Big Moon Ballad

Chapter 1059 Suppression
Xu Canghai's tall figure appeared on the examiner's high platform, and the Northern Wei practitioners below the stage immediately cheered.

The surrounding people were equally excited, and even many cultivators from the six countries looked at him with respect.

After the first round of the Intermediate Ceremony, many practitioners regarded Xu Canghai as a lifesaver.

In the previous water battle, Xu Canghai was seriously injured and still rushed to repel God Yinglong in time. The feat was impressive, and the prestige of Xuanwu God Son in Ruyang City reached its peak for a while.

But just after the water battle ended, Xu Canghai didn't show up for many days in the name of recuperating his injuries, and he didn't come to the Yulong Racecourse with the Beihan Pavilion disciples this morning, but came to the arena in the dark, bringing the wrestling match that he had already said he would not participate in. Xu Bingqing.

The father and daughter, what kind of medicine is sold in the gourd?

Staring at the two, Ying Baoyue narrowed her eyes slightly.

On the high platform, the Soochow officials looked a little surprised. Before each round, the Soochow officials invited the Northern Wei Guoshi to watch the ceremony, but Xu Canghai declined on the grounds of being injured. Why did he come again at this time?

Is there something wrong with the wrestling fight?
Many people turned pale. The sudden appearance of Ying Longshen really frightened many officials last time.

There was commotion on the high platform, only Dongfang Yi could hold her breath, and arranged for Xu Canghai to sit on the examiner's seat, while Xu Bingqing stood by Xu Canghai's side.

When the bell rang, Qian Bofang glanced at Dongfang Yi, the old man nodded, and Qian Bofang announced that the final four would continue as normal.

Xu Canghai sat on the high platform without moving, as if he was convinced that he was only here to watch the battle.

"Why is the Imperial Master of the Northern Wei Dynasty here at this time?" Ji Jiashu walked to Ying Baoyue who had returned from drawing lots.

"It's because the practitioners of the Northern Wei Dynasty entered the top four," Chen Zichu said indifferently, "Master Xu is probably here to help Meng Shi."

Yeah?Ying Baoyue was suspicious, and looked at Meng Shi who came to the stage to draw lots.

The last four lots were drawn under the watchful eyes of the examiners on the examiner's platform.

"Northern Wei Mengshi, number four!"

"Hou Liao Murong Feixing, number two!"

The originally excited Northern Wei practitioners in the audience suddenly became quiet, as if they had been poured with cold water.

Ying Baoyue had already drawn number one, and the Northern Giant had drawn number three before.

According to the rules of battles with adjacent numbers, in the semi-finals, Ying Baoyue will play against Murong Feixing, and Meng Shi will play against the Northern Giants.

"Meng Jizi's opponent... is the northern giant?"

Even Gui Chen, who was originally relieved by Ying Baoyue, raised his head in surprise.

Ying Baoyue didn't care about the result of the semi-final draw, because besides her, the remaining three contestants were all in the Divine Dance Realm, and she was considered lucky to be drawn by anyone, but the relatives and friends of the other three families were all gearing up. I hope that all my family will adopt her as a "soft persimmon".

"Our stepson is lucky!" The Northern Wei people were silent, but the Liao people were happy. Except for Murong Feilan, everyone congratulated Murong Feixing with joy, "The worst step son can win another round It's the turn!"

If the Northern Wei stepson and the northern giant were drawn, Murong Feixing would probably have to retire in his current state.

"You shouldn't have lost to him before," Li Ji stood outside the crowd, looking at Zhao Guang who was standing beside him.

In the previous quarter-finals, Zhao Guang lost to Murong Feixing after three strokes and stopped in the quarter-finals.

"Why shouldn't you lose?" Zhao Guang looked up at him and said with a smile, "Mr. Feng Hua is a practitioner of the Divine Dance Realm."

In a formal battle, he wouldn't be able to beat Murong Feixing with three of them.

"Usually you can't beat him, but this is a wrestling fight," Li Ji said, "With your current state, it's not like you can't beat him."

When Zhao Guang was in a state of madness before, he had overcome several divine dance realms.

"But I don't want to win in this way anymore," Zhao Guang looked at the bustling wrestling ground, and said with a faint smile, "I like the old me better."

If he continues to fight like that, he will no longer be himself.

All his efforts from childhood to adulthood will be in vain.

"You can't waste the second brother pulling me back." Looking at the sand on Li Ji's body, a trace of guilt flashed in Zhao Guang's eyes, "Anyway, I can't get to the top of the list, so there is no need to win again."

Being able to restrain his fighting spirit proved that Zhao Guang had indeed returned to normal.

"Well, but..." Li Ji nodded, looked at Murong Feixing who was limping not far away, with a delicate expression, "But since you have no fighting spirit, why did you break his legs?"

Although Murong Feixing won, his arms and legs were injured. Although it was not as serious as a broken bone, he should not be able to move freely for a short time.

They were all left when they fell against Zhao Guang.

Although it was not intentional, it was also due to Zhao Guangtai's hard work.

"This..." Zhao Guang froze, looking at Ying Baoyue in the crowd, "I... don't want to make some contribution in the end."

Li Ji sent him to the quarterfinals. He couldn't repay Li Ji with victory, but at least he could give Ying Baoyue a little help.

"I didn't expect that she really won Murong Feixing," Zhao Guang said with a smile, "I don't know who will win, but at least second brother, you can save some medicine at night."

Ying Baoyue should be less injured.

"When did I give her the medicine?" Li Ji said lightly, with dark eyes, "Have you lost your memory?"

"Okay, okay, no," Zhao Guang chuckled, and before completely angering someone, he pointed forward, "Look, Her Royal Highness is here!"

The bell rang for the start of the semi-finals, and the discussions on the sidelines fell silent for a moment.

Ying Baoyue stepped onto the wrestling ring and entered the red circle.

"Facing the Divine Dance Realm, this woman doesn't admit defeat?" There were whispers from the audience, "Does she think that Murong stepson is injured, so she has a chance?"

Murong Feixing at the side of the stage frowned watching this scene. He was about to stride towards the wrestling ring under the praise of the people around him, but one hand pressed his shoulder from behind.

"Big...Second brother?" Murong Feixing turned his head and looked at Murong Feilan who was holding him down, "What's wrong?"

"Fei Xing, admit defeat." Murong Feilan glanced at his legs and said lightly, his tone as flat as eating and drinking.

The Hou Liao people around were stunned, and Murong Feixing was also stunned, and the next moment his face turned red with anger.

"Second brother, what are you talking about? Our Hou Liao man can mount a horse even with a broken leg, and you actually let me admit defeat?"

He admitted that he couldn't swim with her in the water battle, but in this one-on-one battle, his elder brother actually asked him to admit defeat?
He is a majestic dancer!

Ying Baoyue looked suspiciously when she heard the brothers arguing on the sidelines.

Murong Feilan glanced at her, then covered the mouth of his yelling younger brother with his hand.

"Well, it is true that you can mount a horse with a broken leg," Murong Feilan stared at his brother who was struggling desperately, "but are you sure that you can get in the top eight in tomorrow's riding and shooting with a broken leg?"

Murong Feixing was taken aback.

He's not that cocky either.

"But my leg is not broken, second brother, are you cursing me?"

"Not now, but if you play, it will be broken," Murong Feilan said lightly, "It's okay for her to break your leg."

"You can play if you really want to," Murong Feilan let go of his hand looking at his younger brother who was blushing, "but remember to admit defeat in time before your leg breaks."

(End of this chapter)