It was Zhang Kuang's arm that was broken.
At the very moment when the match started, Nie Chenyuan withdrew his arrogant arm abruptly with only one pair of hands at a speed that was difficult for the naked eye.
Howling madly and fearfully, half of his body was dripping with blood, and he completely lost the arrogant attitude he had at the beginning. He wanted to surrender, but before he could speak, he was blocked by the strong wind.
This time, everyone present saw what it means to be tortured. Zhang Kuang was beaten on the stage like a broken sandbag, and in the end he couldn't even say the words to admit defeat.
As long as people's lives are not harmed in the ancient martial arts competition, it is not considered a violation, but those who make it to the finals are basically the children of aristocratic families, and it is rare for them to communicate with each other on weekdays, and they are so ruthless.
The words that Zhang Kuang said before were not secrets, and now everyone shut their mouths unconsciously, and some even felt scared because of their inappropriate words before.
Looking at the insolent man who was almost breathless on the ground, Nie Chenyuan shook off the blood on his hand, and shrugged towards the sluggish referee beside him.
"Don't worry, I've listened to your opinions, and I won't do any harm to the ring." After speaking, he immediately jumped off the ring, and instead of going back to the rest room, he went straight upstairs.
When the stretcher carried Zhang Kuang away, the referee noticed that there was really no scar on the ring, and immediately looked at Zhang Kuang with more sympathy.
"Such a violent vigor... He still has such a controlling power. He is definitely more than the ninth floor of Houtian." The Patriarch of the Gu family said these words with trembling lips, and there was silence behind him.
Lin Yuhao stared at the screen, his eyes were bloodshot, and upon closer inspection, his clasped hands were also trembling faintly.
"Baby." Nie Chenyuan pushed open the door of the private room, skipping the smiling grandpa and walking towards Qingyun.
Lifting his foot and kicking the person away, Qing Yun frowned and looked at Nie Chenyuan's blood-stained body with disgust and said, "Who let you in?"
Nie Chenyuan smiled lowly and wanted to move closer, but Nie Songping patted his shoulder: "Good boy! Tell me the truth, what is your cultivation level now? You must have reached the tenth floor of the day after tomorrow, right?"
Said very heartily laughed.
"In this way tomorrow's challenge, that boy Lin Yuhao will definitely lose, I see how Zhang Jingguo is going to do it?!"
"Grandpa, I won't be going tomorrow." Nie Chenyuan looked at Qing Yun with a smile.
"What?" Nie Songping looked at his grandson and then at Qingyun, not knowing why.
"I will play tomorrow." Qing Yun said casually, lowering his head and straightening his sleeves.
Nie Songping was taken aback, and immediately lit a row of wax for Lin Yuhao in his heart.
The ancient martial arts conference was suspended for a day, giving the champions who had fought consecutive battles a period of rest, and then the challenge that people paid the most attention to.
Only the number one player is eligible to challenge the leader of the previous session, Lin Yuhao.
Lin Yuhao was warming up in his exclusive lounge, surrounded by several warriors from the Ancient Martial Arts Association, unlike usual, they would always compliment Lin Yuhao when they met, at this time these warriors were all as quiet as chickens, and the atmosphere in the room was very strange .
It was really because of the horrifying tragedy of Zhang Kuang the day before yesterday. Everyone agreed that Nie Chenyuan's cultivation had already surpassed the ninth floor of the day after tomorrow. Lin Yuhao had little chance of winning against him.
Zhang Jingguo walked in, passed a towel to Lin Yuhao, and patted him on the shoulder at the same time: "Don't be nervous, I've always been optimistic about you. Although Nie Chenyuan is strong, your ability to leapfrog is not weak."
It's fine if he doesn't say anything, Lin Yuhao feels even more agitated when he says this. What do you mean by that? Everyone thinks that Nie Chenyuan's cultivation surpasses him
Lin Yuhao pursed his lips and said nothing, Zhang Jingguo's face flashed a trace of nervousness, he looked at the time and said: "Mr. He is going to watch your game today, he should be in the car by now."
He patted Lin Yuhao on the shoulder again, turned around and was about to go out. At this time, the candidates for both sides of the match just appeared on the screen in the lounge.
Qing Yun VS Lin Yuhao.
Lin Yuhao looked up, and the hand holding the towel to wipe the sweat stopped immediately. When Zhang Jingguo walked out the door, he glanced back and was stunned.
what's the situation? Shouldn't Lin Yuhao's opponent be Nie Chenyuan? How could it be Qingyun
"Maybe I made a mistake. I'll call and ask." Zhang Jingguo frowned, picked up his cell phone and made a call.
After a while, he walked into the lounge again, with a face full of disbelief: "It's really Qingyun, Nie Chenyuan has come this far and actually gave up his qualifications to him."
"This is against the rules." Lin Yuhao frowned and asked, but the great sense of relief in his heart made him want to laugh.
It's just that there was a little gossip yesterday, and Lin's mother appeared and said something, so Qing Yun couldn't help clarifying herself in this way? Sure enough, it was still too tender.
The corner of Lin Yuhao's mouth curled up into a secret smile. He wanted to use public opinion to provoke the relationship between Nie Chenyuan and Qing Yun. In his opinion, Nie Chenyuan could never bear being used by others. He might quit the competition after knowing Qing Yun's careful thinking. But I didn't expect Qing Yun to be naive to the point of stupidity, and came to compete with him by himself.
Qing Yun is already a useless person, what can he compare with
"No, there is this rule." Zhang Jingguo's face was not relaxed, but a little puzzled, "Qing Yun is playing as a guest of the Nie family. During the challenge, the guest is allowed to replace the direct line of the family."
Seeing the names displayed on the big screen in the arena, everyone was a little restless and whispered. But the fate of Zhang Kuang yesterday was vivid in his mind, but no one dared to speak wildly.
"Guests?" Several residents in the private room were also very surprised. They knew that there was such a rule, but the position of Ke Qing is the face of every family and family. , otherwise it would be a shame.
On the contrary, several aristocratic families close to the Ancient Martial Arts Association invited Lin Yuhao to be their guest minister, but it was also faintly despised.
Orthodox Keqing, no matter how cultivated, you must reach the postnatal perfection, but the few remaining postnatal perfections in this world often don't care about the secular world, and focus on attacking the innate, but they can't invite them even if they want to
Everyone in the private room cast their eyes on Nie Songping, seeing that he is still there today, they couldn't help but mutter in their hearts.
It was just revealed yesterday that the grandson likes a man, and he can still be so calm today, isn't his mentality good enough
They didn't believe that Nie Songping was so foolish that he casually recruited someone to be his guest, so his attitude towards Qing Yun couldn't help but become a bit more serious. But still full of doubts, Qing Yun is only in his early twenties, what level of cultivation can he reach
When Qing Yun came out, all eyes were fixed on him.
Whether it's the entanglement between the Qing family and Lin Yuhao, the relationship between Qing Yun and Nie Chenyuan, or his reliance on the competition this time, all the people present are full of curiosity, wanting to see what the only son of the Qing family who has been missing for three years can do. to what extent.
And as soon as Qingyun stood on the ring, someone couldn't help but scolded: "Nonsense! Is the challenge a joke? You even let an ordinary person play!"
"Look at this person's footsteps are vain, no different from ordinary people, at most he is a martial artist of the first or second level acquired, why is he here to join in the fun!"
"Old Nie... who is this?" The Patriarch of the Gu family turned to look at Nie Songping, and the prophecy on his face stopped.
Nie Songping was possessed by the old urchin at the moment, so he didn't point it out. Instead, he sighed, shook his head and smiled wryly: "Chen Yuan likes it, what can I do?"
He said it as if he was full of distress and helpless, but in fact he felt secretly refreshed, and these old boys would stare out their eyes later.
Master Gu's eyes rolled, and he wanted to sell his granddaughter again: "Young people always have trouble turning around, and we elders can't tolerate it."
"Look, I'll just say he's ruined, he's a useless person." Lin Yuhao leaned back on the sofa, stared at the screen and let out a laugh.
"That's right." Zhang Jingguo shook his head and laughed, thinking that he was overthinking it. It seems that old guy Nie Songping is also stupid sometimes.
No, it should be said that the young and old of the Nie family couldn't figure it out. Zhang Jingguo had to admit that if Nie Chenyuan played, Lin Yuhao would definitely lose. Now that Qing Yun was replaced, the Nie family simply gave up the championship.
Lin Yuhao stood up and was about to go on stage. He still stared at Qing Yun on the screen, and the viciousness in his eyes wandered out like a poisonous snake. Mother Lin happened to be present today, so let him destroy Qing's house completely.
Ignoring the commotion around her, Qing Yun looked down at her jade-like palms, a thin layer of energy slowly covering them, isolating these hands from contact with the outside world.
"You shouldn't have come." Lin Yuhao sighed in the arena. He looked at Qing Yun with pity in his eyes, "You go, leave the ancient martial arts world, be an ordinary person, and live a good life."
Qing Yun raised his head and glanced at him, thinking, this is a showman.
Lin Yuhao continued, with a tone of resentment: "If you do this, you will embarrass your mother, do you know? If you want to blame me for Qing Haolin's death, there is nothing I can do, but Qing Hao Lin used his identity as a warrior to plunder, and even threatened my mother to marry him with my father's life, he is a cancer in the ancient martial arts world, what position do you have to avenge him!"
"My mother endured humiliation for me and suffered in Qing's family for twenty years. She is not familiar with the ancient martial arts world, and she dare not confide in others. She can only use her weak body to resist Qing Haolin's harm and protect me and my family. Father… "
As he spoke, his eyes were slightly red, as if he was extremely sad. At this time upstairs, the curtain slowly rose in the private room where Mother Lin lived. Mother Lin sat gracefully by the wall, looking at Lin Yuhao tenderly. , Mom is proud of you."
I don't know who started it, the people watching the game below applauded one after another, and some even stood up and applauded Lin Yuhao, praising their mother and child's deep love, completely forgetting that Qing Yun standing on the field is also the mother and son of Lin Yuhao.
"Isn't the game time up yet?" Qing Yun turned his head to look at the referee at the side with a flat tone.
Displeasure flashed across Lin Yuhao's eyes when he heard the words, but he still nodded at the referee.
The competition officially started, but the owners in the private room were not interested in watching the situation on the ring. In their eyes, this competition had no suspense at all, and with Lin Yuhao's temper, he would probably let water go, so there was really nothing to watch.
Wang Miaoyun's grandfather wiped his presbyopic glasses at this time, and sighed: "Mrs. Lin is not easy. She has endured humiliation for eighteen years. Although she does not understand martial arts, she has a tenacious will and an elegant temperament. She really does not give up to her. A strange woman in the world."