Big Moon Ballad

Chapter 1133 Short Gun
Tick-tock-tick, the blood flowed down the cracks in the stone, and was stopped by the formation on the stone platform.

Under the stone platform, Yaque was silent.

The people in the audience were dumbfounded, with shock, disbelief, doubts on their faces, and more at a loss.

Including the examiners on the high platform in the distance, the arrogance hidden in the solemn face also froze, and even some young examiners showed a look of bewilderment just like ordinary people.

Ying Baoyue looked around this scene with a complicated expression.

Speaking of which, it's been 16 years.

16 years ago, when she was ten years old in her previous life, she and Yingsu guarded the Afang Palace together, and her master and Emperor Taizu went out together to fight the last large-scale war with Xirong, completely knocking the Xirong people out of the Great Wall of Eternal Night for hundreds of miles Beyond that, retreat straight to the back of Langjuxu Mountain.

That battle wiped out most of the high-level practitioners in Xirong, except for Yun Zhongjun who suddenly appeared. The Xirong practitioners were beaten by her master and their talents were withered. The practice community asserted that at least 20 years would not be enough Come on.

That battle also established Daqin's absolute dominance in the practice world. The practice hierarchy system established by Emperor Taizu represented by her master became the orthodoxy of practice methods. The standard is to be proud of becoming a god dancer, and to be a heavenly rank as the ultimate goal.

After the other princes and kings surrendered, in order to promote the development of talents in the practice circles of the six countries, her master and Emperor Taizu adjusted the ceremony system and distributed the letters of Taizu to all parts of the country. The south supported an academy like Jixia Academy, established a southern practice center, and promoted the balance between the north and the south.

Originally, during the war, the most elite practitioners in the continent gathered near the Great Wall of Eternal Night at that time, but after the rise of Jixia Academy, the southern practice circle began to rise. The increase in the population has a faint tendency to cover the south over the north.

But in any case, whether it is the south or the north, whether it is the unified Qin Dynasty or the scattered six kingdoms, the north of the Eternal Night Great Wall holds the Taizu Handbook, holds the core of cultivation methods, and possesses a large number of high-level cultivation methods. Those who have seven of the eight beast gods and seven of the eight gods are sons of the gods. They are the absolute kingdom of heaven and the unsurpassed number one force in the practice world.

Although the national power has declined after the collapse of the Great Qin Dynasty, and the two beast gods and two sons of gods disappeared, in the eyes of the people of the Six Kingdoms, in the world of practice, no one can challenge the status of the Six Kingdoms in the Great Wall.

Xirong's cavalry is indeed formidable, but when it comes to practice, the Xirong people who can only practice heresy ways without Emperor Taizu's practice rules are absolutely impossible to be opponents of the Central Plains practitioners.

If Xirong cultivators were really that powerful, how could they have been almost chased and killed by Da Siming back then?

In the eyes of many practitioners in the interior, although they have never seen Xirong practitioners, they subconsciously think that Xirong practitioners are weaker than Central Plains practitioners at the same level.

Even the assassinations carried out by the practitioners of the Western Army in the past few years have only encouraged these concepts of the practitioners of the Central Plains.

After all, in the eyes of everyone, if it weren't for the fact that they couldn't fight head-on, how could the Xirong people only engage in assassination all day long.

Besides, there is no rank system in Xirong. Many practitioners are still growing barbarously, just imitating the Central Plains, and calling the practitioners who are similar to the real energy breath to be ranked sixth and seventh. The Central Plains practitioners are disgusted with their behavior. sniffy.

Painting a tiger is not like a dog.

In the eyes of the people of the Central Plains, the Xirong cultivators whose inheritance has been cut off are called wolves but dogs just like their crazy beast god white dog.

Although the Xirong people were indeed terrible in wrestling, cavalry and shooting, in the eyes of the Central Plains people, they were just good at these.

Originally, wrestling, riding and archery were things that orthodox practitioners in the Central Plains looked down upon.

Wearing a long sword and competing gracefully one-on-one with sword skills is the real way to measure the value of a practitioner.

When it comes to real sword battles, in the eyes of the practitioners and common people in the Central Plains, even if the Xirong practitioners are at the fifth level, they might not be as powerful as the Central Plains practitioners at the sixth level.

It should be so.

it should be so...

But...why not?
The audience was still very quiet, and even the presiding examiner on the stage was stunned for a long time before reacting, watching the Central Plains practitioner lying on the ground in a pool of blood wave in horror.

"Quick, call the doctor!"

Immediately, a medical officer came to the stage to carry the practitioner away, and the examiner looked at the Xirong practitioner with an unkind expression, "You..."

"Don't worry, people can't die," the young man from Xirong grinned, "Who told this idiot to dare not sign a life-and-death certificate with me before going on stage?"

The people in the audience gasped one after another. If this Southern Chu cultivator signed the contract, wouldn't he have turned into a cold corpse now?

The examiner's face was extremely ugly.

"Hey," the young Xirong boy played with the scimitar in his hand, and yelled at the examiner with a smile, "Old man, have I won?"

The examiner was so angry that his face turned pale, but the medical officer in the audience had already gestured to him, indicating that the life of the practitioner who was carried down was safe, but the meridians all over his body were interrupted.

The incense on the side of the stage was only lit at the beginning, and the result of this match was already very clear.

"Boom!"

The bell rang for the end of the first battle, but there was no applause from the audience, only the people of Xirong let out rough laughter.

The examiner on the stage couldn't hide his anger, but he had no choice but to announce the result of the battle.

"In the first match, Xirong Li Rimai wins!"

The Xirong cultivator who won jumped off the battle stage before the examiner finished reading his name. The Xirong people's weird name, the Central Plains practitioner also couldn't understand, but the only thing they could understand was that this Xirong person had no surname.

Not having a surname proves that this Xirong cultivator is not even an aristocrat, at most he is a freed slave due to military exploits.

This incident once again caused an uproar in the audience.

"Such a Xirong man defeated the disciples of Jixia Xuegong Huoyuan?"

"Although I was only promoted to the fifth rank yesterday, this is at least the fifth rank..."

"I heard that Ye Siyuan had the hope of becoming a big brother if he retired, but he was actually defeated by a sixth-rank Xirong slave?"

Many of the practitioners in the audience knew the Southern Chu practitioner who was carried down just now, but the more they knew the identities of the two who had just fought against each other, the more humiliated they felt.

"It's too embarrassing." Chen Zichu said in a low voice.

The Central Plains cultivator who had always relied on his orthodoxy was defeated by an unknown practitioner from Xirong, and was killed across the border.

This is simply putting the faces of practitioners from the Central Plains on the ground and stepping on them.

It was the first time that Chen Zichu saw the cross-border killing in a situation other than Ying Baoyue's battle. He always felt like a dream and couldn't believe it.

Ji Jiashu and the others also had serious expressions.

"Okay, maybe there is something special about that Xirong cultivator, and he will be able to win it back in the next game!"

The surrounding atmosphere was a little depressed for a while, Zhao Guang reluctantly smiled to comfort everyone.

Is it really so?

For some reason, Ying Baoyue always felt that it was not that simple. At this moment, she suddenly realized that someone was watching her.

Ying Baoyue looked quietly under the big tree where the Xirong people gathered, and met a pair of green pupils.

Sure enough it was him.

Ying Baoyue's fingers under the sleeves quietly tightened, and the next moment her eyes slowly moved down, and she saw Helianyan's hand slightly startled.

She suddenly discovered that He Lianyan was holding a short spear in addition to his sword today.

(End of this chapter)