Big Moon Ballad

Chapter 1197 Chaos
"Sixth match, Southern Chu, Chen Zihan wins!"

When the bell rang for the end, Chen Zihan stared blankly at his hands.

Won.

He won the battle, but with a confused look on his face.

He just won?
How did he win?

The last sword just happened too fast, he was resisting with all his strength, and he fell down without even noticing what happened.

It seems that because of the old injury in the battle with him, he caught the loophole.

"You...Are you okay?" Looking at Murong Feilan who was panting in pain on his back, Chen Zihan hesitated and asked cautiously.

"It's okay, hiss..." Murong Feilan clutched his chest, hissing, "I've got an old problem, damn it, it's happening at this time..."

Looking at the resigned expression on the opponent's face, Chen Zihan felt a little sympathetic. The resignation and pain on the face of the man on the ground did not seem to be feigned. He obviously had such a superb swordsmanship, but lost to him in the middle-level ceremony due to an old injury. It must be quite unwilling to wait for Tier Six.

But sympathy belongs to sympathy, everything turned around, and Chen Zihan was unspeakably happy to win.

After all, no matter what the result is, he won it with his own sword.

Chen Zihan looked at Chen Zichu, who couldn't help but smile under the stage, with a faint smile on his lips.

But although he won, Chen Zihan knew very well that he was lucky this time, and his strength was far from that of the man on the ground.

Chen Zihan put the sword back into its sheath, bent down and carefully retrieved Murong Feilan's long sword that had fallen on the ground. When he actually got it in his hand, he was shocked to find that this sword, which was as thin as a cicada's wing, was unusually heavy.

"It's made of cold iron from Houliao Snow Mountain," Murong Feilan said with a smile. He gently looked at Chen Zihan who was holding his sword in a daze. "It's heavier than you imagined, right?"

Chen Zihan nodded, "This sword..."

Looking at Bo, this sword was no lighter than the military epee he used, but when he thought that Murong Feilan could wield this sword so lightly, Chen Zihan was astonished and deeply shocked.

Fengfa is the sword sect with the least fighting power, and even Shenzi is ranked last among the eight gods, but now he realizes that the world of Fengfa is far wider than he imagined.

"What's the name of this sword?"

Murong Feilan smiled, "It's called Qinglan."

Qinglan...Chen Zihan was a little dazed. The name sounded like a breeze blowing on his face, but it didn't match the person's name after the rising sun.

Of course, when he knew the real name of the man in front of him, he would know that this sword was specially made for him.

"If you are curious about this sword, wait until you have the opportunity to participate in the high-level ceremony and go to Xiling Snow Mountain to ask." Murong Feilan took the long sword respectfully handed over by the other party, and sat up from the ground with the sword. It was built by Lord Shangui."

"Master Shangui..." Chen Zihan said in a daze, "Are you his apprentice?"

"It can only be counted as half," Murong Feilan said with a smile, "I'm not yet qualified to be that person's apprentice."

"Why?" Chen Zihan opened his eyes wide. He had never seen a wind master who was more powerful than this man. Even the masters in the Jixia Academy's wind academy couldn't compare to him, and even he couldn't get wind. Fa Shenzi's approval?

"That person's standard for accepting disciples is too high," Murong Feilan spread his hands, "God's son dislikes me too much."

Seeing Chen Zihan's shocked expression, Murong Feilan straightened up and patted him on the shoulder, "Don't worry, that Son of God has a strange personality, and in more than 20 years, only one practitioner has entered his Dharma Eye."

"Did that practitioner become his disciple later?" Chen Zihan asked eagerly.

"He wants to accept it, but that practitioner already has a master." Murong Feilan smiled gloatingly, "If Mr. Shan Gui doesn't snatch his master, he won't get anything."

Ying Baoyue held his forehead under the stage.

Fortunately, Murong Feilan still remembered the persona of his old injuries, and coughed a few times with a smile. Chen Zihan supported him, "Senior, let me call the medical officer up for you."

"It's okay, there are medical officers over there in Houliao," Murong Feilan said weakly, "Just help me down."

Chen Zihan nodded honestly, watching him help Murong Feilan down, everyone in the audience didn't know what to say.

In a sense, this is the most harmonious quarterfinal match.

"It's such a pity, His Royal Highness the Second Prince actually has old wounds..."

"It's too cheap for this Nanchu kid. It's just a waste of picking up a top eight."

"There is only one practitioner left in the Later Liao Dynasty."

"It's okay, Mr. Fenghua should be able to win, right?"

"It's hard to say, the opponent is the big disciple of Beihan Pavilion!"

The sixth game is over, and the seventh game is about to begin.

Seeing his elder brother limping back to Hou Liao's team, Murong Feixing's teeth ached. Although he knew that as his elder brother, he didn't bother to compete with the juniors for the top eight, he didn't expect his elder brother to be here. Choose to admit defeat.

"I'm sorry, Fei Xing." Murong Feilan said with a smile, "I wanted to give you a few more opponents to beat to make it to the top four."

"Then why did you admit defeat?" Murong Feixing remained expressionless.

"I found a good seed," Murong Feilan said with a smile, "I really can't stand in the way of the person she likes."

Murong Feixing frowned, and really wanted to ask who she was, but Murong Feilan had already pushed him forward, "Your duel is here."

Murong Feixing adjusted the fox fur hat on his head, and walked forward.

"Fei Xing, be careful," Murong Feilan's voice came from behind, "That Beihan Pavilion disciple is different from before."

……

……

different?

Murong Feixing looked suspicious, but it was too late to ask, He Lancheng had already stepped onto the high platform.

Compared with the Hou Liao people who cheered him for the battle, the Beihan Pavilion disciples were all focused on Xu Bingqing. As the eldest disciple who had lost power, He Lancheng walked up to the high platform almost in silence.

Murong Feixing faced the boy who seemed to be only at the sixth level in the opposite realm, and confidently drew out the Fengfa sword at his waist.

The sword was forged like ice and snow, refracting extremely beautiful brilliance under the sun.

Ying Baoyue and others had glimpsed this sword on the way to Soochow to be hunted down, and they were still amazed when they saw it now.

"Snow Wind Sword!"

Someone in the audience exclaimed.

"This is the Fengfa Mountain Gate Sword, the sword used by Lord Shangui!"

Ying Baoyue opened her eyes slightly.

This sword of ice and snow is really suitable for women to use.

It turns out that this is the Fengfa Mountain Gate Sword, and it is just as the name suggests, the most beautiful Mountain Gate Sword among the four swords.

Different from Murong Feixing who attracted all eyes, He Lancheng, who only wore a simple cloth robe, kept a low profile. He pulled out the simple long sword at his waist with his backhand, and saluted Murong Feixing.

"let's start."

Everyone's attention was raised, and they stared at the two teenagers who were facing each other on the stage.

"Who do you think will win?"

Ying Baoyue was also staring at the stage, when a gentle male voice came from behind him.

When she turned around, it turned out to be Murong Feilan who was pretending to be sick.

He pulled up the barrier, and he had mixed in with them before. Although Ji Jiashu and the others were surprised, the battle between Murong Feixing and He Lancheng on the stage had already started, which attracted everyone's attention.

"Aren't you an old wounded criminal?" Ying Baoyue asked, "What did you come to see me for?"

"It's because of old wounds that I came here to seek medical treatment from the ex-Qin princess, who is both a doctor and a poisoner." Murong Feilan smiled, and his expression became serious the next moment, "Let's not talk about me, your aura is a bit chaotic. "

He stared deeply into Ying Baoyue's eyes, "What are you doing?"

(End of this chapter)