Big Moon Ballad

Chapter 1180 Immortals
As dusk fell, on the cold mountain, the battle for the top 32 was coming to an end.

It was almost time for dinner, and there were small vendors who had prepared in advance pushing small carts to sell snacks among the crowd. Although the people and practitioners in the audience were hungry, none of them had any appetite.

The smell of blood is really too strong.

The battle between Ying Baoyue and He Lanchengwen seemed to be a starting point, opening the prelude to the brutal fight between practitioners.

Today is the first day of the selection battle, and the battle will not end until the top sixteen. Many practitioners originally wanted to preserve their strength and prepare for the next top sixteen battle, but seeing Ying Baoyue and He Lan After the written battle, many practitioners finally realized the cruelty of this middle-level ceremony, and had no intention of preserving their strength.

"The strength of the winners of this elementary ceremony is also real..."

"I heard that the Wind Sorcerer from Southern Chu accepted the guidance of the female leader. Is the Wind Sorcerer so scary?"

"It's a dark horse, how many are there today?"

The fight of blood and fire is thrilling.

The teenagers were all bloody, but the people in the audience could only watch the battles in horror.

Jixia Academy, Beihan Pavilion, Hanshan Academy, Hermit Family, Xirong Cavalry.

Waves of the most outstanding young people on the Shanhai Continent, in order to compete for the few spots, put all their efforts into it, which also made this mid-level ceremony more complicated and cruel.

"It's only the top 32... What will happen tomorrow!"

"The second day of the last intermediate ceremony was not as tragic as today."

"There are so many young and strong men, it makes me feel like I'm back 20 years ago, when the eldest son of the Ji family, Mr. Xu, and the others were fighting for hegemony..."

Amidst the murmurs of the people, the fourth round finally came to the last two games.

No.30 A match ended, and there seemed to be a rain of blood on the stage.

Chen Zihan raised his head from the rain of blood, exhaled slowly, and picked up the epee that fell from the ground.

"Zihan, thank you for your hard work." Chen Zichu looked at his younger brother who walked off the stage covered in blood, "Congratulations on entering the top 32."

Envy is nothing but envy, he still trembled in fright when he saw his younger brother like this, he really couldn't be so cruel to himself.

Do you want to fight like this?
Ying Baoyue stepped forward to help Chen Zihan bandage the wound, "The last move just now was too risky."

No, are you qualified to say him?

Chen Zichu slandered from behind, and he didn't know who provoked these boys.

Chen Zihan wiped the blood from his chin, looked at Ying Baoyue, and smiled naively on his usually stern face, "It's okay, I want to win."

Although he was a bit wishful thinking, he wanted to win, to win the prize of the Mountain Ghost National Master, and to become a wind magician as powerful as that observer.

Chen Zichu knew what Chen Zihan was thinking when he saw Chen Zihan's longing eyes. Since the end of the primary ceremony, the mountain ghost god who could fight Ji Da Guoshi from a distance has become the object of Chen Zihan's worship.

"In short, everyone can enter the next round now," Ji Jiashu walked to Chen Zihan's side, and countless eyes were already cast on the sweet-scented osmanthus tree.

Because this tree is like a miracle. The five people who entered the top 64 before, Ying Baoyue, Xu Yishan, Li Ji, him, and Chen Zihan, have already entered the top 32 at this time, and will be in the next round of the top [-]. Compete for today's final spot.

But other practitioners under the tree did not have such a record. The top 32 battle can be said to be the most intense round today, and many famous practitioners have also fallen.

There is a country that has shaved its head by this round, and that is Zhongtang.

No practitioners from Zhongtang entered the top 32.

Ji Jiashu took a look at Ying Baoyue and sighed in his heart, if there was no Ying Baoyue, there would be two countries that shaved their heads this round.

In the former Qin Dynasty, Ying Baoyue was the only one left.

But it is worth mentioning that among the remaining 32 people, there are ten Xirong practitioners.

"To be honest, I won this round because of good luck." The bell for the final round of the fourth round had already sounded. Looking at He Lianyan who was steadily ascending the platform, Chen Zihan's lips turned pale due to excessive blood loss. .

In the second round of No.30, He Lianyan played against a practitioner of Soochow Wu.

He Lianyan hadn't been drawn for a long time before, and when there were only four people left and one of them had been drawn, Chen Zihan and the other person's expressions changed.

Everyone knows that whoever is drawn in 31 games does not have to face He Lianyan.

There is a possibility of winning.

In today's battle, among the northern practitioners, only He Lianyan and his stepson Meng Shi from the Northern Wei Dynasty left a deep impression on others.

Both of them are in an unstoppable state. Facing He Lianyan, basically, practitioners only have one cognition, that is, they will definitely lose.

It is obviously shameful to admit defeat to Xi Rong, but the strength He Lianyan has shown really makes people have to admit it.

His battles made it impossible to catch a single flaw.

No matter how many scenes they watch, practitioners can only keep confirming a terrible fact in their hearts.

That is, you can't win.

Chen Zihan silently rejoiced that he was finally drawn in 31 games and avoided this devil.

There is no need to draw lots in the final round, only the last two practitioners are left.

At this time, the Soochow cultivator who climbed onto the high platform with He Lianyan was already fighting with each other and almost wanted to escape.

"Shaking like this, why don't you admit defeat?" Helianyan smiled.

In the Cloud Forest before, the woman who faced him at an absolute disadvantage had never trembled at all. This kind of battle was only interesting in his eyes.

The battle at this time was very boring.

"I'm from Soochow, I can't admit defeat..." the Soochow cultivator trembled.

Although he was afraid, as the host, Soochow couldn't admit defeat. If he did, he would become Soochow's sinner tonight.

"Really?" He Lianyan smiled boredly, and drew his sword out of its sheath with his backhand, "Then come on."

Blood splattered, and the final battle began.

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When Hanshan was full of voices, a middle-aged man sitting on a bluestone in a daze swallowed a sip of wine just tens of miles away from Hanshan.

"Is it almost there? I don't know if the middle-level ceremony is over."

The man was wearing a white-washed Tsing Yi Taoist robe, and he was carrying a bamboo basket on his back, in which were two slender things. He held a wine gourd in one hand, and reached out to touch it with the other hand.

"I have to hurry, or I won't be able to enter the city."

He jumped up from the bluestone and prepared to continue his journey against the moonlight.

But just as he was walking along the farm path, two or three children squatting on the side of the road attracted his attention.

There seemed to be a person lying in front of the children, and someone among the children was poking the person on the ground curiously.

"Who is this?"

"This uncle has been lying here for three days. He is still angry without eating or drinking. Is he a fairy?"

　I'm going to laugh

　　
　
(End of this chapter)