Shen Qian was also speechless.
He could understand it, after all, it was the prince who told him that the etiquette must be in person to make the invitation more formal, but...
There is no need to do this in the "Jiutian Cup", right?
He had great reason to suspect that Qu Xiangyun did it on purpose.
Although he couldn't feel it, Shen Qian still glanced at Beiwu's seat with a guilty conscience.
That's not right. There really is no story between him and Qu Xiangyun, so why should he feel guilty?
Thinking of this, Shen Qian's waist straightened up again.
"I know, I will visit Luo Shenbo after the game."
However, in full view of everyone, Shen Qian couldn't really flatter a prince, so he immediately nodded in agreement.
Qu Xiangyun nodded and ran down the ring in a panic. Only when he was about to leave the stage did he remember something and turned to signal to the referee.
"I surrender."
The Shanhai referee, who had experienced the scene for a long time, probably saw this scene for the first time. After being stunned, he finally came to his senses and blew the whistle.
"Jiangzhong Junwu, win!"
As the whistle fell, it also meant that Jiangzhong Junwu became the last university to make it to the top four.
But there was almost no cheering or applause in the audience. Instead, there was noise everywhere.
Some people are gossiping, some are angry, and some are questioning... It can be called a mess.
But no matter what, without the organizer making a sound, the top eight battle ended with this scene.
"Our top four universities have been born. They are Beiwu, Shenwu, Sichuan Wu and Jiangzhong Junwu!"
"Let's give it a round of applause..."
Shen Qian did not stay in the ring for too long and left quickly when the host took control of the ring.
Back in the lounge, facing the strange looks from everyone, Shen Qian could only touch his nose and said helplessly: "If I say that she and I really have nothing to do with each other, will you believe it?"
Everyone shook their heads decisively.
Shen Qian instantly lost the desire to explain and said casually: "Whatever."
"These comments on the Internet are really unsightly..."
A few people joked for a while, but they couldn't help but frown when they saw the comments attacking Shen Qian on the Internet.
As for Shen Qian, he didn't bother to watch it. After several battles, in the eyes of most netizens, he was already on the bench because of his lack of strength.
Now that he has made such a fuss, it is foreseeable how others will belittle him.
Shen Qian could guess how unpleasant those words were without even looking.
Now, the fact that Shen Qian is a disciple of Marquis Jingcheng has already spread on the Internet. Coupled with the good relationship between Marquis Jingcheng and Uncle Luo Shen, many people may think that Qu Xiangyun is deliberately trying to support Shen Qian.
"The results of the draw are out."
Cheng Qingqing didn't care much about these things and just kept paying attention to the draw results in the main stadium.
After hearing this, everyone temporarily stopped talking and looked up.
On the big screen, the only four remaining universities have been divided into two arrays.
"Beiwu vs. Kawatake!"
"Jiang Zhong Junwu vs Shen Wu!"
When it comes to the semi-finals, there is actually no such thing as a lucky draw.
Even if Sichuan Wu is not among the four major universities, it has always been a top university before and is only one step away from the four major universities.
"Shen Qian, why don't you play when we play against Shen Wu?"
Zhao Keyi suddenly suggested.
The others were also startled, and then they all looked at Shen Qian with expectant eyes.
Feeling the same, they saw the rumors on the Internet and saw that it was not worth it for Shen Qian.
And they understand better that as long as Shen Qian appears, all malice will disappear instantly.
The world will see how terrifying this young man who has been silent for a long time is!
After all, even they themselves don't know what Shen Qian's limit is, or even Cheng Qingqing and Ning Zhiyuan have never understood Shen Qian's true strength.
"No need." Shen Qian shook his head and smiled, "My battlefield is not here. Now that the seats have been reserved, this is your home court. My appearance here is just an insurance step in the strategy."
Seeing Shen Qian's persistence, everyone said no more.
"Then this time, you go ahead."
Zhao Keyi looked at Geng Qianqiu, the only one besides him who had not yet taken action.
"Um."
Geng Qianqiu said calmly, "You can just watch from here."
In the blink of an eye, an hour of rest time passes.
The first match of the four-to-two matchup is between Beiwu and Sichuan Wu.
There were three people in Beiwu's battle, and Ding Yi defeated three with one, and won the battle with almost no setbacks.
The result of the duel was mostly expected. Although Sichuan Wu's momentum is very strong this year, there are three top ten players in the Beiwu team in the Hidden Dragon Ranking.
Although Kawatake also has hidden dark horses, there are only two people who can be called peerless.
"Ding Yi! Ding Yi! Ding Yi..."
With her cold face, invincible swordsmanship, and ethereal figure, the girl triggered fanatical shouts from the audience after she swung her last sword.
Even Ouyang Fei and others also joked about Shen Qian, and sincerely lamented that Shen Qian was so beautiful and blessed.
Only Shen Qian's smile was a little forced.
Once again, he saw Ding Yi take action. This time, he did not indulge in the beauty of the other party, but observed it carefully.
Unlike others who marveled at Ding Yi's unpredictable swordsmanship, Shen Qian frowned deeply.
Ding Yi didn't use a sword before.
Or to put it another way, the swordsmanship used by Ding Yi may seem ordinary, but it actually contains profound knowledge of swordsmanship.
Without ten years of immersion, this would never have been possible.
But Ding Yi gave Shen Qian the feeling that she was born for the sword.
Shen Qian had never seen the swordsmanship she performed in any textbooks or classics.
Confirming some inner guess, Shen Qian looked even heavier.
He didn't know what Ding Yi had gone through, he just hoped that there was room for recovery.
"The next thing to be done is the second game of the semi-finals battle, Jiang Zhong Junwu vs. Shen Wu!"
As the noise from the outside world rekindled, Geng Qianqiu, who closed his eyes to rest, stood up, put on his tactical uniform, and strode out.
"Chiaki."
Shen Qian stopped him.
Geng Qianqiu stopped and looked over suspiciously.
"Cao Qian may not be as weak as you think. If he comes on stage, be careful!"
Shen Qian thought for a while and gave a vague reminder.
"Don't worry, I never underestimate anyone."
Geng Qianqiu was startled, then waved his hand and said, "Let's go!"
Amidst the cheers of everyone, Geng Qianqiu opened the door of the lounge and walked to the ring.
Shen Qian stared at his back, but knew that the other person probably didn't listen to his words.
But he can only go so far, any more may have the opposite effect.
Shocking cheers and warm applause poured into Geng Qianqiu's ears.
He took a deep breath to calm down his turbulent emotions, and stepped onto the huge ring step by step.
At this moment, he roughly understood the feelings of Xiao Ye and others who appeared first.
This feeling of being under the spotlight and having the whole school's honor and disgrace attached to it... is really wonderful.
He was even more grateful at this time. After the college entrance examination, due to the teacher's guidance, he did not go astray, but bravely came to Jiangzhong Junwu to face the man who had cast a shadow on him.
After nirvana, there is a new life that can shock everyone!
Geng Qianqiu's energy and spirit reached its peak at this moment, and his temperament on the big screen was even more dazzling.
"Just as many viewers speculated through voting, Jiang Zhongjunwu did not play according to the routine. This time they sent a player who has never appeared on the court before!"
"Geng Qianqiu is from the first province of Southwest. Yes, he and Shen Qian are fellow villagers. Although he was not the number one martial arts champion in the first province of Southwest that year, he was the second in the list."
The host paused for a moment, then pretended to be mysterious and said, "And Geng Qianqiu actually has another identity..."
"Hey, some well-informed netizens have already said it, yes, Geng Qianqiu is also a disciple of a prince!"
"He is the direct disciple of Uncle Kunhu who has been famous for hundreds of years, and he is also a closed disciple!"
Upon hearing that Geng Qianqiu was actually the prince's personal successor, the commotion at the scene became even louder.
"Who would have thought that Jiangzhong Military and Military, which has always been underestimated, would have so many monsters!"
"The first three are all peerless. Could it be that Geng Qianqiu is also..."
The heated discussion pushed the atmosphere of the entire main stadium to its peak.
"The next person to enter is the first contestant from Shenwu, Yuan Junyi, whom many viewers are already familiar with!"
As the host introduced him again, a young man slowly walked up to the other side of the arena.
The cheers were clearly audible and were much quieter.
"Yuan Junyi's highest ranking is only in the 30s on the Qianlong Ranking. If Geng Qianqiu is really as everyone guessed, he is definitely no match!"
"The strength of the seventh-level martial artist is already incredible, but the ceiling for this class is too high..."
When Yuan Junyi walked onto the ring, he could also feel the sudden decrease in enthusiasm. His expression was a little angry, but he soon calmed down.
"First game, let's begin!"
As the Shanhai referee blew the whistle, neither side moved for a moment.
Yuan Junyi was carefully looking at Geng Qianqiu, looking for possible flaws in the other party, while Geng Qianqiu looked very casual, as if he was feeling something.
After more than ten seconds, Yuan Junyi finally couldn't help roaring, his whole body was full of momentum, and he rushed towards Geng Qianqiu like an arrow from a string.
"Teacher, take a look...and..."
Geng Qianqiu murmured, looked into the lounge again, and then the corners of his mouth curved into a mocking arc.
squeak!
With the harsh friction sound, his figure suddenly moved, leaving a series of afterimages in the air, and he crashed into Yuan Junyi first.
boom!
Click click click...
After the explosive collision, there was a series of teeth-searing fracture sounds.
Blood sprayed in the air, and a figure flew out on its back like a broken straw. It rolled dozens of times in the air before hitting the ground heavily.
Without even humming, the deformed figure fainted.
As expected by most people, it was Yuan Junyi.
Geng Qianqiu landed lightly on the ground, his body spotless.
After a brief silence, the audience burst into cheers that were about to shake the sky.
"Geng Qianqiu!"
"The peak of a high martial artist, indeed the peak of a high martial artist!"
"Another peerless genius..."
The crowd went absolutely crazy.
Although Jiang Zhongjunwu had given enough expectations, when the fourth peerless monster appeared, the impact beyond expectations still made their hearts beat wildly.
Who would have thought!
Who dares to think!
The re-established Jiangzhong Army was able to bring such a shock in the first year when it was unveiled to the outside world.
After the referee announced the result, the rest room on Shen Wu's side was silent for a while. It took a long time before a second person walked onto the ring.
"It's Zhong Wen..."
"Twelve on the Hidden Dragon List, this battle may be interesting."
"The ninth-level martial artist is one step away from reaching the peak. I wonder if Geng Qianqiu can still exert such dominance..."
Amidst all the discussions, the young man with a silent face and an implicit repression stood still.
"Geng Qianqiu, why are you so ruthless? Do you know that Yuan Junyi's bones are all broken and he will have to rest for at least two months to fully recover?"
As soon as the young man named Zhong Wen came on stage, he asked angrily.
Geng Qianqiu curled his lips and uttered four words, "What does it have to do with me?"
"you……"
Zhong Wen choked, took a deep breath and said no more.
"start!"
boom!
The sound of the sonic boom stung the eardrums of many people, and there was almost no gap. The moment the whistle fell, Zhong Wen's feet flashed with fire. He reached out from behind and took out a long knife, and in the blink of an eye he crossed a hundred meters away and headed towards Geng Qianqiu chopped it down with one strike.
The expressionless Geng Qianqiu's figure turned slightly to one side, narrowly dodging the long knife, and then raised his palm to shoot somewhere empty.
A strange scene happened.
The place that should have been empty was filled with sparks.
An almost transparent tip appeared out of thin air at the landing point of Geng Qianqiu's palm, and was tightly sealed.
"Twin Shadow Blades?"
Geng Qianqiu smiled faintly, as if he didn't say anything, but the sarcasm in his eyes seemed to say everything.
"ah!"
Zhong Wen never expected that the trump card he had expected to be effective in one blow, which had been hidden since the beginning of the game, would be easily seen through by Geng Qianqiu.
Feeling extremely embarrassed and humiliated, Zhong Wen roared angrily, and the two swords in his hands turned into afterimages, and he slashed towards Geng Qianqiu like the sky was covering the earth.
"slow!"
"Still slow..."
"You are too eager for success. In fact, you cannot control a B-level psychic knife at all. If it is a C-level sword, it may be more powerful."
He was clearly surrounded by swords and swords, but Geng Qianqiu seemed to be taking a leisurely stroll in the courtyard. He had his hands behind his back and just commented on the opponent's sword skills with a faint smile.
Zhong Wen's face turned redder and redder, and the knife skills in his hands became more messy as he was so angry.
Geng Qianqiu shook his head, his face suddenly turned cold, his palm suddenly inserted into the shadow of the knife like a butterfly piercing a flower, and then struck Zhong Wen's Adam's apple with a "thud".
"Ho!"
A painful and weird roar came from Zhong Wen's mouth. When the sword shadow dissipated, Geng Qianqiu did not give him the slightest chance to breathe. He received dozens of heavy blows.
Before the Shanhai referee took action, Geng Qianqiu had already retreated.
As for Zhong Wen, he was swaying on the spot, seemingly trying to stand up straight.
Bang!
But due to the severe injuries, he could no longer hold on. As the two knives in his hands fell to the ground, blood mixed with internal organs spewed out of his mouth.
"puff!"
Shanhai referee supported Zhong Wen before he fell to the ground. After confirming the opponent's condition, he announced loudly: "Jiang Zhongjun Wu Geng Qianqiu wins!"
A roar like a mountain roared over the entire audience, until finally, the voices of the entire audience gradually became unified, and only the three words "Geng Qianqiu" remained.
"Geng Qianqiu..."
While everyone was cheering, a figure emerged from the shadows at the door of Shenwu's lounge, his eyes as gloomy as an eagle's.
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