Big Moon Ballad

Chapter 1199 Preparation
Boom, boom, boom.

On the cold mountain, bells rang together, announcing the end of the quarterfinals.

Zhao Guang closed his eyes and looked at the eight people standing at the front under the stone platform.

The final eight.

The names of these eight people are enough to be engraved in the history of the practice world, because these people will undoubtedly become the pillars of the practice world in the Shanhai Continent in ten or twenty years.

Eight is a special number for practitioners. There are eight gods and eight beast gods.

If the eight gods symbolize the strongest combat power of the practitioners, the top eight of the middle-level ceremony symbolizes the strongest combat power of the new generation of practitioners under the age of 30.

Only the top four of the primary ceremony can be remembered, but the top eight of the intermediate ceremony are enough to leave a name in history.

It's no wonder that Hua Nianfeng spent nine years trying to squeeze into the top eight. For practitioners who will never be able to become sons of gods in their lifetime, the top eight of the middle-level ceremony is their last chance to make a name in history.

Zhao Guang took a deep breath, this is the last eight people left.

Meng Shi, stepson of the Northern Wei Dynasty.

The former Qin princess Ying Baoyue.

Xirong Helianyan.

Ji Jiashu, Chunhua Jun of Southern Chu.

Li Ji, Emperor Zhaohua of the Eastern Wu Dynasty.

Chen Zihan, a disciple of Southern Chu Jixia Academy.

Murong Feixing, Feng Huajun of Hou Liao Dynasty.

Xu Bingqing, the saint of Beihan Pavilion in the Northern Wei Dynasty.

Under the scorching noon sun, the common people and practitioners were chanting the names of these eight people.

The names of the losers on the side wooden boards have been removed, and only the wooden boards of these eight people are left on the stage.

Except for two people from Southern Chu and Northern Wei, only one person remained from other countries, and none from the Middle Tang Dynasty.

And it is these eight people who have gone through fighting and fighting, but today, only four can be left in the end.

"Intermission, the semi-finals will be held in an hour's time."

The voice of the examiner sounded, and practitioners and spectators dispersed, but the atmosphere did not become silent. Many masters from aristocratic families and academies rushed to hear the birth of the top eight. The mountain behind the cold mountain was overcrowded. They were also discussing the upcoming semi-finals.

"Four strong... I think any practitioner is strong enough, and I feel that anything is possible."

"Speaking of which, Southern Chu and Northern Wei have a profound background, and they actually entered two."

"Nan Chu, that boy from the Chen family is very lucky. I wonder which practitioner among the top eight is the most difficult in Mr. Yin Bing's eyes?"

"It goes without saying that Mr. Zhaohua will be unlucky whoever meets him, but in my opinion, the most difficult opponent to meet in the semi-finals is Meng Shi, the step-son of the Northern Wei Dynasty."

"Meng Shi? Speaking of which, the murderous aura of the stepson of the Northern Wei Dynasty is really unusual. Among the eight finalists, only he and Mr. Zhaohua are ranked fourth. Both the Northern Wei Dynasty and Southern Chu entered the ranks. There must be a competition."

The tense atmosphere permeated the entire mountain, and even the teenagers who were eating snacks under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree felt like chewing wax for the first time.

"Look! It's from the Northern Wei Dynasty!"

Ying Baoyue raised her head under the tree, and saw that not far away, Meng Shi led the people of the Northern Wei Dynasty to a tree, and the practitioners around retreated one after another, which was enough to see the fear of Meng Shi.

"Who is that masked woman who delivered meals with the stepson of the Northern Wei Dynasty?"

"It's the younger sister of the stepson of the Northern Wei Dynasty. I heard that the two look alike. The younger sister looks so gentle and pleasant. Why is the older brother so fierce?"

Ji Ange, who was distributing pastries, raised her head, "Meng Ge is also here to deliver lunch."

"It's really rare to see this sister, the stepson of the Northern Wei Dynasty, showing her face." Zhao Guang also raised his head. "Does she really look like Meng Shi?"

The younger sister Meng Shi didn't know what habits she had, and she often wore a veil when she went out, just like Ji Ange. As a male, Zhao Guang had never seen her true face.

"Very similar," Ji Ange nodded. Meng Shi was thinner, and the outline of his face was more heroic than Meng Ge's, but if you compare them carefully, you will find that the eyebrows and eyes of the two are almost exactly the same.

"Then Meng Shi looks like a man and a woman." Zhao Guang looked at Meng Ge, who was talking to Meng Shi in a soft voice, and frowned. "I don't know how his small body made it to the quarterfinals." .”

"No matter how he got in, I don't want to meet him in the semi-finals," Chen Zihan took a deep breath, "I can't beat him."

There was a dead silence under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree.

Chen Zichu didn't blame his younger brother for being pessimistic this time, because good luck like facing Murong Feixu doesn't happen all the time.

Meng Shi and Li Ji are the only two fourth-rank players in the quarter-finals. Originally, Meng Shi was not regarded as a real fourth-rank by everyone because he just broke through, but Meng Shi has already proved through her own battle that she has a rank. The strength of four.

If there is no accident, based on the theory of realm, the leader and the second leader of this middle-level ceremony are likely to be these two people.

The person who broke the peace was Ying Baoyue.

"It's the same with everyone," Ying Baoyue swallowed the food in his mouth and smiled slightly, "Anyway, they are all equally strong."

Ji Jiashu's fingers holding the pastry trembled slightly.

For Ying Baoyue, all the opponents in the top eight are of higher realm than her, not only the realm, but the rest are all masters who have experienced hundreds of battles, even if it is her, it is impossible to have an absolute chance of winning.

If she doesn't break through.

But Ji Jiashu didn't want to mention the breaking of the situation.

The last time Ying Baoyue broke through, he witnessed with his own eyes how she narrowly escaped death with ruptured meridians all over her body. He really didn't want her to suffer any more.

Besides, even for a normal practitioner, the Divine Dance of Breaking the Realm is a trip on the Naihe Bridge. He really can't imagine what Ying Baoyue will encounter when dragging this body to break through the realm.

"Princess Qin, do you have time?"

At this moment, a gentle male voice sounded beside the crowd. Ying Baoyue raised his head and saw the familiar face.

It was Murong Feilan.

"What's the matter?" Ying Baoyue smiled and said, "Isn't Prince Liao here to eat?"

Ji Jiashu looked at Murong Feilan whose eyes were only on Ying Baoyue, and frowned slightly, "May I ask His Highness Hou Liao what's the matter?"

"This is the one who is going to eat," Murong Feilan carried Murong Feixing by the collar and pushed him next to Ji Jiashu, "I will mortgage my brother here, and let your fiancée speak."

what?
The teenagers under the tree were all shocked by this miraculous exchange, and Ji Jiashu was also a little dazed, but at this moment, Ying Baoyue patted the residue on his hands and stood up, smiled at Ji Jiashu, "Don't worry, I'll go Go and come."

Ying Baoyue followed Murong Feilan into the woods, Li Ji raised his head and stared at her back quietly.

Entering the forest, Murong Feilan's originally gentle smile faded away in an instant.

He suddenly turned around and looked at Ying Baoyue, "Tell me, what is going on with you trying to break through?"

"What's going on?" Ying Baoyue smiled and said, "Didn't I tell you? I'm going to break the situation at the Shi'an Courtyard tonight, and Uncle Ji will personally protect me. Don't worry, it's safe."

Murong Feilan had already learned about Ji Da's entry into Ruyang through a special channel, but that wasn't what he was worried about.

"Ji Da came yesterday, why didn't you ask him to protect you last night?"

Today's quarter-finals and semi-finals are so dangerous, why didn't she break through sooner?
Ying Baoyue was still smiling, "Although it sounds arrogant, it's just the quarterfinals and semifinals, and I don't need to break through."

How did she know that she would not meet someone as strong as Li Ji or Ji Jiashu?
For the first time, Murong Feilan couldn't restrain the anger in his heart.

"Do you think I'm a fool?!" Murong Feilan's fist brushed against Ying Baoyue's cheek, and slammed on the tree trunk.

Autumn leaves rustled down.

Murong Feilan quietly watched the girl in his arms, and said every word.

"Isn't it because, if you break through, I'm afraid you can only last twelve hours at most?"

(End of this chapter)