"Play another game? Are you really not afraid of your precious daughter getting hurt by doing this?" Mo Shanshi's eyes narrowed slightly, and his gaze became a little cold.
He is indeed interested in forming an alliance with Lingyun Tower, but that does not mean that he can give up such an important opportunity. Moreover, more importantly, looking at Qian Yu's current attitude, it is clear that he regards Fu Xi Gu as a Fool, how could he endure this
"It's okay, I believe Valley Master Mo is sensible." Qian Yu shook his head, then slowly closed his eyes and said nothing more.
"Measurement?" Mo Shanshi tightened his fists slightly. He didn't know what Qian Yu meant by "measurement", but one thing he knew was that if he continued to be "measured", Fu Xigu would be eliminated in the first round. .
After a moment of silence, Mo Shanshi's eyes suddenly opened, and a bright light flashed through his eyes. Then, he also spoke: "Qingfeng, remember, don't kill anyone!"
"Yes, Master!" As Mo Shanshi's voice fell, a young man wearing dark gray clothes with various characters printed on them quickly walked out from behind several elders.
This is a young man with a somewhat cold and handsome face. There is a scar on his forehead. The clothes on his body are held up by strong muscles, making him look extremely strong.
"Qingfeng? This name sounds... so familiar! Could it be the Qingfeng from the Yuanji Wu Dynasty?"
"That should be the case. I heard that Qingfeng was once hailed as the number one genius in the Jiwu Dynasty. However, he disappeared after entering Fuxi Valley four years ago."
"Isn't this Fu Xi Gu making too much fuss? Although he lost a round, he actually called Qing Feng out against a young girl from the Amaterasu realm?"
"Perhaps you want to resolve the battle quickly!"
When the surrounding sect disciples saw Qing Feng coming out of Fuxi Valley, they all whispered to each other and at the same time, they became more or less worried about Ping Yang.
After all, people will always sympathize with the weak unconsciously, and the current Pingyang, in the hearts of the sect disciples, belongs to the ranks of the weak.
"Qing Feng, a disciple of Fuxi Valley, is twenty-six years old and has peak strength in the Samsara Realm. He competed with the Saint Realm strongman 'Gang Xin' a year ago and managed three hundred moves without losing!" Qing Feng glanced at him after he stood up. He glanced at the sect disciples who were talking around him, and then said coldly.
"This... actually sent someone who is comparable to the Holy Realm!"
"It's too much!"
"Fuxigu is so shameless!"
The surrounding sect disciples already sympathized with Pingyang, but after hearing Qingfeng's introduction, they all became excited.
"Compared to the Holy Realm... It's so powerful, should I take ten moves?" Pingyang also had a look of horror on his face after hearing this.
"Is there any reason for compromise in a martial arts competition regarding the reputation of the sect?" Qingfeng seemed to have guessed that Pingyang would say this, and replied unceremoniously.
"Then... how about you let me take the first shot?" Pingyang seemed a little unwilling.
"Whether you can take action or not depends on your ability!"
"You're not going to defeat me with just one move, are you?"
"The ratio of victory to defeat is sometimes like this. If you are afraid, you can admit defeat as soon as possible. I will not make it difficult for you, and your Lingyun Tower can also send out another capable opponent."
"But, I still want to play again?"
"Then you can't blame me!" Qingfeng nodded, and then looked at the Tiandao Pavilion disciple in charge of hosting: "Please announce the start!"
"Yes." The Tiandao Pavilion disciple nodded, and then looked at Pingyang: "Little Junior Sister Pingyang, the martial arts competition is about to begin, are you ready?"
"No." Pingyang shook his head without thinking.
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The Tiandao Pavilion disciple in charge, Qing Feng who was waiting, and the surrounding sect disciples were naturally somewhat speechless after hearing such an answer.
Not ready
You've already fought once and you still say you're not ready
"How long does it take for Junior Sister Pingyang to prepare?" The Tiandao Pavilion disciple coughed lightly and asked Pingyang patiently again.
"If he is willing to let me do all the tricks, I will be ready." Pingyang pouted her pink lips, showing an innocent and bright smile.
"I can't make the decision..." The Tiandao Pavilion disciples were a little embarrassed.
"You call me junior sister, are you still unwilling to help me?" Pingyang blinked his clear eyes, looking a little sad.
"I call you Junior Sister because I know that you and Senior Sister Chi are as close as sisters, so I call you Junior Sister. There is no other meaning."
"Then you have to help me even more."
"But I can't help... He doesn't agree, how can I force him?"
"Why can't you force it?"
"..." The Tiandao Pavilion disciple was speechless again, because he really didn't know how to answer these words. To put it seriously, he was afraid that people would say he was too fierce and did not understand etiquette. However, to put it lightly, Pingyang seemed to not understand it at all.
what to do
The Tiandao Pavilion disciples were in a dilemma and could only look at Mu Qingfeng.
"Let's get started." Mu Qingfeng was a little helpless at the moment, but he couldn't just follow Pingyang's temper. After all, so many people were waiting.
"Okay, the second match between Fuxi Valley and Lingyun Tower, between Qingfeng and Pingyang, starts now!" After hearing Mu Qingfeng's words, the Tiandao Pavilion disciples quickly breathed a sigh of relief and announced directly without any explanation.
"Hey... This princess is not ready yet, how can you..."
"I'm sorry, Your Highness Princess!"
Before Pingyang's voice could completely fall, Qingfeng had already moved. His body was like lightning, and a long sword like a hook was cut directly from the air.
It was a purple light falling from top to bottom.
The moment the purple light lit up, the surrounding air seemed to freeze. It seemed that the whole world was filled with that purple light, and everyone's eyes were completely attracted by that purple light.
"The sun is rising, there is purple energy coming from the east, what a beautiful mood, what a great swordsmanship!" Mu Qingfeng couldn't help but praise after seeing the purple light falling from the sky.
And at this time, a little golden light also lit up in the purple light. It was a little golden light raised from the bottom up. It did not have the artistic conception of purple light, but it was filled with a fierce and fierce atmosphere.
A gun named: Fire Lin!
"Huh? Pingyang didn't hide!"
"No, Your Highness Princess, get out of the way!"
"This is Qingfeng's Purple Qi Silver Hook!"
Seeing the Fire Linqiang rushing towards him without retreating, the surrounding sect disciples were obviously startled and immediately shouted loudly.
Qingfeng was also obviously stunned at this time.
However, he was just stunned for a moment, because at the moment when the golden light touched the silver hook in his hand, a terrifying and almost exaggerated force came over him.
Fire Lin Gun!
Among the top ten treasures of the Daxia Dynasty, it is known as the most powerful gun!
Coupled with the powerful strength of Pingyang Saint Realm, Qingfeng really didn't even have time to react with this shot, and his whole person was carried away by a powerful and fierce force.
"Pfft!" A mouthful of blood spurted out from Qing Feng's mouth. His originally fierce face turned rosy at this moment, because the power that rushed into his body made his whole body feel numb. A pain burning from within.
"I told you that you rushed over before you were ready. Isn't this bullying?" A crisp voice also sounded at this time.
Then, a fiery red figure also rushed into the sky. The bright red flower armor looked extremely bright under the sunlight. Coupled with the burning flames on its body, it looked like an elf bathed in flames.
"Buzz!" A vibration sounded.
The soaring red light dyed the sky red. It was a red color comparable to that of the sunset. It lit up from Pingyang's body and pierced the sky.
At the same time, a bright red character also lit up on Pingyang's forehead. It was extremely complex and showed her strength as a powerful person in the Holy Realm.
"What?! You..." Qing Feng, who was flying in the air, looked at such a scene and made a sound of extreme disbelief.
He wanted to say something more, but a crimson fire spear had already stabbed down, piercing his face from top to bottom like lightning.
"Poof!" a sound.
There was a blood hole in Qingfeng's arm holding the silver hook sword, and blood spattered, making it impossible for him to hold the silver hook sword anymore.
And this seemed not to be over yet. The moment the silver hook sword was released, he also saw a foot, a foot that fell head-on and stepped on his face.
"Boom!" Under the powerful impact, Qing Feng's body fell heavily to the ground without any resistance, his face turned from red to white, and although his eyes were not closed, they stared as if they were filled with blood.
He wanted to stand up, but a little golden light had already arrived in front of his eyes at this time, and it stayed quietly in his throat. The fierce aura suppressed him and made him unable to move at all.
"I heard that you fought three hundred rounds with a strong man in the Holy Realm a year ago and were undefeated?" Pingyang looked at Qingfeng with clear eyes, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.
"..." Qingfeng's lips moved. He wanted to say yes, but for some reason, he felt completely speechless.
"Hahaha, needless to say, this princess knows that you lost, so you don't have to blame yourself too much, because it's not shameful to lose in my hands, hahaha... This princess won again, two games in a row. Yan Xiu is even more powerful!" Pingyang didn't wait for Qing Feng to speak, and his wanton laughter burst out, echoing on the top of Tianchan Mountain.
Qianyu opened her eyes at this moment and looked at Pingyang, who was standing not far away with a bright smile on her face. There was also a hint of joy from the bottom of her mouth.
As for the surrounding sect disciples, including Fuxi Valley, Yin Yang Palace, and even Mu Qingfeng and Tiandao Pavilion disciples, they were all completely confused at this moment.
"Won?!"
"Pingyang, you actually won?"
"How on earth did she win? Why is this happening?!"
No one can figure it out, because there is no such possibility at all. How can we win like this? Doesn't Qingfeng have an overwhelming advantage
unless…
For a moment, a thought flashed through everyone's mind.
However, when this thought flashed through, everyone's expressions completely changed. It was a kind of shock and disbelief that truly came from the heart.
"Holy Realm!"
"Pingyang is a holy place!"
"Sixteen years old... Sixteen years old in the holy realm?!"
No one wants to believe such a thing, but it seems that only this reason can explain the scene where Ping Yang shot Qing Feng away just now.
silence.
Incomparable silence.
The sun was shining from the sky, and it was still on Pingyang's body. A faint red light flowed on the flower armor, and the long hair like a waterfall fluttered gently in the wind.
On Pingyang's forehead, the bright red characters shone with dazzling brilliance.
"Holy Realm, really Holy Realm!"
"Pingyang is a strong man in the holy realm!"
If it was just now, when everyone saw Pingyang, they would only say that Pingyang was cute and beautiful, but now, when the characters representing the holy realm on Pingyang's forehead came into their sight, everyone felt a kind of twitching in their legs. Soft feeling.
Holy land!
A sixteen-year-old holy land!
If the eighteen-year-old Yan Xiu had already caused a strong sense of frustration in their hearts, then when the sixteen-year-old Ping Yang appeared in front of them, they no longer knew what words to use to describe it.
"Father, she Pingyang..." Xian Wang Lin Yun's eyes widened at this moment. Even if he saw it with his own eyes, looking at Pingyang standing in the field with a red light on his body, he still couldn't believe this fact, because, in Half a year ago, Pingyang was really in the Amaterasu realm.
"Well, Pingyang has become a saint!" Lin Mubai nodded.
"Congratulations, Your Majesty! Congratulations, Your Majesty!"
"Congratulations to Your Highness, Princess, for breaking through to the Holy Realm!"
The generals and courtiers of the Great Xia Dynasty all knelt down at this moment and shouted to the Holy Lord Lin Mubai and Ping Yang who was standing not far away.
"Hahaha, get up! This princess was Amaterasu half a year ago, but now she is in the Holy Realm. How about it? Are you surprised? Is it exciting? Hahaha..." Pingyang smiled happily without any worries. Because she has been waiting for this day for too long.
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Arrogant, wanton, and arrogant, these are the words that come to everyone's mind when they hear Pingyang's words. However, they have no words to deny that Pingyang does have the capital to be arrogant, wanton, and arrogant.
Of course, it would be better if it could be a little more low-key.
It's a pity...
Pingyang is Pingyang. When she stands on this zenith, holding a fire lin gun, how could she not be arrogant.
"Crack!" The cup in Mo Shanshi's hand was crushed to pieces. The sneer on his face had long since disappeared, replaced by a kind of coldness, extremely cold: "Master Qianlou, what a good trick, I Mo Shanshi, I admire you so much today!”