Big Moon Ballad

Chapter 1196 Appreciation
"Avoid suspicion? Exchange?"

"In exchange for what?"

The audience in the audience looked at each other.

Ji Jiashu, Chen Zichu and the others were also a little confused.

"It should be between brothers to avoid suspicion." Ying Baoyue said, "Number 13 Murong Feixing and No. 14 Murong Feixu who will be fighting in the next match are brothers."

Leaving aside the brothers and sisters, the relationship between brothers and sisters is a bit too close.

When she heard this sign before, she felt something was wrong, but she didn't expect Soochow examiner to handle this matter in this way.

“经考官们商讨决定，将NO.12签和NO.14签交换，NO.12签贺兰承改为NO.14，NO.14签慕容飞旭改为NO.12。”

The examiner on the stage announced so, and the audience exploded instantly.

Chen Zihan, who was about to take the stage, froze in place.

"What do you mean?" Chen Zichu was also dumbfounded, "No.14 is changed to No.12, Zihan is No.11, which means that his next opponent will be changed?"

"That's right," Ying Baoyue nodded. Chen Zihan's original opponent was No.12 He Lancheng, but he switched with the next opponent, and now Chen Zihan's opponent was replaced by Murong Feixu.

Ying Baoyue Fu's forehead, more precisely, was Murong Feilan who was aliased as Murong Feixu.

He Lancheng who was about to take the stage in the audience also looked surprised, Murong Feixing on Hou Liao's side was also stunned, and the only one who was not surprised was Murong Feilan.

"That's it." Murong Feilan patted Murong Feixing's shoulder with a smile, "Then brother, I will play first, and you should work hard on your own."

He originally thought that he could save Murong Feixing some effort, but the Soochow King would not allow him to cheat like this.

Seeing Murong Feilan calmly board the battle stage, the other elder brother under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree has a big head like a bucket.

Cold sweat dripped from the corners of Chen Zichu's forehead, "If I remember correctly, this Murong Feixu... is the fourth rank, right?"

"Yeah," Ying Baoyue nodded, "He's a wind magician of the fourth rank."

She remembered that Murong Feixu was not there before she died, but after she was reborn, she checked the information and found that she was already, and it should have been promoted in the past few years, otherwise Murong Feilan would not have been able to pretend to be his identity.

"Fourth rank..." Chen Zichu looked at his younger brother worriedly, a little desperate, "That Zihan..."

Tier [-] vs. Upper Tier [-], I also know that there is no chance of winning.

"Murong Feixu was only promoted last year, and I heard that he was injured," Ji Jiashu comforted him, "Zihan can almost be promoted to the fifth rank, and he is still capable of fighting."

So Murong Feixu was injured?Ying Baoyue groaned when she heard the words, and she didn't know if it was a real injury or Murong Feilan's public opinion in order to give herself a way out.

In any case, that man is always in the water.

Looking at Chen Zihan's sad face and Yi Shuihan's solemnity, Ying Baoyue couldn't tell him that the opponent he was going to face had actually been a fourth-ranked opponent for almost ten years.

"Then everyone, I'm going." Chen Zihan clenched the hilt of his sword tightly and sighed.

Although he is not that kind of pessimistic person, he feels that his middle-level ceremony may only go so far.

If it was He Lancheng, he still had the confidence to fight to the death, but facing the fourth rank, he really didn't know what to do.

It seems that his luck is really bad.

The opponent who was originally drawn to meet each other was changed on the spot.

The other teenagers around were not optimistic about this, Chen Zihan smiled wryly, and was about to walk to the stage with heavy steps when a slender hand suddenly patted him on the shoulder.

Chen Zihan looked back, Ying Baoyue smiled at him, "Do you still remember what I said to you in the elementary ceremony?"

Chen Zihan was taken aback.

"You are lucky."

Ying Baoyue glanced at the stage, "That's a very powerful Wind Sorcerer, just show what you've realized, believe me, you can learn a lot."

He's lucky?
Chen Zihan was full of doubts. If Ying Baoyue hadn't said this, he would have thought he was mocking him.

Until he walked onto the stage in a daze, he didn't even think about what Ying Baoyue meant.

"Your name is Chen Zihan, right?" Seeing him coming up, a very friendly smile appeared on the handsome young man's face on the stage, "I've watched your previous games, and you practiced the wind sword quite well."

Chen Zihan frowned. Although the other party's attitude was gentle, it made him a little uncomfortable.

It was like an elder commenting on the junior's swordsmanship. Although the opponent was indeed his senior in terms of realm, Chen Zihan's self-esteem was still a little frustrated when he thought that Murong Feixu was only a few years older than him.

This awkward feeling reached its peak when the bell of the duel had already sounded, but Murong Feilan just held the sword hilt and looked at him motionlessly.

"Master Murong, don't you draw your sword?"

Chen Zihan drew out his epee, looked at the person opposite and asked coldly.

"You attack first," Murong Feilan said calmly, with the same smile on his face, "I'm used to defending."

Chen Zihan took a deep breath, biting the tip of his tongue slightly.

Although he was a little impetuous by this man's attitude and wished to stab him with a sword, at this moment, he remembered what Ying Baoyue had said to him.

The first round of the crowd battle in the primary ceremony.

The words that changed his Kenshin revived in his ears.

Chen Zihan closed his eyes, no longer cared about Murong Feilan who was standing still opposite him, and began to listen to the sound of the wind.

"Enemies far away listen to my voice, and people around me watch my actions!"

His limbs began to stretch, he could hear every sound in the world, he could hear the breeze brushing the leaves, he could hear the wings of birds fluttering, he could hear the mountain spring gushing from the cracks in the rocks, You can see the tentacles of the grass insect trembling slightly, and you can even hear the breathing of the person in front of you.

And at this moment, Chen Zihan discovered that the breath of the man on the opposite side had merged into the wind, his breathing was not disturbed at all, his breathing was in line with the rhythm of heaven and earth, as natural as a part of the mountain forest!

The aura of the wind mage is quieter than that of ordinary practitioners, but Chen Zihan has never seen a wind mage like this.

This discovery made his body tremble slightly, and it also prevented him from noticing the flash of appreciation in the eyes of the young man opposite him.

Looking at the soaring true energy of the young man opposite, Murong Feilan's eyes flashed with astonishment.

"You can actually listen to the sound of the wind," Murong Feilan narrowed his eyes and murmured, "So you are her..."

her?

who?

Chen Zihan opened his eyes in a daze, only to find that the young man opposite had drawn out the long sword at his waist.

It turned out to be a soft sword as thin as a cicada's wing, shaking gently with the breeze, Chen Zihan couldn't see the lethality of such a sword at all.

"As expected of the man she chose, he is very qualified," Murong Feilan smiled slightly, "You can teach a child, and in time, maybe he can take over the class of Mr. Mountain Ghost."

"Choose..." Chen Zihan was stunned, his ears felt hot and his face suddenly turned red for some reason, "Are you talking about..."

But he had no chance to speak, because the man opposite had already swung his sword.

Didn't you say that you are only good at defense?Chen Zihan was speechless, but the next moment he felt chills all over his body, because he found that the sword, which was as thin as a cicada's wing, had actually merged into the wind, surrounded by a thin wind blade, and moved along with the wind extremely silky.

Chen Zihan's mind went blank.

He really used the wind to control the long sword.

He had never seen such a fighting method before, but in an instant Chen Zihan understood that this was definitely the most ideal fighting method for a wind mage.

At that moment, Chen Zihan only felt that a vast world was unfolding before his eyes, but at the same time he understood one thing.

Can't win.

This man is a completely different realm.

I am too far away from him.

Chen Zihan's breath fluctuated, and he just swung the epee forward relying on his instinct and the support of the motto in his brain. However, at this moment, the angle of the sword that was originally impeccable in the hand of the man opposite him was off by an inch.

The man on the opposite side staggered to the side as if he had stepped on a melon rind.

Chen Zihan seized this opening and slashed away, Murong Feilan fell down with a thud.

"Ah..." The young man was lying on the ground, clutching a spot on his side that didn't have the slightest scar, his face showing pain, "The old wound happened again."

The people in the audience stared blankly at the sudden reversal, speechless.

"This……"

Ying Baoyue covered her face and looked at the man on the stage pretending to be lying on the ground in pain and weakness.

Isn't this acting too exaggerated?
　Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
　　Brother Zihan, your luck is really good, you can be called the Emperor of Europe.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)