When that family member saw Qianye, he looked down and said coldly and proudly: "My name is Liu Yuqing, remember this name, because I will be the master of Liu Jiaxing, and I will also be the one who defeats you. "
Qianye shrugged his shoulders, feeling that he could save even a scene with such a noble disciple. Qianye vaguely remembered that this family was the direct branch of the Liu family of Fan Tang, and it was considered pretty good to be in the top ten of Spring Hunting with his family's strength, perhaps this gave Liu Yuqing high confidence.
Liu Yuqing sat on the horse with his waist down, and made a gesture of the secret martial arts, and then the original force radiated on his body, and a faint beam of light appeared above his head, going straight up for several meters.
This is a esoteric combat skill, and it is considered well-known in the aristocratic family. Liu Yuqing was able to cultivate it to such an extent at such a young age, no wonder he was full of arrogance.
But Qianye secretly shook his head when he saw such a rigorous and meticulous gesture. It seems that Liu Yuqing is the kind of person who has a good talent, spends most of his time in the family and trains hard, and has never been on the battlefield. His combat experience basically comes from the virtual combat system, and most of them fight real combat of a sparring nature.
Among the aristocratic families, there are not a few who cultivate young children in this way. Although the empire has not stopped wars for a moment in the 1,200 years since the founding of the empire, the territory, especially the major provinces, has been at peace for a long time. It is only an ideal way of saying that it is only ideal to temper one's mind in blood and fire. In fact, the harsh battlefield environment will cause many talented but unlucky people to die early in battle. Many aristocratic families no longer advocate this way of training and sharpening .
For generals and below, the fifth level is a watershed. Generally, young children will cultivate to this point. After they have at least the ability to protect themselves, they will be sent to the army, starting from low-level officers. At this time, they will no longer be casually sacrificed as cannon fodder, and at the same time, they can gradually accumulate experience through battles in the regular army. Taking this path can also grow, you can get a position, and the most important thing is to have the experience of commanding the army. Although the progress of personal martial arts in the early stage will be slower than that of those fighters from the Bingjue, the advantages of secret martial arts will become more and more obvious in the future.
Qianye stood casually, and the tide of dawn force in his body had already risen. He had decided long ago that the first round must be fought quickly to save enough energy for the following battles. Today is another three rounds in a row, and all the children of the aristocratic family have started to participate. The gap in level has always been a shortcoming of his, and the further he goes, the more this defect will be magnified.
However, in Liu Yuqing's eyes, Qianye's casual posture was in stark contrast to his seriousness, his face became extremely ugly, and he stared at Qianye, obviously thinking that his soldier's dignity had been insulted.
When the horn sounded, Liu Yuqing shot towards Qianye like an arrow, a beam of light split into two paths, stretched along his arms to the front of his fist, and the sharp and ferocious aura of origin blasted towards Qianye's chest like two sharp knives.
Qianye stood on the spot, his feet motionless, and he didn't even have any intention of defending, but his upper body suddenly retracted, his right hand stretched out like lightning, and two fingers in the middle of his food shot out a light light of force, directly poking at Liu Yuqing's eyes!
It turned out that the first round was a lose-lose situation! However, the result of the exchange of injuries would be Qianye's internal chest and abdomen injuries, while Liu Yuqing's eyes were severely injured! No matter how serious the injury to the viscera is, it is not fatal. Once the eyes are injured, it will leave sequelae at the slightest, and completely blind at the severest.
Liu Yuqing was taken aback and had no choice but to withdraw his punches and return to defense. Qianye smiled slightly, shifted his body, stepped forward and rushed forward, and the offensive immediately rushed away like a stormy sea! Every punch and every kick of his is extremely heavy, and every move goes straight to the vital point, extremely fierce, without leaving any behind.
Liu Yuqing took advantage of the opportunity to attack his vital points several times, but Qianye ignored him completely, and just attacked all the way to the end! This style of play is said to exchange injuries for injuries, and it is really endless. Where did Liu Yuqing meet such a person in the past, who resisted left and right to block, and in a blink of an eye, he was in a mess, only able to parry, but had no power to fight back.
On the high platform for watching the battle, an old man suddenly snorted and said displeasedly: "That No. 163 is really a rascal! This is the Spring Hunting Ceremony, how can we use such a low-level style of play? Yuqing is too much!" Keep the etiquette, and the villain will take advantage of it!"
Although the old man was sitting on the high platform, he was near the edge, far away from Duke Wei's main seat. He is the current patriarch of the Liu Clan of Fan Tang, and his position also reflects the clan's current status in the family. With the strength and status of the Liu family, it is impossible to participate in the Emperor Garden Spring Hunting, so Tianxuan Spring Hunting is the best stage for them to emerge.
Not far from the old man, a rich and beautiful, elegant and luxurious lady smiled and said, "I don't think so. What No. 163 uses is the real winning technique on the battlefield. When there is iron and blood fighting, face-to-face can determine life and death." , who will come and fight with you slowly with every move? Yuqing is a good kid at first, but it's a pity that his actual combat experience is a bit poor, and he will show timidity when he meets a slightly stronger opponent. He hides at home alone No matter how well you practice, what's the use?"
The face of the patriarch of the Liu clan sank, he snorted, and said: "Yuqing is full of talent and has a bright future in the future. Naturally, he must be carefully cultivated. How can he just go to a dangerous place to fight for his life like those poor families of the gentry?" An illusory chance?"
The lady smiled lightly and said: "That makes sense. Yuqing can grow slowly, but Miss Xin'er may not be able to wait that long. I heard that she will choose a husband from this year's young talents. Son-in-law."
The patriarch of the Liu clan became even more gloomy now, he snorted heavily, and stopped talking.
Xin'er is the second granddaughter of Duke Wei, and has always been loved by the elders. The news that Wei Guogong intends to choose a husband for her in this spring hunt has already spread. Many descendants of aristocratic families and even young nobles with slightly higher status are gearing up and looking forward to it. But no matter how not picky a noble daughter of such an aristocratic family is, she will never marry someone who stops in the fourth round.
In the fighting arena, Liu Yuqing's solid skills finally showed little by little. He has not been knocked down yet, and he is full of tenacity. However, under Qianye, who has rich combat experience, he is doomed to have no chance of reversing the situation.
Qianye's attack became more and more fierce, and his punches became more and more intensive. Suddenly, he shouted loudly, and punched Liu Yuqing three times in a row, directly knocking Liu Yuqing out of the arena!
Liu Yuqing hadn't reacted yet, until she saw Qianye retracting her hands and retreating, only then did she realize that she had withdrawn from the boundary line of the fighting arena and had already lost. "You!" He was furious and pointed at Qianye, but he didn't know what to say.
"I won." Qianye looked indifferent.
"How can you count this as winning!" Liu Yuqing said angrily. He was equivalent to being beaten by Qianye's quick punches and retreated step by step, and finally stepped out of the boundary line of the fighting arena. Naturally, he was extremely unconvinced.
At this time, the guards of the public and private army patrolling the field had already come over, and said coldly: "Leave the field immediately after the fight!"
No matter how unconvinced Liu Yuqing was, she could only endure it, and stared at Qianye with hatred, her gaze almost wanted to tear him apart.
Qianye just smiled, turned around and left. For the three punches just now, Qianye hit Liu Yuqing's defensive left arm all of them, and only then did he push him out of the field in one fell swoop. If it were to change the starting point, Liu Yuqing would have been slightly injured under the impact of Qianye's over 20 rounds of military assault. However, Liu Yuqing was really not experienced enough, so he didn't realize that Qianye was already being merciful.
Just as Qianye walked to the sidelines, he looked up and saw Zhao Junhong again.
Zhao Junhong said suddenly: "Your combat skills are actually not suitable for group arena."
At this time, Qianye somewhat understood the temperament of Second Young Master Zhao, and also found that this arrogant scion had a fanatical interest in studying martial arts, so he replied quite calmly: "Actually, I have never learned secret martial arts. In the military, martial arts and military tactics are used to kill people, not for show."
Zhao Junhong nodded with a thoughtful expression on his face. In the past, he never looked directly at weapons below level five, especially military-standard firearms that were almost like scrap iron, but Qianye's Eagle Strike was able to injure his guards.
And the military campaign is never mentioned, and it is recognized that the lack of stamina after being unable to be promoted to a general. As for the martial arts in the army, in Zhao Junhong's eyes, it is no different from fighting with street gangsters. However, when these things are used in Qianye's hands, there is a kind of power to turn decay into magic, which almost subverts the understanding of the second son of Zhao all along.
The fifth round came soon, Zhao and Song made their debut, and the remaining contestants were divided into two groups. Zhao Junhong and Song Zining will be placed in different groups so as not to meet in advance. Originally, they still had the right to choose their opponents, but the two probably didn't want to be criticized and bullied the weak, so they just discussed and decided on groups, and the order of the battle was still decided by drawing lots.
Qianye looked at the group and laughed dumbfounded, Zhao Junhong and him were not in the same group. In other words, he had to reach the top of his own group to meet Zhao Junhong, which meant that at least he had to defeat Song Zining.
When the battle started, all eyes were on the fighting field where the Zhao and Song clans were. Zhao Junhong's performance was extremely domineering, kicking his opponent out of the field with one kick. Song Zining was well-behaved, and he came and went with his opponent for nearly ten minutes with a small win.
And Qianye finally met a strong opponent, Nangong Wanyun.
Nangong Wanyun had the gentle temperament of a lady from a traditional aristocratic family. Standing in front of Qianye, she smiled slightly and said, "Can you let me have some?"
"No." Qianye replied.
Nangong Wanyun smiled and said: "I really don't know how to cherish girls. I didn't let you lose to me, I just do it for a while, don't slap your face, okay?"
Qianye thought about it seriously, and said, "Try your best!"
"Then thank you in advance." Nangong Wanyun clasped her hands together, with mist curling around her fingertips, and then turned her palms and pushed forward. However, several colorless auras of original force flew out of the mist in an instant, and the sound of piercing wind was no different from a sharp weapon, piercing Qianye's vital points.
Qianye let out a low shout, and a faint crimson light glowed on his body. He strode forward, just slightly avoiding the most vulnerable points such as eyes and throat, and didn't even look at the shots to other parts, he rushed to Nangong Wanyun in an instant, and punched him in the head!
Nangong Wanyun's complexion changed drastically, she dodged to dodge, and screamed in surprise: "Say it's not a slap in the face!"
"Shouldn't it be a sneak attack?" Qianye said, turning around and punching, and hit Nangong Wanyun's middle like a thunderstorm.