"Ahem..."
Xun Ziyan opened his mouth and spat out a large mouthful of bright red blood. He looked at Peng Junyue who was pressing on him with red eyes, his eyes as sharp as a sword wanting to pierce Peng Junyue's heart.
"Wow… "
Peng Junyue opened his mouth and spat out a large mouthful of blood, and sprayed Xun Ziyan's face from the front. The huge mountain was so heavy that the energy and blood in his body kept churning under it.
After spraying Xun Ziyan in the face, he put away the giant mountain weapon, stood up with excitement and wiped the blood from his mouth. He ignored Xun Ziyan, turned to look at the referee and said: "He lost. He landed first and then I landed, so according to the rules, I won."
"You won? Who said you won?" Xun Ziyan took out a handkerchief with disgust on his face and wiped the blood that Peng Junyue sprayed on his face, which seemed to be mixed with saliva. Before he could dry his face, suddenly Hearing Peng Junyue's words, he immediately put down his handkerchief, looked at Peng Junyue angrily and said, "You have already admitted defeat before, so naturally I am the winner."
"Admit defeat? Who said I gave up? Which of your ears heard that I gave up?" Peng Junyue looked at Xun Ziyan with a mean look on his face and said: "Think about it, I said you won, not that I gave up. , it’s not like I gave up.
Don’t you know that there is an article in the art of war called showing the enemy weakness? When I say you win, it is showing weakness to the enemy. Isn't that normal? I didn't say I gave up. "
Everyone around them understood what was happening and looked at Peng Junyue in astonishment.
"Win, win again!"
"It turns out that rules can still be used in this way!"
"Actually, the real essence is the raised hands. Xun Ziyan thought it was admitting defeat, but it was actually preparing for an attack."
"No, the real essence is the giant mountain taken out later."
"Yes, I also think it's the giant mountain."
"You would say that this battle was the one that was defeated the fastest except for the godson who gave up. Looking at the past Shenhou Conference, there has never been a godson of the Everlasting Great Sect who was defeated so quickly."
Listening to the voices of the people around him, Xun Ziyan almost spurted out another mouthful of blood. He stared at Peng Junyue for a long time, and then said coldly for a long time: "Very good, you are fine. This time I admit defeat, but this time I hate you." I will remember it. I will ask for advice again in the future."
"What do you mean? Do you want to settle accounts with the future?" Peng Junyue said with great disdain: "You are relying on the power behind you to use your power to suppress others and seek revenge after the fact.
In this way, from now on, the Shenhou Conference will simply stop competing and award you the Everlasting Great Sect directly. Otherwise, no matter who wins you, you will find someone to take revenge afterwards, then who would dare to win you. It turns out that this is the style of your everlasting teaching. You can’t afford to lose and have no courage..."
"You..." Xun Ziyan couldn't say a word again.
Suddenly, a hand stretched out from behind him and patted his shoulder gently.
Chu Ziyun walked slowly from the back to the front, looked at Peng Junyue coldly, and said with a cold murderous intent in his eyes: "Qi Quantity? What is the use of Qi Quantity? Can Qi Quantity be used as a combat power? Qi Quantity can solve the problem. All disputes? That’s better than courage, but what else is better than fighting strength?”
As his words fell, a cold murderous aura surged out.
In Peng Junyue's eyes, a pair of pupils suddenly shrank, and Chu Ziyun had murderous intent. Chu Ziyun, the first disciple of the Four Holy Sects and one of his godsons. There are even rumors that Chu Ziyun is the holy son of the contemporary Four Holy Sects.
The Son, the best chosen among godsons.
Now, there are two people on the other side, and there may be more people in a while. After all, they have a large number of people to survive as a great religion. If it goes on, I may not be able to take advantage, I can only...
"If you have no courage, you can't afford to lose. The people of the Four Saints can't afford to lose..." Peng Junyue repeated what he said before.
"You..." Chu Ziyun frowned and said coldly: "What do you mean you can't afford to lose? If you are normal..."
"You have no courage, you can't afford to lose, the people of the Four Holy Sects can't afford to lose..." Peng Junyue didn't wait for Chu Ziyun to speak, but he spoke again, repeating what he said before.
"It's obvious that you are using tricks. If you defeat Zi Yan in an upright and upright manner, we will naturally admit it, but you..."
"You have no courage, you can't afford to lose, the people of the Four Holy Religions can't afford to lose..."
Peng Junyue didn't care what the other party said, he just kept repeating that sentence. He just repeated one sentence, but the other party took a long time to explain.
He said something, but Chu Ziyun and Xun Ziyan had to explain a lot. For a while, Chu Ziyun and Xun Ziyan didn't even say more. They left a harsh word and turned around and walked away. .
As the two of them walked away, bursts of cheers suddenly erupted behind them.
"Not only did they win in the ring, but they also left the two members of the Four Saints speechless."
"I really learned something this time. But I think the rules of the Shenhou Conference will be changed soon. If you win in this way, you will have to admit defeat in the future."
"If you change it, change it. I have gained a lot of knowledge today."
Everyone looked at Peng Junyue with admiration and kept cheering. When had the people of Changcun University ever been so disgraced
They are often oppressed by those long-standing great religions.
Peng Junyue waved to everyone with a narcissistic look on his face. He turned around and saw Zheng Shiyi not far away. The smile on his face gradually dissipated. He walked to Zheng Shiyi and stretched out a hand full of sympathy to pat Zheng Shiyi's shoulder. Said: "Old Shiyi, don't be discouraged. This time the Shenhou Conference failed, there will be another time."
"Next time, why should I wait for next time?" Zheng Shiyi asked with a smile on his face: "Who said I failed?"
"I know you may not want to wait, and won't wait until next time, but it's not surprising that you lost this time..." Peng Junyue said habitually, and his whole body suddenly froze, and he looked at Zheng Shiyi blankly: "Wait a minute … What did you say, you didn’t fail? You won? Defeated Wangdong’s godson? How is that possible
Could it be said that your fist has recovered? No, no, even if you recover, you can't resolve the battle so quickly. "
"I didn't recover. The reason why I recovered so quickly is because I didn't fight at all." Zheng Shiyi shrugged and said, "Then Wangdong's godson was too seriously injured and just gave up. I naturally won."
"This... your luck, why can you win easily? Mr. Peng, I have to fight desperately. Do you know how heavy my weapon is? It pressed directly on me and almost crushed me to death. I said, old Shiyi, don't leave, I haven't finished speaking yet." Peng Junyue was complaining about his luck, but Zheng Shiyi had already turned around and walked away.
Not far away, a referee's voice sounded.
"Arena No. 11, the winner is Fan Yao."
Fan Yao also won.
Zheng Shiyi stopped and looked up at the arena aside. Fan Yao's beautiful face on the arena looked a little pale, and there was even a trace of bright red blood hanging from the corner of his mouth. He was covering an arm with one hand. It looked like that arm Already broken.
Opposite her, a handsome man was lying on the ground. His clothes that should have been very luxurious had been torn into strips. He raised his head and looked at Fan Yao opposite with a complex expression, but he was disappointed but still had a hint of admiration.
"Unexpectedly, it was Princess Fanyao who won." A man wearing a gray long coat with an ordinary appearance but an aura of nobility sighed softly: "Royal Jiulong has been eliminated by five, can we continue to advance? There are only four people.
Among these four people, Princess Fanyao seems to be the strongest. Princess Fanyao's strength is much stronger than before.
I am afraid that the strongest among the royal family is the princess. "
"The princess is indeed very strong, but she is not the strongest yet." On the side, a fairly good-looking woman retorted: "There is no one among the royal family and the royal family above Jiulong. Have you forgotten that it is nine thousand years old
The current Holy Emperor does not have a prince, but he does have many children. The current Holy Emperor is honored as Long Live, and the most outstanding of his sons is called Nine Thousand Years Old by the outside world, and is considered to be the most likely to succeed him.
Speaking of which, they are the real royal family.
There are three nine-thousand-year-olds in the royal family, and each of them is extremely outstanding. Even if you are as wise as the current saint, it is difficult to choose who is more outstanding.
Nine thousand years old, any one of them can firmly suppress the royal family Jiulong. "
"It is true that Nine Thousand Years Old is stronger, but if the princess continues to fight and breaks through again, she may be qualified to be called Nine Thousand Years Old, or even the Chief Princess!
That is the highest title among all the princesses, and one of the highest titles among all the royal family members. The eldest princess and the eldest prince are above all the princesses and princes. "
"Princess Chang, it is really possible for Princess Fanyao to grow to this level. This is a title that even Prince Fan did not get at the beginning. After all, Prince Fan was already crowned king when he rose to power."
"In the history of the dynasty, all those who were given the title of eldest princess or eldest prince would grow into the pillars of the dynasty unless they were accidentally lost or lost."
"That's right, the princess's cultivation level has skyrocketed so fast. Who would have thought that the princess has grown to where she is today!"
Fan Yao listened to the bursts of words coming from below the ring. She didn't know why, but she seemed to be inspired by something, and looked towards somewhere in the crowd.
Ten wings.
Fan Yao and Zheng Shiyi looked at each other, opened their mouths, as if they wanted to say something, but Zheng Shiyi on the opposite side smiled and nodded.
After Zheng Shiyi nodded to express congratulations, he turned around and walked away. He and Fan Yao had very different views on many things, or even everything.
Fan Yao is a princess and a member of the royal family. She comes from a small place and doesn't understand what it means to be knowledgeable. She only knows that if she doesn't even support her friends and clings to the powerful, she will be laughed at.
I can't do that myself.
Fan Yao looked at Zheng Shiyi's figure getting farther and farther away from her. Although he had won, there was a look of disappointment on his face.
Zheng Shiyi continued to walk forward, looking for Senior Brother Huanshi and Mo Xing. Before he found the two, Peng Junyue hurried over, grabbed Zheng Shiyi and ran forward: "Old Shiyi is fast, Huanshi, he Almost defeated.”
Senior brother is going to lose
(End of chapter)