.
"That's it." The girl was a little disappointed. Her brother didn't think highly of Ji Ping'an either.
She had heard Ji Ping'an's flute playing in Baidi and thought it sounded very nice.
Innately biased.
A martial artist nearby heard the conversation between several people and pounded the table:
"What this brother said is true. That Ji Ping is surprisingly safe, but as the saying goes, evil cannot prevail against good. He had been able to get along all the way before, but it was only when he met a real strong man that he realized how powerful he was."
"It's just that this person is too cunning and can be called a rat. He has too many thoughts and is unhappy. Who is the real strong man who relies on those methods to scheme against people all day long?"
"What you are saying is, let me see, his reputation was all blown up by Qin Tianjian. This time he can show his true colors and show everyone. He is only a scheming person, not a hero, nor a cultivator! "
For a time, many warriors responded.
Some of them lost money in gambling because of Ji Ping'an, and some were jealous.
More importantly, he simply looked down upon Ji Pingan's calculating ways.
In the world of martial arts, people still advocate uprightness, crushing with strength, and have a bias against tactics.
The short girl was a little angry, but she didn't dare to speak. Listening to the comments, she couldn't help but be shaken.
But she always feels that people who can play that kind of flute sound should not be "rats" who only rely on scheming.
…
At night, Qinglian Xiaozhu.
Just after Ji Ping'an took a bath, he received an uninvited guest.
…
I can’t make up enough for 8,000, and it’s raining outside. Compared with writing, what I personally like to write most is the interaction between characters. Unfortunately, this book so far mainly writes about things among practitioners, and it is written about ordinary people. Too little. . Interactions are always difficult to write comfortably.
Thanks to my old friend Lee Se-pu Baeksang for supporting me
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