Big Moon Ballad

Chapter 1150
That hand stretched out quickly like a ghost, but the next moment... it was empty.

Ying Baoyue took a light step towards the side, turned her back to the person behind her, tipped her toes slightly, without even turning her head, just walked straight to the stairs of the stage class.

It seemed that the person behind her was not worthy of her attention.

The person behind her was lying on the ground, holding his empty hand stiffly, clenched into a fist, his face turned purple, "I tell you to stop!"

Ying Baoyue was indifferent, she had already reached the stairs, and calmly raised her feet to go downstairs.

Duanmuhan was lying on the cold stone floor, with his neck stiffly held high, his mouth spurted out a mouthful of blood, and fighting the severe pain in his chest, he grabbed the giant sword on the ground and threw it at Ying Baoyue's back!

This time Ying Baoyue didn't even hide.

Just when the giant sword was about to hit her, it seemed to hit an invisible wall and landed on the ground with a bang.

Only then did Ying Baoyue raise her head and look at Duanmuhan who was lying on the ground, spitting blood from the mouth and staring at her with bloodshot eyes.

"What's the matter?" She said quietly, "The competition is over, if you move around again, it won't count as mine if you die."

Hearing this, Duanmuhan felt almost breathless, "You... how dare you..."

How dare you not take him, Duanmu's family seriously?
Duanmuhan felt that his whole head was congested with blood, and his vision was a bit blurred, but just when his mind was confused, an idea came to his mind and became clear in his mind. Xu Bingqing's scream at the stage just now was like the last A life-saving straw that made him ecstatic after grabbing it.

"It is impossible for a rank six to defeat a rank five!"

"You cheated, didn't you!? You must have used the same tricks and tricks as you did in Nanchu, and dared to plot against me, a descendant of the Duanmu family!"

Duanmuhan's voice was so loud that the people under the stone platform were also woken up by him, and began to discuss suspiciously.

"Cheating? But the old man didn't see it just now..."

"Young Master Duanmu said so convincingly that it is really unusual for a sixth rank to defeat a fifth rank so easily."

"The former Princess Qin had so many means when she was in Nanchu, but the sword just now was so simple. It's really not like her."

Hearing the people's discussion in the audience, Duanmuhan's eyes lit up, and suddenly he had the strength to sit up. He sat up, clutching his chest where the blood was flowing, and waved away the medical officer who was about to bandage him, looking at the standing Ying Baoyue on the stairs smiled wildly.

"Hahaha, it must be so, what kind of tricks are you playing, why don't you tell me!"

It is impossible for him to lose in a head-to-head battle!
Ying Baoyue turned her back to him and didn't speak, but Duanmuhan felt more and more happy in his heart.

He revealed the true face of that woman in a single sentence, she must be very angry now, right?

"What kind of strange skill? Sister Yue is Wushuang sword skill, okay? Don't talk nonsense if you don't know how to do it, no wonder you lost so badly..."

However, Duanmuhan didn't expect that a young boy would yell at him from the audience.

Du Siqi's eyes were burning, and his small face was flushed, "Sister Yue's skills and tricks are the ones that have been lost in the practice world for many years..."

"Siqi."

However, Du Siqi did not expect that Ying Baoyue stopped him from speaking.

"Sister Yue, you..."

Du Siqi was stunned, a little disappointed in his heart, but the next moment everyone heard the girl's laughter from the railing.

"It's not that Si Qi said something wrong," Ying Baoyue smiled while leaning on the railing, "It's because I really didn't use any skills in the scene just now."

The wild laugh on Duanmuhan's face stiffened.

Ying Baoyue took back her steps, walked back to Duanmuhan's side, knelt down, and stared at his face carefully.

"Have you seen my battle report in Nanchu?"

Obviously, the unconvinced anger in his heart was going to drown him, but Duanmuhan couldn't meet her eyes for some reason, he gritted his teeth, "Of course I've seen, your strange skills..."

However, at this moment, Ying Baoyue interrupted him.

"The battle reports you've seen were from a month or two ago, right?"

"How do you know that the me at that time is the me now?"

Duanmuhan was stunned for a moment, and the people who were discussing in the audience were also stunned.

Ying Baoyue smiled.

She stood up and looked down at the young man who was slumped on the ground like a ball of mud, "In fact, I have always looked down on a family like yours."

Hearing that she dared to insult his family, Duanmuhan raised his head suddenly, with resentment in his eyes, "How dare you..."

"Why don't you dare?" Ying Baoyue laughed. "You started avoiding disasters more than 20 years ago. Who are you avoiding?"

Duanmuhan froze all over.

Ying Baoyue no longer looked at him.

Avoid disaster, more than 20 years ago.

She said she was avoiding the troubled times, but maybe she was avoiding her master?

It was only after she took the stage that she remembered where she had heard some fragments of the Duanmu family before, and it was in the list of the vast number of practitioners her master had defeated.

After her master became a human god and a national teacher, many aristocratic families felt that they had been slapped in the face, and they sent out their masters to challenge, but they were all defeated, and the prestige of those families plummeted. A challenge, but I can't face it.

The Duanmu family is the sect that looks down on female national teachers the most. Generally, this kind of family should be the head of the family. The old head of the Duanmu family did issue a letter of war to her master, but when the day agreed in the letter of war came, he only came. A nephew in his later life said that the head of the family thought that women were not worthy of fighting with him, and the whole family felt that the world was dark and had already retired to the mountains.

Ying Baoyue was able to remember this incident because Duanmu's family was shamelessly unique.

Some families are really hidden from the world, but like the Duanmu family, they are just speculation.

If there are masters in the rivers and lakes, they will hide. If there are no masters in the world of practice, then they dare to send their descendants to wander around.

Such a family, what useful swordsmanship can be passed down.

Opportunists will be punished.

"Should you seldom go to fight against an opponent that you think you can't win?" Ying Baoyue looked at Duanmuhan who was paralyzed on the ground and said indifferently.

Duanmuhan's pupils shrank slightly.

really.

"Invincible in the same realm," Ying Baoyue smiled, "This is indeed possible."

Only look for opponents that you can win, and this record will certainly be good.

"The reason why I didn't use skills is because I don't need to fight you," Ying Baoyue said flatly, "I don't need them to fight you."

Duanmuhan's face was livid, and he wanted to stand up after struggling, "You..."

"I'm not interested in what the Duanmu family wants to test," Ying Baoyue said lightly.

"I just wanted to tell you one thing."

She stretched out a finger, tapped slowly on Duanmuhan's shoulder, and pushed back, Duanmuhan's huge body was pushed to the ground again by her.

Ying Baoyue got up and looked back at him, then said softly, "Remember."

"There are no tigers in the mountains, and monkeys can't be called kings."

Duanmuhan was cold all over.

It was as if something had collapsed in his heart.

……

……

Ying Baoyue walked down the stairs without looking back, leaving everyone on and off the stage dumb.

The practitioners of the Northern Wei Dynasty were all as stiff as a stone statue.

"This woman... dares to humiliate a cultivator from the Northern Wei family like this..."

A strong man's face turned red, and when he saw Ying Baoyue walking down, he wanted to rush up, but at this moment, a thin hand suddenly pressed his shoulder.

"stop."

The practitioners of the Northern Wei Dynasty turned their heads, only to find that Meng Shi was holding down the strong man with one hand.

"Step-son, I..."

Practitioners in the Northern Wei Dynasty were like a pot of boiling water, but the next moment, a bell rang, interrupting all the noise.

"The next draw begins!"

Ying Baoyue who was walking down the stairs suddenly looked up.

"Playing, the stepson of the Northern Wei Dynasty, Meng Shi!"

　Here she comes, here she comes!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)