Qianye's Bingjue has gone through twenty-five rounds, and there is a faint sound of tide, and the wind and thunder occasionally move between his gestures. The faint crimson light of the original force on the front of his fist became more and more intense, meeting the dim blue light between Song Zining's palms and fingers. Suddenly, the upper body of both of them shook. It turned out that although their moves failed to connect, the original force released seemed to collide in reality!
A trace of surprise flashed in Song Zining's eyes, and then it turned into a smile. Qianye didn't feel anything special about this collision of original force, he just found that Song Zining's original force was completely different from before, flexible as water, seemingly weak but strong, ebb and flow, unpredictable. And Qianye's own original force is still the characteristic of Bingfajue, fierce and brave, with sharp edges and corners, showing his sharpness!
The many big figures in the stands had eyes like torches, and they had already noticed the little detail just now.
Uncle Hua Yang, who was sitting in the second seat from the lower left of Duke Wei, was surprised, and said, "I'm not mistaken, right? You can be called a genius if you release the original force below the seventh level. Can it condense into a solid form?"
Uncle Chang Ping next to him said: "It's fine that one of them is the seventh son of the direct line of the Song Dynasty, and the other one is a commoner..." Before he could finish speaking, the situation in the field changed dramatically.
Qianye and Song Zining finally collided with each other, receiving the first blow of the war so far! Amidst the sound of "boom", the original force light of one scarlet and one blue exploded into a ball of dazzling white light, and the two of them flew back.
Just as Qianye stood firm, he saw Song Zining smiling at him, and then raised his hands. Under Qianye's strange gaze, he realized that Song Zining had surrendered when the patrolling guards of the Duke's Mansion landed in the fighting arena.
Suddenly the audience was in an uproar!
Qianye was stunned and asked, "What's wrong with you?"
Song Zining stretched out his hand to hold his chest, frowned slightly and said, "I had already suffered internal injuries from fighting with that bull for too long last time. Being hit by such a forceful force of yours, it seemed that the injury was even worse. There is really no way to fight again. force."
Qianye was speechless for a while, counting the sixth round, this was the second time he encountered an opponent who conceded due to a serious frontcourt injury, what kind of luck! But the last time that person left the field, he couldn't even stand still, but Song Zining didn't look like he was seriously injured.
At this time, even the Duke of Wei in the stands sent envoys down to inquire, Song Zining's words were still the same as the foreword, so Qianye won this match very inexplicably.
The big shots watching the battle were left speechless by the message brought back by the emissary. In the seventh round of the battle, the battle between Song Zining and Wei Potian attracted the most attention. Everyone could clearly see that the two never collided head-on.
Far Eastern Wei's secret combat skills "Thousand Mountains" and "Tong Ming Shattering Fist" are famous for their powerful power and high consumption, so Song Zining and others dragged Wei Potian down alive. At that time, everyone praised Song Zining's skills Appropriate tactical choice. Could it be that "Thousand Mountains" still have unknown anti-injury attributes
Sitting on the right side of Duke Wei is an old man with a strange face. It is the first time to watch the battle today. Judging by the seat he is sitting in, his status should be quite respectable, so he spoke very bluntly, frowning and said: "Song Why does the seventh son of the direct line of the family look so unambitious, what kind of internal injury? I think it's true that he doesn't want to fight against the second son of the Zhao family!"
However, Duke Wei stroked his beard and murmured, "I heard that Song Zining entered the line of successors of the Song Clan because he mastered the ancient secret technique 'Three Thousand Floating Leaves Jue'?"
The old man Yi Guanghou nodded, still with a look of hesitation on his face, and said: "The secret method of the Song Clan has been practiced for hundreds of years. In the history of the empire, the 'Three Thousand Floating Leaves Jue' was once comparable to the 'Da Yan Tianji'." Jue' side by side, but I don't think that the disciples of the Song Clan who can practice this method now have such a heart."
Wei Guogong just smiled. Although Yi Guanghou is old, his temper is even worse than when he was young. No wonder he was willing to travel thousands of miles to participate in a small Tianxuan spring hunt, but the voice was directed at Song Zining
Uncle Hua Yang was listening to the conversation between the two, and interrupted, "Song Zining doesn't seem to be walking around in the past, and there is very little information about him."
As expected, Yiguanghou said, "He lived in Wendao Manor until his adulthood. Not everyone inside is qualified to pay respects to the old lady."
Song Zining's great-grandmother, Mrs. An Guogong's wife. She is the only Duke's wife in Daqin whose title is different from her husband's, that is to say, her title comes from her own strength.
While speaking, another match ended, Zhao Junhong defeated Yin Qiqi. The Second Young Master Zhao is indeed a leader of the younger generation, and his ability to pass all the way to the finals is a clear proof, and he won every game cleanly, without any stalemate.
In comparison, Qianye's record was very controversial. He almost won without a fight in the sixth round and the semi-finals. It was a huge bargain. You must know that although the second place did not have custom-made firearms, the cumulative bonuses and weapons he could get were worth thousands of gold coins. up.
This is the end of today's group arena, and the final battle will be held the next day.
Gambling is unavoidable on the periphery of any competition, especially for large-scale events such as Tianxuan Chunshou, where the total number of guards and servants of various families exceeds 10,000. However, as soon as the results of the semi-finals came out, the handicap of what should have been the most prosperous decisive battle was suddenly empty, because there was really no suspense.
It wasn't until the evening that the gamblers became slightly interested. There were more than 1,000 gold coins betting on Qianye's win on the newly opened gambling table. So many people bet one after another. Although the odds are astonishingly 30 to 1, and you have to bet dozens of gold coins to win one back, there are still many people who are willing to do this kind of extra money that is sure to win without losing. .
Now that the game has become popular, even if Zhao Junhong bets one-sidedly to win, it can be regarded as propping up the scene, so after nightfall, a series of small bets emerged. For example, there are bets on how long Zhao Junhong will win. There are different odds from one minute to thirty minutes, and you can also bet on odd or even numbers of time. You can also bet on what method Zhao Junhong will use to win, such as punching, kicking, secret skills, etc. The odds are also different.
Some people even bet on the head hammer in a whimsical way. Of course, the odds are extremely high. Everyone knows that the Zhao Clan's children have always paid the most attention to appearance, and such unmannered moves will never be used. Although it's all about a few gold coins, the atmosphere is lively and interesting. People have to admire the skill of this new banker today.
Qianye didn't care about the turmoil of the outside world, he spent the whole afternoon meditating in the training room, pushed the Bingjue to the thirty-five rounds again, and then carefully observed the situation in his body. You must know that you can reach thirty-five rounds in cultivation, but you can't use this power in battle. The Bingjue is too strong, and it will damage the internal organs when it runs in the blood. If the original force is released through the body, it will be harmful to the body The damage is even greater.
Qianye is now trying to find that limit. Otherwise, even if Zhao Junhong really complied with the foreword and suppressed the original force to level five, he might not be able to win with thirty rounds of Bing King's Strike. The fifth level of secret combat skills and the standard fifth level are two completely different concepts, just like the difference between an inland airship and an interstellar airship.
Suddenly Qianye's body trembled slightly, and the golden blood energy circling around the heart suddenly jumped out, like a heron, passing by the tide of dawn force, taking away a ray of force. Qianye was extremely surprised, and couldn't help but feel it, and found that the ray of dawn force that was dragged away was exceptionally refined and pure, obviously the essence of thirty-five rounds of force tides.
Because in the past, only ordinary blood energy was able to grow stronger by devouring the original force of dawn, and the golden blood energy only swallowed ordinary blood energy, which made Qianye think that this was the promotion rule for the power of blood, but now it seems that this is not the case. Thinking of the cold breath that the golden blood energy had swallowed the head of Wen before, Qianye couldn't help but have a strange thought, could it be that it was a picky eater? Look down on ordinary force, only eat special ones
Qianye couldn't help laughing at this thought. At this time, he has completed today's training, and controlled the force tide to recede slowly.
After Qianye returned to his room, a Yin family servant brought over a gift box and a unique letterhead. He opened it and saw that on the fine rice paper, a lively spring night outing scene was outlined with a few strokes. Below it was a few words of invitation to the banquet, and at the end was a simple map showing the directions.
Although the handwriting of the text is unfamiliar, the structure and demeanor have a familiar feeling. Qianye turned over the cover and saw Song Zining's signature. In the past few days Song Zining sent similar things here several times, but Qianye never saw them, and was thrown out by Qiqi. Somehow this thing slipped in
Qianye looked at the sketch map under the letter again, the location is estimated to be outside the Spring Hunting camp, near the passage to the back mountain. He thought for a while, put away the paper, greeted the guard on duty, and walked out of Yin's courtyard.
At this time, at the top of the towering ancient tree in the back garden, Qiqi was standing there alone, watching Qianye walk out of the gate of the other courtyard. His figure disappeared behind a courtyard wall and green shade for a while, and then appeared on a path full of gardenias on the west side of the courtyard, turned a corner and went west. That is the direction of the suburbs.
Qiqi's phoenix eyes were dark and extremely quiet. It's not like she didn't hear the gossip from everyone behind her back. She suspected that the seventh son of Song had different hobbies from ordinary people, and she also speculated that the seventh son and Miss Qiqi were at odds with each other and deliberately poached corners. But Qianye never uttered a word, and never even asked a question.
Qiqi didn't know what Song Zining was up to, but she knew exactly what Qianye's attitude meant. Because her own reaction to similar things in the past was the same as Qianye's now, that is, she didn't care at all.
The mountain breeze in spring is getting softer. Even in the evening, the fragrance of the flowers and trees is still not completely dissipated by the sun during the day, and it is full of warmth. Qiqi walked into the canopy of the tree, sat down in Qianye's usual position, and slowly curled herself up into a small ball.