After getting rid of Xuanyuan Yun, who had almost secured his position as the leader, he was kicked out of the top ten.
They all thought that there would be no suspense in a martial arts contest, and it would be resolved with three tricks. As expected, it was solved with three tricks, that is, the winner or loser.
They opened their mouths and stared at Meng Fuyao who was frozen in a cool posture on the stage. No one thought about saving the winner.
Yan Jingchen stood there, staring at Meng Fuyao's back obsessively. He hadn't sat down since he stood up just now. When Meng Fuyao hit the first move, his eyes went dark, and those blown away by the huge force flew away. The plank hit his leg, and he was numb and unaware.
When Meng Fuyao made the final move and the stage was filled with the dazzling sunlight, he let out a short "ah" amidst the exclamations of others.
That sound exhausted all the strength of the last.
Others don't know, but he, who practiced the Thunder Movement Jue, knows that that move is "Breaking the Nine Heavens"!
Far surpassing the Thunderbolt Jue, the supreme mental method in the world, and the "Broken Nine Heavens" that is a hundred times more precious than the Thunderbolt Jue!
Swinging... Swinging...
Yan Jingchen didn't know what he was calling out, his heart sank with little pain, and sank to the depths of his heart, the pain broke his liver and lungs, and penetrated deep into the bone marrow, he was so dizzy in pain that he couldn't breathe.
Those self-made smart choices, those fates that made mistakes again and again because of wrong choices, those punishments written in fate early...
"You'll regret it, sooner or later."
"puff-"
Yan Jingchen spat out a mouthful of blood, which bloomed brilliantly on the dusty ground.
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Yan Jingchen was vomiting blood, but Meng Fuyao's sweat was dripping out of her vest bit by bit. She felt that she was approaching the direction of madness, and the feeling of being completely powerless when she was in the abyss made her eyes darken. He raised his eyes, and looked at the loser under his finger for help, that silly boy Xuanyuan Yun, but he only knew how to blink his eyes and shed tears.
Help... Although this posture is cool, it will kill people if you hold it for a long time...
Suddenly someone approached behind her, with the cool scent of a man like crushed ice, a slightly cold hand held her, and said calmly, "Get tired, let's go."
The palm he held was stable and strong, and the cold real energy in the palm passed through the ice and snow, and quickly ascended from the meridian, bit by bit to soothe her hotness and surging blood at the moment, and the violent and conflicting real energy in her body gradually calmed down, as if The trickle slowly returned to the sea, and then she felt that she could move.
she lived.
Meng Fuyao breathed a sigh of relief, tearing up with gratitude, turned her head and said in a low voice, "Yunhen..."
At this critical moment, he, who was sitting far below the stage and couldn't see his expression at all, actually saw his danger!
This infuriating delivery of the right medicine helped me overcome the most difficult hurdle at the moment of forced leapfrogging. If it weren't for the hand he held at this moment, she, Meng Fuyao, might have become a victor who died on stage today. After death, it will be marked: the gentleman was overexcited and died suddenly.
Yun Hen just smiled at her shallowly, the sparks in his eyes were full of brilliance, like a section of colorful galaxy, in those eyes, there was the joy born for her victory, and the comfort of seeing her get through the difficulties to a higher level .
He is the kind of man who lives far away on a high mountain and listens to the river with his pillow on his back.
He led her and walked slowly down the right side of the stage.
"Hold me."
"Bad luck is on the left, I will take you to the right."
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Meng Fuyao, who was pulled back by Yunhen, has inevitably become the most popular figure in Pandu these days. Everyone in Pandu is talking about the biggest and strangest dark horse in this year's Zhenwu, talking about her being the strongest The master Xuanyuan Yun was out, and after the victory, he stood on the stage overjoyed and didn't want to come down. Even Master Yuanbao heard this rumor several times when he was shopping with Tiecheng, and he was overjoyed when he came back. He hugged his stomach and laughed wildly at Meng Fuyao. Meng Fuyao was still foolishly laughing with it, the mouse became happier and decided to tell its master about it.
After recuperating for a few days, the injury was not fully healed, and the poor black horse was about to be dragged to the arena for a walk. In the final round of the palace competition in Zhengyi Hall, when the three of Meng Fuyao arrived, they found that although there were not many spectators in the hall, there were spectators around the hall. A full circle of screens was formed, those translucent screens were surrounded by emerald greens, ringed with jingle bells, the fragrance was blowing slightly, and the beauty was pleasant, and there were many beauties in ambush in crowded clusters, and the sound of warblers and swallows could be heard vaguely. language:
"Coming soon, coming soon."
"Look, look, look!"
"Don't squeeze me—"
"Oops you stepped on my foot..."
When Meng Fuyao came in, there was a commotion among the beauties, they all looked in one direction, and some people, regardless of their status, stood up and covered their faces with fans and whispered coquettishly.
Meng Fuyao was so happy, I finally became famous in one fell swoop, she walked across the hall with big strides, grinning, and waved repeatedly to her admirers.
The "admirers" glanced at her and all turned their heads away.
…
Meng Fuyao was stunned, and stood in the hall stupidly, when he suddenly heard a call, "Your Majesty is here—"
A group of people turned out from the inner hall, with a vague sense of honor and majesty.
Meng Fuyao turned her head away as soon as she heard this sound, she suddenly thought of a serious question, she seemed to want to salute Zhan Nancheng? Really depressed.
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She twisted her head in dissatisfaction, wondering whether she should use some method to avoid saluting Zhan Nancheng... The waist flashed? Broken hands? Injured tailbone? Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a group of people slowly going up to the hall, and sat down in front of the hall as the guests of honour, as if giving in for a moment, what a group of gentle scum, and I heard the commotion behind the screen, women, you tripped over my skirt and I tore your socks The band, panting into a mess, couldn't help being even more angry, damn it, there are a bunch of nympho!
Then she suddenly felt something was wrong.
The aura is wrong!
Inhuman!
Also, out of the corner of my eye, on the right side of the hall, that light purple silver embroidered robe, what is it
She was stiff, her neck bones were straight, her knuckles were rattling, and she turned her head away.
In front, on the jade steps of the main hall, Canglong is in front of the screen of the throne inlaid with gold and jade, and a person is talking to Zhan Nancheng with a purple gold crown, a blue belt, a light purple silver dragon king robe, black hair like ink and skin like jade , the exquisitely carved copper mask covered half of his beautifully contoured face, and the exposed eyebrows and eyes were still as bright as a god.
Sensing Meng Fuyao's stare, he turned his head with a slight smile, his eyes flicked on her body, and Meng Fuyao suddenly felt his whole body from inside to outside, including the underwear and the straps of the underwear, being hooked by the little hooks in his eyes. , Don't stop after hooking once, that person is elegant, lingering, radiant, graceful, irritating, hateful, and intoxicating... Smile at her.
Immediately, Meng Fuyao heard his smiling voice, which was quietly heard in her ear through the high and far hall.
"Fuyao, I think you're thinking hard."