After the immortal disappeared

Yes, you can still bet on a tie!

They were all thinking about winning or losing, but they were all taken to the ditch!

He Lingchuan didn't care what others thought, he just looked around with high spirits: "Is there anyone else coming to oppose us?"

As he said this, he glanced at He Yang and looked up and down a few times. When the man stared at him, he suddenly raised his little finger at He Yang!

He Yang's eyes narrowed and his jaw tightened.

provocative?

He hadn't even gone to trouble surnamed He, but the other party came to provoke him first?

In his cold eyes, He Lingchuan shook his little finger and picked out his ears.

So what are you doing? Don't you want people to pick out your ears in public?

He Yang could no longer see the contentment on his face, so he whispered: "Palace Master, I'll place the bet!"

Qingyang frowned: "He won't bet with you."

He Yang refused to give up: "Shall I give it a try?"

Qingyang said nothing. In her opinion, this was purely unnecessary.

He Yang waited for a while and saw that the betting period was about to end, so he strode out.

The palace owner didn't say he agreed, but he didn't object either.

Qingyang suddenly reached out to stop him.

He Yang thought he had offended her, but Qingyang just whispered a few words in his ear, and then said: "Go."

"yes!"

He Yang walked to He Lingchuan's table and looked at him condescendingly:

"Let's play another game, and you and I will bet alone."

He Lingchuan sat leisurely: "Okay, how much is the bet?"

He Yang took out a claw from his arms. It was about two feet long. It looked like some kind of animal bone. There were sharp barbs on the tip of the claw, which was a sharp weapon for disembowelment.

The claws are golden, but the tips are somewhat black.

"This is made from the palm bones of a colorful immortal from the Middle Ages. It breaks gold and cracks stone. It can give the owner the power of the Three Tigers and has many magical uses. The market price is at least 150,000 taels."

When He Lingchuan heard this, he knew that the "Beautiful Immortal" should be a profound tiger immortal.

"Okay, I'll give you 150,000 yuan." He Yang followed Qingyang. He didn't look like a poor man, so why didn't he take out the banknote?

"No! If you lose, get out of Tianshui City tomorrow morning and get out of Yao Kingdom within seven days, otherwise I will personally give you a ride."

King Yao not far away looked like he was listening.

He Lingchuan hissed softly and pointed at the tiger's paw: "It's just such a thing, it's only 150,000 taels. The stakes are not equal. Does Mr. He know how much the work in my hand is worth? Sorry, you are I won’t accept the order.”

The officials on the side looked at each other and did not dare to laugh out loud. But He Yang saw the look in their eyes:

With only 150,000 taels, you want to drive people out of Tianshui City? How many more 150,000 taels can He Xiao earn in the future?

He Yang put his hands on the table and stared at He Lingchuan: "The palace master is kind-hearted and gives you one last chance. If you are a smart person, you should take advantage of it."

This is an ultimatum.

Qingyang was warning him that as long as He Lingchuan stopped opposing her and left Tianshui City immediately, she could forget about it and let him live.

Even King Yao held his chin, waiting for He Lingchuan's answer.

He Lingchuan looked up at He Yang and smiled politely: "What else?"

He Yang looked at him steadily, tilted his head, and lowered his voice: "Actually, I hope you can stay."

He Lingchuan nodded: "I will leave naturally when I should leave. Lord Rauch will take the trouble."

It's not that the Raptors can't cross the river, why is he here?

At this moment, there was a loud roar on the stage and the battle began.

When the battle begins on the stage, betting on and off the field ends.

He Yang stared down at He Lingchuan and smiled meaningfully: "You're welcome."

He turned and walked back to his seat.

In the dance hall, Qu Ruhai looked up and down at General Chongwu: "Are you the one who takes over from Xue Zongwu? Is there no one left in the Yao Kingdom? Even the people of Bixia can go to the border?"

General Chongwu remained silent, knowing that Qu Ruhai wanted to anger him.

He raised his hand and fired a sleeve arrow. Taking advantage of Qu Ruhai's dodge, he rushed forward with a single arrow and aimed at the opponent's neck with the square shield in his hand.

While looking in the mirror, he commented: "Oh, this starting move looks like yours."

In the blink of an eye, General Chongwu and Qu Ruhai were in close combat.

When these two people fought, their momentum, movements, and speed were completely different from the previous groups of warriors. They entered an inextricable stalemate almost as soon as they met.

The Soul-Taking Mirror couldn't help but ask He Lingchuan: "Hey, do you really think Qu Ruhai will win?"

He Lingchuan shook his head slightly: "It doesn't matter."

He doesn't care who wins or loses.

What does it have to do with him?

But he wanted to take a closer look at the fighting level and style of these two generals.

He had seen Chongwu take action before, so he focused on Qu Ruhai.

This man's appearance and conversation are very rough, his sword skills are also uninhibited, and every slash is crisp and clean.

The meticulousness of Chongwu and his roughness are exactly the same as one for defense and one for offense, which is in sharp contrast.

King Yao said that this time he would stop at nothing, so there was no need to fight for his life on the battlefield.

As a result, the two of them fought fiercely, with sparks flying from their weapons, and it was a very beautiful fight. The officials watching the battle applauded and cheered.

In addition to attacking and defending, General Chongwu also used spells at every opportunity. According to official regulations, Yuan force cannot be used on the martial arts field. The two of them relied on their own strength to compete. This is when spells can come in handy.

Under the gaze of everyone, Qu Ruhai probably didn't want to use his ability to press the bottom of the box in front of Yao Ren, so he did not use the sword on the battlefield, but instead used a pair of brass-colored hand-held swords.

He Lingchuan had seen many strange-shaped weapons on the battlefield, but this was the first time he had seen this type of sword. The hilt of the sword was pierced on the back of Qu Ruhai's hand, and he didn't know what to use to fix it. The sword's body was triangular, not straight, but with an inward arc.

He Lingchuan always felt that this appearance looked familiar. He had seen it somewhere before. After thinking for a long time, he suddenly realized:

What the hell, isn’t this the shape of the bow of a flat boat?

Looking at the appearance of the hand sword, He Lingchuan knew that it was better at stabbing and sweeping. As expected, Qu Ruhai's attack methods mainly focused on these two, and with slight changes, there were more than a dozen combos available. One of the "serial stabs" involved more than 30 consecutive attacks within two breaths. The frequency reminded He Lingchuan of Aunt Zhu's claw attacks, but the spider queen had eight claws, while Qu Ruhai only had two.

After this set of fights, Chongwu failed to dodge, and was stabbed in the leg, bleeding profusely.

However, Qu Ruhai abandoned defense and only attacked, so his defense was inevitably weak. During this period, he was wounded twice by heavy weapons.

The two men fought bloody battles like wounded beasts, and the atmosphere outside the court became more and more intense.

Finally, General Chongwu received another heavy blow on his shoulder, but Qu Ruhai was also hit by two ice arrows from him on the dance floor, and fell into the cold spring with a splash.

The spring water was dyed red immediately.

Seeing this, King Yao finally clapped softly and said:

"Okay, that's it for now. I'm going to call it a draw. What do you think?"

All the officials agreed.

They neither wanted Chongwu to lose, nor dared to think about Qu Ruhai being beaten to death, so a draw was a good idea.

Only Yao Wang was slightly disappointed. He originally hoped that Chongwu could defeat Qu Ruhai and earn him some face, but this round was not a real life-and-death fight, and he also knew that it would be difficult for Chongwu to really pin Qu Ruhai to the ground and beat him.

Alas, it would be great if Xue Zongwu was still alive.

Qu jumped up from the water like a sea, and the frost on his face became thicker and thicker. He quickly used his true strength to force the coldness back.

He and General Chongwu both sat back down, and his men began to treat their wounds.

The palace people began to settle the bets.

He Lingchuan smiled and got his share.

Although the odds of a tie are not high, a small win is still a win.

He grabbed a lot of banknotes and fanned them a few times before putting them in his pocket.

Gu Xuan and Yu Wenyong watched with mixed emotions.

The palace guard took the time to clean up the dance hall, and the visitor loudly said: "The next show——"

The next one is scheduled in advance.

But before he could say anything else, He Yang, who was behind Qingyang, took a step forward and said in a deep voice: "It's our turn."

There was a sudden silence in the venue.

Is the leader of Qingwei taking action?

Everyone is thinking, who are they going to deal with this time?

Qu Ruhai was about to swallow a pill, but when he heard this, he was stunned for a moment and accidentally bit the medicine coating.

Damn, it’s so bitter.

He quickly picked up the wine glass and drank several large sips, then rushed the powder into his stomach.

Gurgling, gurgling, especially harsh in a quiet venue.

He Yang looked at him coldly and then continued: "I heard that Lord He once defeated the vice-capital of Tongxinwei in Chiyan Kingdom, and his cultivation level

Remarkable and highly skilled, I have someone here who would like to ask Master He for advice. "

He tilted his head back, and a man walked out from the Qingwei. He was in his forties, with a long beard and a white face. He looked more like a scholar than a warrior.

He stood in the Qingwei and looked inconspicuous, but as soon as he walked out, He Lingchuan immediately felt that this person was extraordinary.

"This is Master Ding of Ding Qingshan, the master of the island..."

He Lingchuan didn't wait for He Yang to ask for a fight, and said first, "You want this Master Ding to challenge me? I don't think it's appropriate, and we have no grudges."

Everyone found it funny when they heard this. Ninety percent of those who came to the stage to fight here had no personal grudges.

Aren't you driven by the master?

He Yang seemed to be smiling but not smiling: "He Island Master, you don't want to fight and you don't want to leave, so you want to destroy your superiority?"

He Lingchuan looked at King Yao after hearing this. The latter sat firmly under the tree, looking like it had nothing to do with him.

But this is his birthday ceremony. In theory, He Lingchuan should abide by the rules of the martial arts competition before the emperor and respond to any battle - even Luodian people abide by the rules, so how can He Lingchuan be an exception? What's more, King Yao just said that it was all Yao people competing by themselves, which would be boring to the foreign envoys watching the ceremony.

This was originally a rhetoric to invite Qu Ruhai to fight, but He Yang used it as an excuse.

If He Lingchuan couldn't do it, he would have to find someone to do it for him.

Wan Qifeng had been standing behind He Lingchuan without saying a word. Then he took a step forward and whispered: "Lord, I'll come."

He Lingchuan ignored him and only asked He Yang:

"Is this competition going to end, or is it a life and death fight?"

Not far away, Qu Ruhai touched his nose, and his words were imitated by this guy.

He Yang didn't even blink: "If you want to put on a wonderful performance in front of the emperor, of course it's a life and death fight."

The audience was completely silent, and even the most obtuse person could figure out what was going on.