Big Moon Ballad

Chapter 1134 He Comes
What do the Xirong people want to do?
No one knows, only that if the loss continues like this, the morale of the people in the Central Plains will be ruined.

The examiner didn't know if he was trying to hide something, so he speeded up the call.

One game after another, six games in a row, of which there were only three games where people from Xirong played, but the faces of everyone in the audience became more and more ugly. The first two games were battles between practitioners from the same realm. Lost, only the last game, a level [-] practitioner who gave up his bye won a game.

Although they only won one game, everyone in the audience applauded as if they had been beaten with chicken blood.

"The son of the Zheng family in Xingyang has backbone." Ji Jiashu glanced at the tall and tall practitioner, and exhaled slowly.

It seemed that the situation was not right before. Among the dozen or so practitioners who had their byes, several of them offered to give up their byes and go up to the stage to fight against the Xirong people.

Ji Jiashu originally wanted to do this too, but was stopped by the people sent by Dongfang Yi. Ying Baoyue could understand Dongfang Yi's approach, because Ji Jiashu was the pride of southern practitioners, and Ji Jiashu was needed to stop the Xirong people in the first round In terms of arrogance, the Central Plains practitioners still lose in terms of mentality.

In the end, a cultivator from the Boling Zheng family, the top family in Southern Chu, was six years older than Ji Jiashu, and had advanced to the fifth level for three years. This kind of person was originally qualified to enter the top sixteen. Although the six practitioners won, but the rank five won the rank six, which is not something to be praised in the past, but at this time, the people in the audience seemed to see a ray of hope, and they all cheered enthusiastically. Come on.

"that's too bad."

Although the surrounding atmosphere was enthusiastic, the more enthusiastic it was, the more unhappy Ji Jiashu, Zhao Guang, Chen Zichu and others looked.

The more you advocate this kind of victory, the more you highlight the guilty conscience of today's practitioners in the Central Plains.

The Xirong people just passed the first round, and they destroyed the pride that the Central Plains practitioners had cultivated over the past ten years.

Ji Jiashu had already heard practitioners around him praying in low voices that he would not meet Xirong practitioners in the first round.

"Won!"

"Win this group of savages all the way!"

The game continued, and there were winners and losers in the next battle. Although the Central Plains practitioners lost more than they won when they met Xirong, they were not completely defeated. Pick up little by little.

"Hey, they are all slaves anyway, so lose if you lose."

"Do you feel that the nobles on the Xirong side are all lords who sit still? Maybe the slaves on the Xirong side will fight!"

"Hahahaha!"

The people and practitioners gradually found other places to laugh, and this emotion reached its peak after hearing the names of the participants reported for the next round.

The examiner draws out a paper lottery from the lottery box.

"Next match, Nanchu Lu Xuanling!"

It turned out to be this person!

There was an exclamation from the practitioners under the stage.

"What? Lu Xuanling doesn't have a bye?"

"The eldest son of the Lu family is going to play in the first round?"

"Who is Lu Xuanling?" Ying Baoyue asked Ji Jiashu with some doubts when she heard the exclamations of the people around her.

These practitioners are too young, not of the same age as her.

Ji Jiashu was a little surprised that she didn't know this person, but she still patiently explained, "He's from the Fanyang Lu family."

Fan Yang Lu's family?

Ying Baoyue understood immediately.

One emperor and one courtier, with Emperor Taizu conquering Southern Chu as the boundary, Southern Chu was also divided into old family and new family, such as Chen Zichu's family, whose father followed Emperor Taizu to conquer the world and was named Da Sima It belongs to the new family that has kept up with the new dynasty, but there are still many old families who were not optimistic about Emperor Ying and chose to resign and go back to seclusion.

These old families have often existed for hundreds of years. Even if they resigned from office, they still have a strong family background and a large number of talents. They can be regarded as hermit families.But after the death of Emperor Taizu, these hermit families also came out again.

Both the Lu family in Fanyang and the Zheng family in Xingyang belong to such aristocratic families, and the Lu family in Fanyang has a deeper foundation than the Zheng family in Xingyang. When she went to Southern Chu more than ten years ago, her master told her that these grasses are like Although his family has lost power now, it should not be underestimated.

Looking at the reactions of the people around him, Ying Baoyue understood that it was indeed not to be underestimated.

Even Ji Jiashu's expression relaxed a little, "Since Brother Lu is playing, then no matter who you meet in this match, you can feel at ease."

Nominally, Lu Xuanling was ranked fifth, but Ji Jiashu had heard his father mention it. It was because Fan Yang's Lu family had always kept a low profile as a hermit family, and he didn't want the eldest son to show off his status by being too prominent. Lu Xuanling was actually ranked fourth.

Probably because of this reason, Lu Xuanling did not choose the first round bye.

Ying Baoyue believed in Ji Jiashu's gaze. She raised her head and watched a young man in his early twenties walk up to the high platform. Feel.

"Finally, I can rest assured," Chen Zichu said with a smile, but at this moment, he suddenly saw that Ying Baoyue beside him was stunned.

The sound of the examiner drawing out the second lottery came from the stage.

Sharp-eyed practitioners stand at different angles and can see the words on the paper.

Looking at the person who walked out of the crowd early, Ying Baoyue took a deep breath, "I'm afraid it won't work."

Ji Jiashu and the others were startled when the examiner's voice came.

"Lu Xuanling of Southern Chu, against Xirong He Lianyan!"

Ji Jiashu and the others were stunned, "Helianyan?"

This name is a bit unfamiliar to most of the people in the audience, but it is different to them.

"Who is this?"

"It seems that the Xirong people who performed well in the cavalry and shooting battles before, seemed to have fought against the saints of the Northern Wei Dynasty when the middle-level ceremony opened? Anyway, they lost in the end."

"If that's the case, then he is definitely not Mr. Lu's opponent!"

Really?
"Xi Rong He Lianyan, hurry up to the stage!"

The examiner's voice came out from the stage, and Ying Baoyue watched as the thin Xirong boy walked up the stone stage with a sword hanging by his waist and a pistol in his hand.

"What are you?" The examiner looked at the short gun in his hand and frowned.

The sword is the leader of all soldiers. In the eyes of practitioners in the Central Plains, weapons such as short spears are unrefined miscellaneous soldiers, and generally do not appear in battles between practitioners.

"It's just a two-handed preparation." He Lianyan smiled and looked at the noble son of Nanchu who had already climbed onto the high platform, "Hey, the practitioners over there, are you willing to sign a life and death certificate with me?"

There was an uproar downstairs.

In the past, every Xirong practitioner would ask such a question before going on stage, but everyone did not expect that this Xirong young man would be so arrogant that he would dare to ask Fan Yang Lu's people like that.

This is a real provocation.

"Just agree to him and let this Xirong man die here!" Chen Zichu said bitterly.

Ying Baoyue thinks it's not that simple.

The audience was full of voices urging Lu Xuanling to agree, but Lu Xuanling was worthy of being the eldest son and grandson of Fan Yang Lu's family. He looked at the Xirong boy standing by the stage, and replied cautiously, "I refuse."

To everyone's surprise, He Lianyan didn't wantonly humiliate his opponent like other Xirong people when he heard the words, but just squinted and smiled.

"Really? That's up to you."

However, the next moment, he took off the long sword at his waist and threw it into Chunyu Ye's arms.

He Lianyan held the short spear tightly with one hand, opened both hands, and faced Lu Xuanling.

"bring it on."

　The title of this chapter should be He's Coming (laughs)

　　Short Spear: Similar in shape to a spear, but different from a long spear, the body of the spear is very short, and the barrel is also short, a bit like the kind of double halberd held in the hand with only the pointed part.

　　
　
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