Big Moon Ballad

Chapter 1198 Beihan
"The seventh battle is over!"

"Hou Liao, Murong Feixing wins!"

The examiner's voice echoed in the bell, and Murong Feixing stood on the stage panting heavily, blood dripping from the ice blade in his hand.

He Lancheng was lying on the ground, covered in blood, only his heaving chest proved that he was a living thing.

"It's crazy." Although Murong Feixing won, his expression was not good, "I remember you were not this kind of person before."

The Northern Wei Dynasty is adjacent to the Hou Liao Dynasty, Murong Feixing used to go to the Northern Wei Dynasty to find Yeluhua, so he often passed by the Beihan Pavilion, watched their disciples practice, and thought he knew the details of He Lancheng.

In the battle just now, he was able to handle it with ease.

But he didn't expect that He Lancheng, who used to love vanity and only put on airs, would fight to the death when his level was not as good as his, and fight bloody. If he hadn't come up with the trick of suppressing the bottom of the box, he would have been in the gutter just now The boat capsized.

You must know that he has the Xuefeng sword in his hand, so he already has all the advantages, and in this case, he only won by a narrow margin, which brought a huge impact to Murong Feixing.

Murong Feixing stared closely at He Lancheng, who was lying on the ground with heaving chest, "Have you been possessed by Guanghua?"

He straightened the white fox fur hat that was crooked by He Lancheng, his face was ashen. Apart from fighting Yeluhua and Ji Jiashu, this was the first time Murong Feixing was beaten so embarrassingly in a battle between his peers.

It was achieved by a Beihan Pavilion disciple whom he looked down upon originally.

"Why, what kind of person am I in your eyes?" He Lancheng opened his blood-smeared eyes and asked with difficulty.

Murong Feixing's pretty face wrinkled, "Of course he's a delicate young master."

The folk customs in the north are fierce. Even if the royal family's children in Hou Liao learned to ride a horse at the age of five, they grew up beating on the horse's back, and they fell to death. However, the Helan family did not dare to train their children so strictly because of the withering of their direct descendants. In Murong Feixing's view, He Lancheng was originally as squeamish as a Jiangnan scholar, and would only follow Xu Bingqing around.

"Scholars will treat each other with admiration for three days." He Lancheng straightened his body with difficulty, "You know me before the primary ceremony, not after the primary ceremony."

The Battle of Southern Chu changed him completely.

Among so many battles, there are two battles that are still fresh in his memory, although each of them almost killed him.

That is the fight against medicine and poison with Ying Baoyue, and the real sword fight with Meng Shi.

"I'm the former Qin princess and the loser of the Northern Wei stepson," He Lancheng chuckled, "Of course things have changed."

No, is the defeat of those two people so proud?
Murong Feixing watched the Beihan Pavilion disciples below the stage cast disappointing looks at He Lancheng who lost, and he was suspicious.

But seeing He Lancheng still calmly facing the unkind eyes of his classmates, Murong Feixing understood in a trance that He Lancheng had indeed changed.

"The great disciple of Beihan Pavilion also lost..."

"Mr. Fenghua is Lord Fenghua after all, and now there is only the saintess left in Beihan Pavilion."

"Sure enough, saintesses are more powerful. If they can enter the top eight, they will be the only seedlings."

Listening to the discussion of the people in the audience, Xu Bingqing's face was a bit ugly, Tuoba Xun called the disciples around him to carry He Lancheng down, but Xu Bingqing waved his hand to stop him.

"It's not that his leg is broken, let him climb down by himself." Xu Bingqing said coldly, "It's really not easy to use."

He Lancheng didn't make it to the quarterfinals, so when it came to the semifinals, there would be no one who could lose to her.

These men are really useless.

Only at this time, she would occasionally recall the submissive boy who followed her.

"Oh," Xu Bingqing sighed, "Ah Heng is still easy to use, why did he die?"

Murong Heng.

Tuoba Xun, who was sitting next to her, frowned upon hearing this, but he didn't expect Xu Bingqing to still miss that person.

Murong Heng, this name is like a nightmare for Beihan Pavilion. At the beginning, it almost killed all the practitioners of Zihua Mountain in Southern Chu. With the entire Northern Wei Dynasty, they will also lack confidence in the fight against Xirong.

Where did Murong Heng come from, who was behind the instigation, all the mysteries were buried at the foot of Zihua Mountain after his death.

But it happened to be such a person, but the body was not found after falling off the cliff.

Although under the circumstances at that time, it was impossible for even a practitioner of the fourth rank to survive, and Murong Heng would undoubtedly die, but Tuoba Xun still felt a little uneasy.

"Eighth match, prepare for the final battle!"

The examiner's voice interrupted Tuoba Xun's thoughts.

"No.15 Eastern Wu Lu Xingchen, against NO.16 Northern Wei Xu Bingqing!"

The quarter-final battle finally came to the final battle.

The people in the audience gasped, Xu Bingqing didn't bother to complain, straightened his clothes, and waved for Beihan Pavilion disciples to drag He Lancheng down as soon as possible.

After all, she was about to play.

"It's the last scene so soon," Chen Zichu sighed under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree.

The pace of the quarter-finals was extremely fast, and they, the bystanders, felt breathless.

"You were the one who guessed right about the match just now," Murong Feilan looked at Ying Baoyue and said, "You said that Feixing could only narrowly win, but I didn't expect it to be so."

At the beginning of the seventh scene, he asked Ying Baoyue what he was going to do. She didn't answer, but answered his first question.

Ying Baoyue thinks that Murong Feixing will win, which is no different from his speculation, but the only difference is that Ying Baoyue judges that Murong Feixing can only narrowly win.

Murong Feilan didn't think that with his younger brother's ability, he couldn't win easily, but he didn't expect that everything finally matched Ying Baoyue's guess.

It was they Hou Liao who underestimated He Lancheng.

Murong Feilan had to admit that whether it was before or now, she had a very accurate eye for seeing people.

"He Lancheng is different from what you imagined," Ying Baoyue smiled, "He is no longer a vassal of the saint of the Northern Wei Dynasty."

"What about you?" Murong Feilan stared at Ying Baoyue closely, "What are you going to do?"

"You are already a water magician, why do you still want to touch other people's fire magic sword?" He looked at the blisters on Ying Baoyue's fingertips, "The battle of the top four is not that simple, when are you going to break through?"

Ying Baoyue knew that she couldn't hide everything from this delicate old friend, so she looked at Xu Bingqing who was confidently boarding the stone platform.

"According to my original plan."

"Just tonight."

The bell rings and falls, and rings again.

There was no suspense in the final match of the quarterfinals. Xu Bingqing defeated Hanshan Academy disciple Lu Xingchen with Qingyan Sword and became the last winner of the quarterfinals.

The sun rose to the sky, the seventh year of the Warring States Period, the top eight in the Soochow Intermediate Ranking Ceremony.

At noon on the penultimate day of the Intermediate Ceremony, it was born.

　It's going to be a high-energy game next time.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)