Big Moon Ballad

Chapter 1193 Selection

"Helianyan!"

Noticing the gaze of the young man in the audience, Xu Yishan frowned, and stepped forward to block Ying Baoyue.

Although he has never dealt with He Lianyan, the eyes of this Xirong boy every time he looks at Ying Baoyue make people feel very uncomfortable, just like a wolf on the grassland staring at its prey, not vicious eyes, but very deep.

"It's okay," Ying Baoyue tugged at Xu Yishan's sleeve, "Brother, let's go."

Ying Baoyue and Xu Yishan walked down the stone platform side by side, and passed by Helianyan Hu Yanxie who was standing under the stage.Xu Yishan intentionally walked on the outside, but the moment he passed by, he still noticed that He Lianyan's eyes passed by him, and only fell on Ying Baoyue.

It was just a short breath, but it made Xu Yishan's heart skip a beat.

What does this Xirong man want to do?What are you planning?
But before Xu Yishan could figure it out, as soon as he and Ying Baoyue walked back under the osmanthus tree, the bells for the start and end of the game rang one after another behind them.

Xirong Hu Yanxie, he conceded defeat at the beginning of the battle.

Although the first two games ended quickly, they were not as good as this one.

Just after the examiner announced the start of the battle, Hu Yanxie immediately knelt down on one knee to Helianyan, stroked his chest with his right hand, and declared his surrender.

"It's over so soon again?"

"At least in the first two matches, we had a bit of discussion, but this one is good, if we don't fight, we will admit defeat!"

"After all, both of them are from Xirong. From this point of view, these Xirong people are quite united. If you don't fight, you will admit defeat. Don't you feel ashamed as a practitioner?"

This is not a question of shamelessness.

Ying Baoyue stared at Hu Yanxie, who was as tall as a person, kneeling on one knee on the stage.

Hu Yanxie was tall and his body was as wide as two Helianyans. She had seen this cultivator nicknamed the Northern Giant go crazy in wrestling battles.

But now this huge northern giant is kneeling in front of Helianyan, but he is as obedient as a little sheep.

Although Hu Yanxie conceded defeat without a fight, the surrender on his face didn't look like it was faked.

The Xirong people worship the strong, and the surrender of the Xirong cavalry is by no means obtained simply by blood or status in the tribe.

"Who is this He Lianyan?" Chen Zichu looked at the boy on the stage who had the same figure as the southerners, "He should be laughed at in Xirong, right?"

If He Lianyan wiped off the heavy ink on his body and put on a toga with long sleeves, he would look like a suave Jiangnan son, provided he didn't look into his eyes.

"You can't just look at your appearance," Ying Baoyue said.

He Lianyan belongs to the type of dressing to look thin and undressing. She recalled seeing He Lianyan's fine body in the forest. Every muscle in him was slender, the lines of his body were extremely smooth, and every muscle was extremely explosive. , if you use an animal as a metaphor...

Like a leopard or a wild wolf.

Ying Baoyue did it from the perspective of scientific analysis, but it was not the case from the ears of the people around him.

Zhao Guang also knew that He Lianyan's body was just like Li Ji's, looking thin but full of strength. He originally squeezed his arm, sighed and wanted to sigh, but when he heard Ying Baoyue's words, he was shocked .

"Don't look at the outside?" He turned his eyes wide open, "Have you seen the inside, Your Highness?"

Open the clothes and see the inside?

Ying Baoyue was taken aback by his question, and Ji Jiashu, who was about to take the stage, suddenly stopped in his tracks.

"Your Highness, what are you thinking about all day long?" Chen Zichu's mouth twitched slightly, and he winked at Zhao Guang desperately.

Usually it's fine, didn't you see that Ji Jiashu is about to play in the next game?

At this time, a big hand stretched out from Zhao Guang's side, and suddenly pressed his head down.

Li Ji controlled Zhao Guang with one hand, and nodded slightly to Ji Jiashu, "I wish Jun Chunhua the victory."

Ying Baoyue walked up to Ji Jiashu, reached out and gave him a fist bump, "Come on!"

Ji Jiashu smiled, fully dressed and walked towards the high platform.

The boy's heart is a little sour, but also a little sweet.

Really, don't mess up his heart.

……

……

In the fourth game of the quarterfinals, the bell of the end came a little earlier than expected.

"Nanchu, Ji Jiashu wins!"

Ji Jiashu, as the seventh number, met the eighth Xirong Huyannu.Hu Yannu is Hu Yanxie's younger brother, his strength is not as good as Huyanxie's, and his realm is not as high as Ji Jiashu's. There is no suspense in Ji Jiashu's victory this time.

But everyone didn't expect Ji Jiashu to win so quickly. Compared with his previous match against Tuoba Xun, he won this match with ease.

The youth is romantic, and the movement of swinging the sword in the wind is freehand and smooth.

"Sigh, it seems that Mr. Tuoba is really a pity."

Everyone watched Ji Jiashu sheathing his sword and walking down the high platform, and couldn't help sighing.

"If he hadn't met Lord Chunhua, Mr. Tuoba would have at least entered the quarterfinals."

"This battle is not only about strength, but luck is also very important."

"I have to say that Chunhua-jun is indeed strong. Apart from Mr. Tuoba, in the Divine Dance Realm, I am afraid that only Guanghua-jun can fight him."

"It's a pity that Mr. Guanghua didn't participate in this middle-level ceremony. The little old man still wants to see the battle between the Spring Thunder Sword and the Bright Sword!"

……

The people in the audience were discussing, Ying Baoyue looked at Ji Jiashu who came back and smiled, "Congratulations for entering the quarterfinals."

"I didn't expect you to win so quickly!" Chen Zichu rushed over with jealous eyes, and slapped Ji Jiashu on the shoulder.

"It's luck this round," Ji Jiashu rubbed Jia's shoulders and looked at Ying Baoyue with a smile, "After all, you are the loser, so how can I not win?"

"My..." Ying Baoyue was taken aback, "You mean the wrestling war."

Huyannu was indeed defeated by her in the wrestling battle.

Ji Jiashu nodded with a smile, and the next moment he looked serious, and looked to the side of the stage, "Who is it next?"

One game after another, without a break.

"No. [-], Soochow, Li Ji."

The examiner's voice came from the stone platform.

Ying Baoyue raised her head and looked at the tall blue figure ahead.

Li Ji's quarter-final battle has begun.

And his opponent is...

"No. [-], Soochow, Hua Nian Peak."

Hua Nian Peak.

"Who is this person?"

Under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree, Chen Zichu looked at the middle-aged man who walked up to the high platform with a delicate expression.

Just by looking at the aura on his body, one can tell that this person is a fourth-rank practitioner, no matter his age or level, he is enough to become an immortal official, but this person is not wearing an official uniform, let alone an immortal official.

Emperor Taizu once issued a decree that once he became an official, he could not participate in the grand ceremony.

"Huanianfeng, a student of Hanshan Academy," Zhao Guang said aside, "he should be the oldest participant this year, and he will be 30 years old in a month. It is said that he has participated in the intermediate ceremony twice before. Yes, this is the third time."

the third time?
Ying Baoyue was also a little surprised when he heard the words. The Intermediate Ceremony had been suspended once, the last one was six years ago, and the last one was nine years ago.

This means that this person has been participating in the middle-level ceremony since nine years ago.

(End of this chapter)