Big Moon Ballad

Chapter 1061 For
In the depressing sound of the wind, Ying Baoyue heard the crisp sound of Meng Shi's joints struggling.

The girl who had been standing unyielding in the wrestling ring seemed to be pressed to the ground by a giant palm!

The person who exerted this power was a person that no one could have expected.

The teacher of the Northern Wei Dynasty, Xu Canghai.

Ying Baoyue felt the desolate and cold force she was familiar with, and suddenly raised her head to look at the examiner's platform.

Xu Canghai still sat motionless in his seat, as if everything had nothing to do with him.

Only very few people noticed that the palms under the large sleeves of his toga were bouncing slightly.

The master made a move, and the miss was a thousand miles away. Meng Shi's figure was only slowed down for a short moment, and the situation on the stage suddenly became dangerous.

With a puff, because of his slow movements, Meng Shi never escaped Hu Yan's diagonal attack, and was hit hard in his lower abdomen, and he spit out a mouthful of blood.

Blood immediately stained the sand.

"Ash!"

Outside the wrestling arena, Mo Hua's eyes cracked.

"What's the matter? Meng Jizi is exhausted?"

"Shouldn't it? Why did Meng Shi suddenly slow down?"

Ji Jiashu and the others were astonished.

Ordinary people can't detect the power that is too much beyond their own realm, just like most practitioners can notice that Meng Shi's movements have become slow, but they don't know the reason.

Even if I knew it, I'm afraid I wouldn't believe it.

"Someone used realm to suppress her movements," Ying Baoyue clenched her fists inch by inch.

"What? But who dares to do this?" The surrounding teenagers were even more surprised when they heard the words, "This is under the witness of the two national teachers, who has the courage and ability?"

"Besides, even if Dongfang Guoshi doesn't care about the Northern Wei people, the Guoshi from the Northern Wei Dynasty can sit on it." Chen Zichu waved his hands in doubt, "How is that possible?"

Yes, how is it possible.

"Because the person who suppressed her was none other than Xu Canghai," Ying Baoyue said quietly after regaining his composure.

"So it's Xu Guoshi... what?"

Chen Zichu spoke in astonishment before everyone else, almost biting his tongue, "Meng Shi is a member of the Northern Wei Dynasty after all, so what good will this do for the Northern Wei Dynasty?"

Ji Jiashu couldn't hide his shock, but he no longer doubted Ying Baoyue's words. He quickly looked at Gaotai, "If that's the case, why didn't Dongfang Guoshi stop him?"

If a second-ranked son of God wanted to target only one person, he would be able to deceive most low-level practitioners, but Xu Canghai's actions could not deceive Dongfang Yi, who is also a son of god.

Dongfang Yi, who was originally monitoring the wrestling ring, was turning to look at Xu Canghai at this time. Everyone couldn't see his expression, but it also proved that Dongfang Yi had indeed noticed something.

But in the wrestling ring, Meng Shi had already vomited several mouthfuls of blood, but there was no reprimand from Dongfang Yi on the high platform.

"What's going on? This is obviously a foul!" Zhao Guang, who was standing in the distance, couldn't stand it any longer. "Uncle Dongfang, is this old fool? Why did you let the Northern Wei State Teacher mess around!"

"It's not that I'm old and confused, but that I can't do anything about it," Li Ji said.

Ying Baoyue looked at Meng Shi who was struggling on the wrestling field, and let out a breath slowly. She knew why Dongfang Yi had no choice.

"If Xu Canghai is attacking practitioners other than Meng Shi, the chief examiner has the right to stop him." Looking at the indignant teenagers around him, Ying Baoyue gritted his teeth, "But Meng Shi is a practitioner of the Northern Wei Dynasty. "

Just like no one expected that Xu Canghai would attack his own practitioners, according to the tradition of the practice world, the God Son of a country is the leader of all the practitioners in the country, in charge of all matters related to the practice of the country.

In other words, the practitioners of the Northern Wei Dynasty were all disciples of Xu Canghai in terms of status.

The king wants his ministers to die, his ministers have to die, and his teachers and his disciples have to die.

Xu Canghai disciplined the practitioners of the Northern Wei Dynasty, but Dongfang Yi really had no room to intervene unless it caused harm to practitioners from other countries.

After all, if Xu Canghai wanted to, he could even ban Meng Shi from participating in the middle-level ceremony.

This is the power of the Son of God.

This is the supreme ability that belongs to the eight gods in the practice world.

No one can defy the will of the eight gods.

Meng Shi lay on the sand, watching drops of blood falling on the sand, she slowly closed her eyes.

Just when Huyan rushed towards her again with squealing wailing, Meng Shi opened his eyes and said quietly, "I lost."

Hu Yanxie was excited and aggressive, showing a cruel smile on the corner of his mouth and punching the slender woman, but the next time, an old hand appeared in front of his fist out of thin air.

That palm looked weak, but it made Hu Yanxie unable to move.

This scene was like Ying Baoyue stopping him before, Hu Yanxie was about to resist in a rage, when he suddenly raised his head and saw the person in front of him clearly, the huge body of the strong man suddenly paused.

"So far."

Dongfang Yi, who was still on the examiner's high platform a moment ago, unexpectedly appeared between Meng Shi and Hu Yanxie. Taking a step back, he almost hit the outer railing.

"Since the stepson of the Northern Wei Dynasty has conceded defeat, the outcome has been decided."

The old man who pushed away the strong man said lightly, "Xirong Huyan wins obliquely."

Looking at this unexpected scene, there was a moment of dead silence off the court, and the next moment a huge uproar broke out.

"The northern giants won?"

"Why did Dongfang Guoshi come down suddenly? Did something happen just now?"

"It's a pity for the stepson of the Northern Wei Dynasty. Why did he lose his strength when he hit the back? Sure enough, in terms of wrestling, even the Northern Wei people can't beat the Xirong people..."

No, Ying Baoyue, who knew the truth, must have looked at Meng Shi who was kneeling on the sand and slowly adjusting his breath.

Meng Shi did not lose to Hu Yanxie.

She just lost to the son of God who was three realms higher than her.

"Mo Hua!"

At this time, Ji Jiashu's exclamation came from beside her, and Ying Baoyue raised her head suddenly. Mo Hua, who had been guarding the sidelines of the wrestling ring before, disappeared. Following Ji Jiashu's gaze, she saw Mo Hua rushing straight up. The examiner's platform!

The other cultivators around who saw this scene also exclaimed.

"What does this Northern Wei man want to do?"

The imperial guards guarding the high platform immediately held up their spears to stop them, but Mo Hua was as light as a swallow, dodging a series of people, and rushed to the high platform all the way.

"Come on! Escort!"

Zhao Muren was sitting on the stage, and the Soochow officials on the high stage were so shocked by this scene, they trembled and wanted to protect the Soochow King, but the next moment they found that Mo Hua was not coming for Zhao Muren.

The young man with a sword in his hand charged all the way to the one sitting under Zhao Muren, Xu Canghai.

It was really unnecessary for ordinary people to protect the Northern Wei State Teacher. The guards around him breathed a sigh of relief, and Mo Hua rushed straight to Xu Canghai without any hindrance.

With a bang, the boy drew his sword out of its sheath.

"National teacher," Mo Hua pointed his long sword at Xu Canghai, and with his back to the bleeding girl in the audience, he said every word.

"why?"

　Mo Hua is a real man
　　
　
(End of this chapter)