Chapter 69: Cold sweat breaks out on the bald man's forehead as he draws his sword again. This woman attacks quickly and ruthlessly. Can she be considered kind?
Jing Yirong looked at Duan Yuliu again, "Since we are all here to fight, it doesn't matter where we start. If my apprentice is in a bad mood and wants to vent, he will start early. If my apprentice is tired and wants to rest first, he will start later."
"Who is your apprentice?" Another ignorant person appeared and pointed at Jing Yirong.
Jing Yirong raised a cold eyebrow and said, "Zhenqi, chop off his hand."
"Yes," Nalan Zhenqi immediately moved towards the man and subdued him in just a few moves. He spread his hand on the table, pulled out a dagger and was about to drop it. Duan Yuliu moved his body, and in his hand
With a slight pick from his fan, the dagger in Nalan Zhenqi's hand fell to the ground. Nalan Zhenqi looked at Duan Yuliu and said, "It's you again."
Jing Yirong looked at Duan Yuliu, "Duan Yuliu, since you have allowed me to enter this Yuluo Villa, why bother testing us with these unworthy people?"
"Oh? How did you know it was a spy?" Duan Yuliu smiled mischievously.
Jing Yirong glanced around with disdain, "The world-famous strange doctor Liu Mo has a long-lasting reputation. If he knew that the people who came to fight for him were such scum, he would have committed suicide long ago. How could he be so calm and hiding in the dark?
.The most important thing is that you, a fox, will not make me feel better so easily."
"You know me, Jing Yirong," Duan Yuliu waved his fan and patted it, "You are qualified, and your apprentice is also qualified. I can't wait to see your exciting duel."
Duan Yuliu waved his sleeves, and the people in the hall immediately retreated. Duan Yuliu led Jing Yirong and the five people towards the inner room, and through the hall, the real Yuluo Villa was revealed.
The three flowing characters of Yuluo Village fell on the big plaque. The green flowers and plants exuded a light and elegant fragrance. After taking a few steps forward, Duan Yuliu gently knocked on the pillar, and the door in front of him slowly opened.
It opens automatically and the real martial arts training ground appears in front of you.
The ring was set up in the center of the entire field, and two people were competing on it. Their calm moves and deft dodges were like the actions of a master. Others were drinking tea on the left and right sides of the ring and watching the battle.
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There were no superficial big men, and there were no exaggerated discussions. They quietly looked at the person who was about to be the opponent in the ring.
Duan Yuliu led Jing Yirong to the top seat and introduced Nalan Qingyi and Jing Yirong to everyone, "You two are the new contenders. This is the current crown prince of the Ming Kingdom. This is
She is his crown princess."
Everyone's eyes showed a hint of surprise, and then they just nodded lightly as a greeting.
Duan Yuliu looked at the confusion in Jing Yirong's eyes and hurriedly explained, "Don't think that I am harming you. Although there are many people from the Yu Kingdom here, people from Jianghu do not participate in court affairs. Even if the King of Yu Kingdom is here today,
I can’t touch a single hair of your hair here.”
"When can we start?" Nalan Zhenqi asked impatiently.
Duan Yuliu glanced at Nalan Zhenqi and said, "Boy, you are too impatient. Do you really think that the people here will be as easy to deal with as those people just now."
"Don't call me kid, my name is Nalan Zhenqi!" Nalan Zhenqi said calmly.
Duan Yuliu ignored Nalan Zhenqi and sat in his seat.
Jing Yirong also sat quietly in her seat. She didn't need to worry if the formal competition continued. She turned her head slightly and saw Xiao Yan with a strange expression. Following her panicked and nervous eyes, she saw that it was Yang Feng.
He was dressed in purple clothes, holding a sword in his right hand, his eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and he looked at Xiao Yan with a touch of sadness in his eyes.
Xiao Yan actually noticed Yang Feng's figure from the first step here. How could she ignore his tall figure and handsome appearance? He stood there motionless, as focused as his eyes.
Normally, when Xiao Yan saw her again today, she realized that she missed him so deeply.
Yang Feng's eager eyes were fixed on Xiao Yan when she first stepped into the martial arts field. She was still alive! This was something he was looking forward to and afraid of day and night. She suffered so seriously at that time.
He didn't dare to ask about her injury, he was afraid of bad consequences. If he knew the news that she really left, he didn't know what else he could hold on to.
So he preferred not to inquire at first, and lived with his own expectations like an ostrich. Today, she was really standing in front of him in good health, and all his uneasiness disappeared, but he knew that their goal today was
The positions are the same but different. Prince Junqi came for the strange doctor Liumo, and her master Jing Yirong also came for Liumo. They are on hostile positions again...
"I can prevent you from participating in the battle today." Jing Yirong suddenly said.
Xiao Yan was stunned and immediately objected, "Young Madam, I am willing to participate, and I will do my part for the Young Master."
"If you really want to participate, you have to win but not lose," Jing Yirong said calmly, "I don't want to participate but can't bear to lose. If that's the case, it's better not to participate."
"Don't worry, young lady, I will never be soft-hearted," Xiao Yan said firmly.
Jing Yirong stopped talking and looked at the empty seat next to Yang Feng. Yang Feng is Prince Junqi's capable subordinate. Why is it that only Yang Feng is seen now but not Prince Junqi? Yang Feng is standing to explain that Prince Junqi has appeared.
, I just don’t know where it is now.
"It's your turn, Jing Yirong, who will you send to play first?" Duan Yuliu looked at Jing Yirong with false thoughts.
Jing Yirong looked at Xiao Yan and said, "You go."
"Master, I'll go." Nalan Zhenqi argued.
Jing Yirong looked at him indifferently and said, "When you can show your talents later, just stay here for me."
Nalan Zhenqi resigned obediently, and Xiao Yan leapt onto the ring to begin the official battle for the strange doctor Liu Mo.
In the past few months, Xiao Yan's martial arts has improved a lot, and she should be considered a master in the world. There are some moves that are more confusing to use with the left hand than with the right hand. No one can catch the move. More importantly,
What's more, Xiao Yan has a strong learning ability. Sometimes when the opponent uses a move, she immediately learns it and uses it with her left hand.
Even if the opponent sees that it is his own move, because it is performed with his left hand, there is no way to break it immediately.
Yang Feng watched Xiao Yan's competition nervously in the audience. When she occasionally blocked the opponent's moves with her right hand unnaturally, Yang Feng's heart still couldn't help but ache. After all, her right arm could no longer practice martial arts.
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Xiao Yan took care of two of them in one go. Logically speaking, she should be able to replace them, but Xiao Yan shook her head at Jing Yirong, meaning that she could still persist.
Jing Yirong didn't stop her. She should know her own limits.
"Yang Feng, enter." Prince Junqi appeared on the martial arts field again at some unknown time. He who always cherished words now simply said three words this time.
Yang Feng was stunned for a moment, then he spread his shoulders with his sword and flew down on the ring easily.
Xiao Yan was originally standing with her back to Yang Feng, but when she heard someone coming on stage behind her, she turned around and handed over her hands, "I accept..."
The last words disappeared when she saw Yang Feng. Xiao Yan's body stiffened. She hoped in every possible way that her opponent would not be him, but God seemed to intend to go against her.
When Jing Yirong saw Yang Feng's figure, his eyebrows wrinkled involuntarily. When he looked at the seat opposite him, there was already a person sitting on the seat that was empty just now. He was dressed in a brocade uniform.
With sharp and flamboyant eyebrows, a cold and expressionless face, and an aura of a king that cannot be ignored, it was easy to guess that he was Prince Junqi, the most likely future king of the Yu Kingdom. He did not have to be as charming as Duan Yuliu.
, without Dian Jun’s chilling, without Ye Xieming’s Xie Cheng, and without Nalan Qingyi and Xi, but the domineering power he possesses is what these three people lack. Duan Yuliu is too charming, Dian Jun is too cold,
Ye Xieming is too evil, Nalan Qingyi is too gentle, and King Junqi makes people feel that he controls everything at a glance, and his mind can accommodate the entire country.
While Jing Yirong was sizing up King Jun Qi, King Jun Qi was also sizing up Jing Yirong. He had long heard that when it comes to heroes, there are three evils in the world; when it comes to beauties, the one who must be mentioned is the Prince of Hades.
Concubine, she is as beautiful as a fairy, as clean as a hibiscus, as gorgeous as a peony, as gentle as the breeze, and as charming as a witch. All kinds of rumors have long been forgotten. I didn’t see her cleanliness, beauty, softness, and charm today. I only saw her.
Her coldness was like the coldness of wind seeping through the skin and into the bones.
King Junqi suddenly thought of whether anyone thought of his cold plum blossoms and his arrogant beauty.
Nalan Qingyi saw the scene of Jun Qi and Jing Yirong looking at each other into her eyes, and there was a sudden discomfort in her heart that she had never cared about. She just felt that the scene in front of her was too eye-catching. When she put down the teacup in her hand, she unconsciously
A little more strength.
Jing Yirong looked at Nalan Qingyi, "What's wrong?"
"Nothing?" Nalan Qingyi raised a smile like a breeze, and Jing Yirong looked back. Nalan Qingyi let go of his hand. This was Nalan Qingyi's pretended emotion, not his own! He was probably doing it
It has been so long since Nalan Qingyi has almost forgotten what her true emotions are.
The situation was turbulent under the ring, but it wasn't much better above the ring.
Xiao Yan held the sword in her left hand, "I must get Liu Mo."
"Me too." Yang Feng pulled out the sword with his right hand and smiled bitterly, "Why do we always hold swords against each other?"
"This is fate," Xiao Yan was also helpless, "Although I thank you for giving me the distribution map of Prince Junqi's Mansion last time, I still can't let you do it this time. Next time, if we don't have to hold swords next time
When we meet each other, I will definitely thank you properly."
"Although you and I intend to be friends, we have no choice but to be our own masters. I will not show any humility in today's battle." Yang Feng answered swornly. He would not allow himself to let King Junqi off for a second time.
Xiao Yan smiled lightly, "I'm glad you can say that, and I hope you can really do it."
After the two of them finished speaking, they swung their swords to stab each other. Xiao Yan dodged Yang Feng's sword on one side, and while dodging it, she stabbed Yang Feng in the chest. Yang Feng quickly struck with his left palm with quick eyes and hands.
Xiao Yan's arm pushed away, and the sword thrust missed, not hurting Yang Feng at all.
Xiao Yan immediately stood firm and stabbed Yang Feng with each move and sword. Yang Feng was not polite this time and used all his skills. The title of the best swordsman in the world is not false, not to mention that Xiao Yan had fought for two rounds before.
, so after half the time, Xiao Yan was exhausted and gradually at a disadvantage.
Xiao Yan also knew her energy very well, but she just held on for a breath and was unwilling to lose like this.