Big Moon Ballad

Chapter 1137
"Bi Shui Pond?" Upon hearing Ying Baoyue's words, He Lianyan's green pupils were deeper than the green water, "So that water pool has a name?"

Ying Baoyue turned her back to him, "I don't know the name of that pool, where are you going?"

He Lianyan laughed, and turned back to her, "Didn't you drag me to dance there?"

Ying Baoyue didn't speak, but the image of Helianyan turning around and piercing the tip of the gun into Lu Xuanling's chest appeared in front of his eyes.

He reached the pinnacle of perfection at a young age.

A person with such a speed was caught by the lapel of his clothes and rolled into the pool by a rank six, who would believe it?

Of course, she is not an ordinary sixth grader either.

Thinking about it now, the journey in the cloud forest was really a journey of dancing with wolves.He Lianyan had countless opportunities to kill her. Although she had already noticed that he would not be able to get anything good if he really wanted to do something to her, there were far more hidden things in this person than she imagined.

Ying Baoyue closed her eyes slightly, and a stream appeared in front of her eyes. She was carried on the back, and she walked along the stream step by step.

Step by step, step by step.

When she opened her eyes, that memory had disappeared.

Ying Baoyue turned his back to the masked Xirong boy.

They played a scene together in that misty forest.Now the play is over, but she doesn't know what is real and what is acting for the person behind her.

She once took off his mask in the cloud forest, but Ying Baoyue found that she had never seen the boy's real appearance at all.

Even though she stayed at the Great Wall of Eternal Night for nearly eight years in her previous life and faced countless Xirong soldiers, she had never seen the marksmanship that Helianyan used just now.

Originally, only the soldiers of Daqin could use guns. Guns had never been widely used in Xirong.

Not only in Xirong, but also in Northern Wei, Hou Liao and other northern countries on horseback, there are few practitioners who use spears, and none of them are famous.

"Helianyan," Ying Baoyue said softly, turning his back on the young man who was about to walk down the stone steps, "Who the hell are you?"

Helianyan's feet stopped on the stone steps.

Who is he?
He raised his head slightly, Bi Tong slightly closed, and smiled softly with his back to Ying Baoyue, "It depends on who you are."

What does this mean?
Ji Qingyuan, who knew the true identity of Ying Baoyue in the audience, felt cold all over his body. Could it be that this Xirong native knew the true identity of Ying Baoyue?

Knowing that she is actually Lin Baoyue and not Ying Baoyue?

Ying Baoyue didn't even blink her eyes, "What do you mean by that?"

If the people of Xirong really knew, they wouldn't say it publicly.

A stream and a fire piled up in front of Helianyan's eyes.

Beside the fire, a young girl sat on him and lifted his mask.

Helianyan smiled slightly.

"The other day you said that you were a substitute for the former Princess Qin." He turned to look at the girl squatting beside Lu Xuanling, "You are the princess's maid, so I am naturally Helianyan."

Only when you are not the former Qin princess.

Ying Baoyue seemed to hear the words he didn't say.

She turned her head slightly, and met those green eyes, and the face under the mask of this young man emerged in front of her eyes.

A profound, beautiful, bewitching, and dangerous face.

"You..." Ying Baoyue opened her mouth and was about to say something, but a man's hoarse moan of pain came from below her.

Ying Baoyue lowered her head and found that it was Lu Xuanling who woke up. There was still pain on his face, and he opened his eyes full of confusion.

"Are you awake? How are you feeling?"

Seeing Lu Xuanling waking up and taking her attention away, a trace of disgust flashed in Helianyan's eyes, he put down that foot, and walked down the stone steps.He walked down the stone steps step by step, and when he saw the man standing beside the stone steps, Helianyan's green pupils flickered slightly.

"Holding the moon! Brother Lu!" Ji Jia Shufeng brushed past He Lianyan and ran onto the stage, together with Ying Baoyue, they helped Lu Xuanling onto the stretcher, and He Lianyan walked up to another man standing quietly at the end of the stone steps.

Two masked faces face each other.

"Aren't you going to help her? Lord Zhaohua." He Lianyan looked at Li Ji with a half-smile.

"She has help." Li Ji said lightly, "You are more dangerous."

"I didn't do anything," Helianyan said with blood on his fingers, but he raised his hands with a smile, "It's the first time I didn't kill anyone in a battle of the same realm. I just didn't expect the people from the Central Plains to wait and see." Tier [-] is actually so weak."

"Of course, except you." He Lianyan stared at the dark eyes of the man in front of him, and the smile disappeared from the corner of his mouth.

Li Ji was the only practitioner of the same realm that he could not defeat.

No matter when he was waiting for the fifth rank or when he was waiting for the fourth rank.

Hearing that He Lianyan said that Lu Xuanling was weak, the Central Plains practitioners in the audience all showed indignation, but when this anger touched He Lianyan's green eyes that seemed to be frozen in ice, everyone shrank again a bit.

The strength this young man just showed is really terrifying.

The horror surpasses pure disgust and becomes absolute deterrence.

Chen Zichu, Zhao Guang and the others clearly sensed the change in the atmosphere around them, and secretly screamed.

Losing is not losing, but He Lianyan's appearance almost wiped out the morale of the practitioners of the six countries. If the Xirong people planted the seeds of terror into the hearts of the young practitioners of the six countries, then in the future, they will really meet When it comes to war, I am afraid that some people will flee before the start of the battle.

Zhao Guang looked at the pair of green pupils in the distance, touched his own eyes, and suddenly felt a thrill all over his body.

Could this be the purpose of the Xirong people?

Zhao Guang's guess was affirmed when he heard about the next candidate to take the stage.

"Lu Xuanling of Southern Chu vs. Xirong He Lianyan, He Lianyan wins!"

Lu Xuanling was carried off the stage on a stretcher. The examiner wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and announced the result. The competition continued and the examiner continued to draw lots.

Everyone cheered up and looked forward to the next contestant, but they didn't expect that the examiner on the stage would suddenly petrify after drawing a lottery.

"Who? Read it quickly!"

Everyone urged, the sweaty examiner read word by word.

"Next game, Xirong Chunyu Ye!"

Chunyu Ye?
The eyes of Chen Zichu and others in the audience went dark, and they felt that the night seemed to cover the entire cold mountain.

After He Lianyan's skills shocked everyone, unexpectedly this mysterious King Xirong Zhai will continue to play?

Compared with He Lianyan, Chunyuye's performance in the first few rounds was not outstanding, but no matter how inconspicuous he was, as long as he was called Chunyuye for a day, no one would dare to underestimate him.

There are too many notorieties surrounding the name Chunyu Ye.

"The next one to play is Ghost Huajun?"

"I heard that he killed his elder brother at the age of 12? How terrible would such a person be in a battle?"

"No one has ever seen him do it, I don't know what tricks he will..."

"I don't know who is so unlucky that they will meet the ghost Huajun."

Everyone stared wide-eyed, staring at the examiner to draw the second lottery.

A gust of wind suddenly blew up on the stone platform, and Ying Baoyue, who was standing beside Lu Xuanling's stretcher, suddenly seemed to have sensed something, and turned her head abruptly.

And at this moment, Li Ji who was standing in front of He Lianyan under the stone steps suddenly raised his head.

A gust of more intense wind blew across the high platform, and Dongfang Yi, who was outside the pavilion in the distance, narrowed his eyes.

The examiner drew out the second lottery, and after slowly opening it, he froze for a moment.

"Read it, who is it?"

The eyes of the people almost popped out.

The examiner was a little surprised and read out the name on the signature.

"In the next match, Xirong Chunyu will face off at night..."

"Soochow, Li Ji."

(End of this chapter)