Sheng Fu

Chapter 130 Today's Brilliant Ming Dynasty's Past
Liu Qinghua's beautiful eyes are full of obsession with Junior Brother Yuwen, she still remembers the past of this Junior Brother in the Green Plum Grove, he loves literary talents and dislikes martial arts.

He is very lazy, no matter what he does, he will stop as soon as he passes the pass line.

He used to be her sword servant, although he only served her for a day or two.

But he would never have imagined that during the Banquet of Bagu, with a shake of his body, he could beat Qilu Wujue so hard that Qilu Wujue couldn't lift his head.

He said from the bottom of his heart: "I am really proud of our good junior."

Jing Peiyao smiled knowingly, "But you don't have to be so nympho."

The smiles of the two women added a rich and beautiful atmosphere to the solemn and bloody martial arts arena.

Kang Changzhi was completely relieved, the matter had come to this point, he could straighten his back and face his lord dean. After this battle, Bailu Academy could firmly suppress the future Nanling Academy.

Literati look down on each other, as has been the case since ancient times.

The young man is really uplifting. If His Majesty the Emperor was not here, this literary master would really laugh wildly to express his joy at the moment.

King Ping said to Yu Wenjun in a soft voice: "I don't know if I am tired after two consecutive battles, or I should continue after a rest?"

Looking at the sky, dusk has arrived.

This is the most exciting martial arts test, and also the fastest martial arts test.

Everyone wants to show their peerless demeanor in their youth, and there may be too few people who can do this, but in the same way, every teenager can be his own hero.

Yu Wenjun replied simply: "No need, since the end is near, you should go all the more vigorously."

The mood of Jing Peiyao and Liu Qinghua is a little delicate.

Neither of them looked at Senior Brother Xu Huanshan who was sitting on the side, but they both knew that Senior Brother Xu Huanshan would not avoid fighting.

However, who can guess whether Yu Wenjun will be cruel to his senior brother.

Ren Huang's posture remained the same as before, as if nothing had happened, although he and Yu Wenjun knew certain things clearly in their hearts.

King Ping cleared his throat, and said, "The last battle, the leader of the Xuanwu Academy of Bailu Academy will face the leader of Qinglong."

After Xu Huanshan heard about it, his expression remained calm, he raised his sword and entered the stage, everything was as usual.

Probably, this was the first eye contact between the two during the Eight Gu's Banquet.

Yu Wenjun remembered the favor that Xu Huanshan owed him at the beginning. At the beginning, he didn't care if he would be taught by Guan Shanhai himself, but he still cared a little about this kind of classmate affection.

He also didn't know whether Xu Huanshan would repay that favor that seemed insignificant now.

But one thing is certain, he has no feeling for Xu Huanshan, and has completely turned into disgust.

Xu Huanshan clasped his hands together and said, "The last time you and I fought was at the Guihai Meeting, this time it was at the Bagu Banquet, I think it's very good."

Yu Wenjun didn't return the salute, but put one hand behind his back, and said indifferently: "After all, they are all from the same family, and have nothing to do with happiness."

Xu Huanshan didn't care about Yu Wenjun's unruly attitude, and some scholars Qinggui on the viewing platform didn't care much about Yu Wenjun's attitude at the moment.

Where the strength lies, how dare the literati come up with rules to educate them.

"Brother, let's do it." Yu Wenjun said calmly.

Xu Huanshan didn't sloppy, and he used the flying sword as soon as he slapped it. When the palm-length flying sword was about to pierce Yu Wenjun's throat, he suddenly stopped moving.

Feijian touched an invisible air wall.

Inside the air wall is Yu Wenjun, and outside the air wall are all living beings.

This is not pure chaotic qi, but an ordinary qi wall propped up by true essence, something that any master of endurance can do.

Yu Wenjun looked at the flying sword, reached out with one hand, sucked it into his hand, and the flying sword turned into nothingness at a speed visible to the naked eye in Yu Wenjun's hand.

Only then did Xu Huanshan show his long sword, knowing that he was invincible, he would still go forward bravely, because everyone watched the last big show come to an end.

Yu Wenjun didn't pull out the Duan Nian, and he didn't need to use the edge of Duan Nian to deal with Xu Huanshan and his ilk.

Facing this indomitable sword, Yu Wenjun took a small step.

He thought of the collaboration between Gu Yong and Pu Weiqing, the scorching style of writing of Bailu Academy, and the great elder who was somewhat utilitarian but generally acceptable.

This small step is Yu Wenjun's attitude.

Catching the sword with one hand, Xu Huanshan's sword slammed into the side of Yu Wenjun's palm with violent lightning and flint, but it was a pity that he failed to break Yu Wenjun's skin.

Yu Wenjun held the sharp blade, and suddenly forcefully broke the sword.

Xu Huanshan, who has no sword, and the Black Mountain Fist of the Yaozu, may have more cards.

Yu Wenjun would not give him a chance to struggle, so he threw out a palm.

The black Vajra Mahamudra slapped away overwhelmingly, Xu Huanshan threw out a punch, and the chaotic palm of the frontal punch, the consequences were as expected, he was no match for the frontal punch.

Just as his Black Mountain Fist was completely shattered, Chaos' palm landed on the top of his head. Under the heavy pressure, he knelt down on both knees, and with a bang, his knees shattered, and he knelt down completely.

Directly above behind Yu Wenjun is His Majesty the Emperor.

His Majesty's expression seemed to be a smile but not a smile, which was thought-provoking. Li Hongshan and Qiuqing were neither sad nor happy, all of this was natural.

Xu Huanshan lost, without any suspense.

Jing Peiyao stared towards her, her beautiful eyes filled with approval, regret, and the sadness of a broken classmate.

The same is true for Liu Qinghua.

Kang Changzhi was a little puzzled. Although this was a banquet for Bagu, he shouldn't have done such a cruel thing to his fellow seniors, let alone let the seniors kneel in front of everyone.

The last time Prince Ping went on stage, he glanced at the dignitaries and His Majesty the Emperor on the viewing platform, and then said loudly, "The leader of the Ba Gu Banquet, the martial arts test leader, is Lord Yuwen!"

The scene suddenly calmed down, there was no wave in the ancient well, and a pool of stagnant water.

After a moment of silence, His Majesty the Emperor praised: "Mr. Gu Yong has such a successor, what can I ask for?"

"There are teenagers in the human race, as it should be!"

Everyone stood up one after another, appreciating, and the rites and music department had sent a magnificent carol, and the carol spread out of the palace and led to the four directions.

Yu Wenjun didn't help Xu Huanshan up, and walked down the martial arts field alone under the gaze of everyone. It was probably night, and no one could clearly see what kind of charm was contained in the young man's back.

He walked between Jing Peiyao and Liu Qinghua, remembering the eight treasures banquet he had with Bai Xiaowei in the morning, and said softly: "The food in Hongyanlou is very delicious, I like it very much, and I think you will like it too. "

The second daughter smiled and nodded, everything was kept silent.

The martial arts test is over, and tomorrow, Ba Gu's name will be announced to the world.

There are twists and turns, surprises, and elegance, but after tomorrow, everything will be as usual. The young people of today will still walk the path that the older generation has walked.

There are stars in the night, illuminating the world.

There is a north wind in the morning to break the boundless.

(End of this chapter)