Big Moon Ballad

Chapter 1174
"The victory of the Saintess of the Northern Wei Dynasty just now was really beautiful! The Fourteen Swords of Beihan are really powerful!"

"Northern Wei's stepson is unstoppable! Xi Rong was defeated so easily!"

"Does the swordsmanship of the Northern Wei Dynasty have a restraining effect on the Xirong people? It seems that the resistance to Xirong still depends on the Xirong people!"

"The practitioners in the south are still useless. No wonder the king of the Northern Wei Dynasty wants to use the people from the Beihan Pavilion."

Because of the victories of the Northern Wei practitioners in the previous games, the common people are talking about it. The Northern Wei practitioners have become the last practitioners from other countries after the Xirong people. At this moment, the list of the new round of lottery came out. .

"Qianqin, Ying Baoyue!"

Hearing this name, the originally arguing people under the high platform suddenly became quiet, and after a moment of silence, a huge noise broke out.

"The former Qin princess?"

"Who is her opponent?"

"If we lose this match, then the former Princess Qin will stop at the round of 64."

"It would be great if we met the saint, but unfortunately the saint has already been fought, and she will never stay the next day when she meets the saint."

The teenagers under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree frowned when they heard this, but as the people around them said, the opponent they meet in this round is more and more important. If they meet a difficult opponent, even if it is as strong as Tuoba Xun I can leave with regret.

"Who is the opponent? The Xirong people?"

"It would be nice if we could meet someone from Houliao, Mr. Fenghua hasn't drawn one yet!"

Although there are not many practitioners left, there are still many divine dancers among them, and there are many well-known practitioners. Ji Jiashu stared at the examiner's hand drawing lots with a stern expression, but at this moment, the examiner pulled out Got a second ticket.

"No. 12, former Qin Ying Baoyue vs..."

"Northern Wei Dynasty, Helan Chengwen!"

……

……

He Lan Chengwen?

Who is it?

The teenagers of the osmanthus tree looked up blankly and looked at each other.

This is a strange name, but this surname is not too strange.

"He Lan?" Chen Zichu looked confused, "Are you sure it's not He Lancheng? The examiner won't mispronounce the name, right?"

No matter how you put it, this is impossible...Zhao Guang was speechless, there was no one left in He Lan's family, after all...wait a minute!
"Helan Chengwen... Helan Chengwen..." The name rolled in Zhao Guang's mouth, and his eyes suddenly widened.

Li Ji glanced at him sideways, "You know him?"

"Not really..." Cold sweat rolled down his forehead suddenly, Zhao Guang looked at Ying Baoyue with an ugly smile, "I heard this name when I was strolling on the Great Wall of Eternal Night before."

"What's wrong with this person?" Li Ji frowned, and at this moment, the team in Beihan Pavilion burst into loud cheers.

"Senior Brother He Lan!"

"We must avenge Senior Brother Tuoba!"

"That Helan Chengwen is also a disciple of Beihan Pavilion?" Chen Zichu frowned and looked, "Why is this Beihan Pavilion haunted?"

Others were also somewhat disappointed.

"I actually met an orthodox Beihan Pavilion disciple, and I hope that this former Qin princess will fight a few more Xirong people!"

"If you fight a Beihan Pavilion disciple, you will probably be defeated by someone with a single sword strike. This battle must be meaningless."

Ji Jiashu frowned.

"Is this Helan Chengwen a child of the Helan family? Why didn't he become famous before?"

He had only heard of He Lancheng in Beihan Pavilion, but he had never heard of this He Lan Chengwen. Ji Jiashu carefully reviewed the previous rounds and found that this He Lan Chengwen's battle was almost unimpressive. Beihan Pavilion deliberately concealed his strength or something, he met all practitioners who were lower than himself, and all of them used one move to control the enemy.

"If I'm not mistaken, this Helan Chengwen... should be the adopted son of the Helan family." Zhao Guang said hesitantly, "It's that kind of adopted son, you know."

The teenagers under the tree were taken aback for a moment, they really understood.

It is true that He Lancheng is the only practitioner in the Helan family who has the talent for practice, but every big family has the custom of adopting sons. These adopted sons have no blood relationship with that surname, and most of them are practitioners who were born in common people's families , If they can’t support themselves, put them at the door of the big family.

These children will be raised by the aristocratic family. If they are indeed talented when they grow up, they will be adopted as adopted children. If they are not talented, they will be thrown into the shantang or the farm to fend for themselves.

The probability of a practitioner being born in an ordinary family is extremely low, and even if it is picked up by a wealthy family, those who can grow up as adopted children are even rarer.

And once he can grow up and be crowned with the family's surname, it proves that this adopted son is very unusual.

Behind every adopted son who grows up, there are often hundreds of young children who have been eliminated.

These adopted sons who grow up will become the best knife in that family.

"I didn't expect your father to let Chengwen come out for a walk," Tuoba Xun said lightly, feeling the breath of He Lancheng beside him under the tree where the Northern Wei people were.

The Helan family had already fallen, and the patriarch of the Helan family sent He Lancheng to Beihan Pavilion, while He Lan Chengwen had always been trained as the great elder who protected the clan and hid in the Helan family.

"It's all because I didn't live up to it," He Lancheng said flatly, "Father sent Cheng Wen over two months ago in order to apologize to the master."

It is very simple to distinguish adopted sons in the Helan family. Those with a one-character name are parents and children, while those with two-character names are adopted sons.

The Chengzi generation once had eleven children, and the only one left who passed the test was He Lanchengwen.

For this non-brother, He Lancheng has always had very complicated feelings.

"Chengwen has also practiced the sword technique of Beihan Pavilion since he was a child, and he was originally an outer disciple," He Lancheng said indifferently. He Lan Chengwen's cultivation talent far exceeds him, and he even got the opportunity to touch the secret sword of Beihan Pavilion earlier. .

In Beihan Pavilion, only those who have practiced swordsmanship to a certain level can touch the secret swords headed by Beihan Fourteen Swords.

Of course, Xu Bingqing is one of the exceptions, all the sword skills in Beihan Pavilion are open to her.

"Beihan Pavilion disciples," the other teenagers around looked ugly, but Ying Baoyue's expression didn't change, "We always have to match up."

Anyone with a discerning eye knew that something was wrong with He Lancheng, but she didn't care.

Ji Jiashu looked at her with a wry smile, and before he could say anything, Ying Baoyue shook hands with the surrounding teenagers, "I'm going."

The surrounding people watched Ying Baoyue ascend the stone platform indifferently, a little disappointed, and many of them had ridicule in their eyes.

"This former princess of Qin still really doesn't know the heights of heaven and earth."

"Maybe it's her last battle."

Ying Baoyue turned a deaf ear to the surprises of the people around her, and just quietly stared at the young man standing in front of her.

This is a thin young man who looks only seventeen or eighteen years old. He is wearing a washed white cloth robe. Unlike when she first met He Lancheng, this practitioner of the He Lan family looks quite low-key .

"Hello," but the thin young man raised his head and looked at Ying Baoyue, "Are you the former Qin princess?"

"I am." Ying Baoyue nodded.

"Excuse me, can you sign the life and death certificate with me?" He Lanchengwen asked lightly.

"I was ordered to kill you."

(End of this chapter)