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Chapter 147 This is my last stubborn 4-word quest for the moon(1/2)

On the day when the yellow list was changed, the whole world seemed to be quiet.

King Zhenbei felt a little sad when he looked at the second name on the yellow list.

Those old guys from Sitianyuan actually rated Luo Hong second. In fact, King Zhenbei thought it would be good for Luo Hong to be in the top five.

After all, Luo Hong fought against Yelu Ce and defeated Chu Tiannan more with the help of external forces. Without external forces, relying on one's own strength, it might be difficult to defeat the opponent.

"My lord... is this... flattery?"

The shadow hidden in the darkness seemed to hesitate for a moment before asking.

"Praise to kill?"

"It's not impossible, but Sitianyuan is affiliated to Kunlun Palace. As the ancestral palace of Taoism, Kunlun Palace should not do such things. Maybe it's just because Luo Hong's talent is extremely good, or maybe it's because of Luo Hong's talent.

You must have seen Luo Hong’s potential.”

King Zhenbei said with shining eyes.

The number of fifty-seven days of practice is very dazzling and shocking.

What kind of monster is this to be able to reach this level in less than two months?

Perhaps indeed only Yun Chongyang, who is rumored to be the reincarnation of the Kunlun Palace True Immortal, can prevail.

"From today on, the name of the young master will be spread throughout the world."

The figure in the darkness hissed softly and said.

King Zhenbei chuckled, stroking his beard, his eyes shining.

"In another month, won't it be my birthday?"

King Zhenbei suddenly spoke.

The figure in the darkness was startled.

"Why did the prince suddenly mention this matter? After so many years, the prince rarely celebrates his birthday."

The figure said doubtfully.

King Zhenbei stood up and paced in the pavilion: "Then we will do it this time, and do it in a big way."

"It's time for me, Luo Kuang, to show off my sword. Otherwise, everyone will think that my Luo family is kind and can be bullied."

In the darkness, the figure's originally steady and undetectable breathing suddenly became rapid when King Zhenbei finished speaking.



The Royal Court of the Golden Tent.

Yeluce, who had a bare upper body, beads of sweat rolling down his body, and his body covered with strong muscles, took the yellow list from a young girl with admiring eyes. Looking at the second name on the yellow list, he felt a little dazzled.

"Luo Hong..."

Yeluce murmured, being attacked by someone with the sixth grade, Yeluce can be said to have become the laughing stock of the whole world. Now he is recorded in the yellow list. His shame has become Luo Hong's record. This is like a slap in the face.

slapped him in the face.

On the yellow list, he ranked third, even surpassing Chu Tiannan. The list still expressed high praise for him, but for him, this praise was even more shameful.

Why does he, a loser, deserve such praise?

After throwing down the yellow list, Yeluce took out the scimitar on the ground and continued practicing.

So what if I practice till exhaustion?

If you can't compare to others, then spend more effort to strengthen yourself. Only in this way can you have a chance to exceed your goals.

Yeluce's eyes sparkled, and there was a fighting spirit surging in his eyes.

"I hope that next time we meet, you and I can have a happy fight!"

Yeluce roared, and the blood in his body boiled more and more. He was still suppressing his own strength to prevent himself from breaking through to the fourth level.

Cultivation is divided into nine grades: upper grade, middle grade, and lower grade.

Seventy, eighty-nine is the lower grade, four, five and six is ​​the middle grade, and once it reaches the third grade, it is equivalent to entering the upper grade category.

The high-level realm is called extraordinary, a realm that ordinary people cannot imagine.

Therefore, Yeluce didn't want to just enter the third level, he wanted to cultivate to the extreme of the fourth level and become truly invincible at the same level!

No matter it is Luo Hong, Chu Tiannan or Yun Chongyang, they must suppress it!

Only in this way can it be called invincible at the same level!



Jiangling Mansion, Luoshen Lake.

The gentle breeze blowing on the lake caused the calm lake surface to ripple like layers of ripples, like the folds of a girl's uncovered gauze skirt.

A flower boat floats quietly in the middle of the lake.

In the boat, there are endless warblers and swallows.

Old Huang grinned with yellow teeth, smiling from ear to ear amid the fragrance of many girls.

Chu Tiannan was sitting aside, with his back straight. There was no girl beside him, not even any rouge or gouache.

Chu Tiannan held the yellow list in his hand.

Seeing the ranking drop to fourth place, even though I had been mentally prepared, I was still a little surprised, disappointed and unhappy.

He failed, and his defeat this time was known to the whole world.

Even because he lost the Chunjun Sword, Huang Bang compared him with Yeluce, making him even weaker than Yeluce.

This was a huge blow to Chu Tiannan, who had always been proud.

Old Huang's face was covered with hickeys, and he came over holding a wine glass, smelling of wine and rouge.

He glanced at the ranking on the yellow list with squinted eyes and grinned: "The young Marquis has been hit?"

"Rankings don't mean anything. Don't pay attention to these things, little Marquis. The more you pay attention to them, the more depressed you will become... Why don't you come and have fun with a few ladies..."

Lao Huang said with a smile.

Chu Tiannan glanced at him angrily, "Go and have fun with you."

Lao Huang chuckled, turned around, hugged a girl and kissed her.

Chu Tiannan walked out of the flower boat, with his hands behind his back, looking at the calm Luoshen Lake, slightly in a trance, but after the trance, his eyes suddenly became sharp and determined.



Imperial Capital.

Deep palace.

While the prince was dining, he was wearing disheveled hair, wearing a white gown, grabbing a roast chicken with his hands, and his mouth was full of oil.

And not far in front of him.

The little eunuch held the yellow list and slowly unfolded it.

"Chu Tiannan is also a fool. What kind of pride does he uphold? There are thousands of geniuses who have perished in an era. The geniuses who failed are worse than dead dogs. What does he have to be proud of? Only the winner is worthy of pride.

.”

"If he directly leads his troops to Ping'an County and seizes the general's order, he will still be second on the yellow list."

The prince tore off a piece of chicken, chewed it slowly, and said slowly.

The little eunuch did not dare to speak and continued to hold the yellow list obediently.

The prince seemed to be talking to himself.

"It's a pity that I tried to convince Luo Hong with my own strength, but in the end, not only did I lose Chunjun, but I also lost face. You, Chu Tiannan, have lost the face of the Chu family several times."

The prince shook his head, seeming a little disappointed.

Unexpectedly, Chu Tiannan, whom my father was so optimistic about, turned out to be a loser.

"What a great Luo Hong... He is second on the yellow list. He has been practicing for fifty-seven days. Haha... I have put too much pressure on him, so he has grown to this level in fifty-seven days?"

"It's just like Luo Hongchen back then."

"In this case, more pressure must be put on..."

The prince seemed to have thought of something, and threw the half-eaten chicken directly on the table, and patted his greasy hands.

He waved to the little eunuch who had been holding the yellow list for a long time.

After whispering a few words in the little eunuch's ear, the little eunuch bowed his head and turned to leave.

The prince sat sideways and opened the yellow list with his greasy hands.

After a while, the little eunuch returned.

He returned with an ordinary long sword wrapped in a scabbard.

The prince directly grabbed the sword without wiping his greasy hands. He held the hilt and drew it. There was a crisp "crack" sound, and there seemed to be sword energy in the entire palace, like pieces of snow falling down.
To be continued...
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