Chapter 206
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"The first and second swords have been lost a hundred years ago. As long as the two swords don't come out one day, this broken snow is the most precious sword. I must take it today. " Night light dye doesn't think so.
"Well, I hope you can succeed and don't let her down." Rong Jing couldn't hear the emotion and threw out a word.
"That's nature!" Night light dye smell speech to look at the cloud shallow moon, only see her look to the field, the facial expression and eyes are not the same as before, he looked along her line of sight, saw her eyes are falling on Rong Feng body, that kind of vision is not her past pure broken, clear and indifferent, in the end, she can't say what it is, but the total feeling is different. He took back his sight and asked Rong Jing, "sister Yue and Rong Feng know each other?"
"I don't know!" Rong Jing does not go to see the cloud shallow moon, the voice is weak, "does not know her person is afraid is few!"
Night light dye a Zheng, then curl up the mouth, hum Rong Jing a, "just ask you just, how do you like to eat the cannon? It's not strange that others know sister Yue. I'm just surprised that sister Yue looks like she knows that boy. Didn't he go to Tianxue mountain since he was a child and worshipped under the old man's door? How can sister Yue know him? "
"Then you need to ask your good sister." Rong Jing's voice is still faint, seemingly indifferent. But I still feel different from before.
"Of course I would ask, but not now." Night light dye no longer pays attention to the scene, glances at the cloud light moon one eye, sees her attentively looking at the field, also looks to the field.
"In the first round, Rong Feng, the son of marquis Wenbo, defeated Wensheng, the son of general Wen's residence. The contest begins One of the judges around the fourth Prince yelled.
The two or three of them all straightened up, stopped talking and looked into the field.
I saw the cry fall, two people on the platform instantly hand in hand. Before they could see how to make a move, Wensheng, the son of general Wen's residence, was knocked off the platform with a beautiful arc, but he fell lightly on the ground, until he stood still and looked at the high platform blankly. He did not understand how he was beaten down before he made a move.
"Good! Indeed, he is worthy of the descendants of Wenbo Hou! " The old emperor gave a great compliment.
"Yes! Such skill is really good! " The prince of Germany praised it.
"If you take half a move, you will win or lose! A gentleman The cloud Lord also praised.
"It is not uncommon for his descendants to have such skills when Wenbo Hou was so talented." The prince of filial piety felt that he should say something in a few words, but Rongfeng was a side branch of the Rong palace. Naturally, he didn't want to boast about it, so he could only say something in disguise.
"Sure enough, he is the apprentice of the old man of snow mountain." Night light dye also praised. I wonder if I can throw general Wen down the stage within half a move. I think Wen Sheng is just a bag of straw, and I can throw him down.
Rong Jing's face was light. It seemed that such a situation had long been expected by him, and he did not make any statement.
"The first round of Wenbo Marquis won! In the second round, Feng Yang, the young master of the old general's house, came on stage! " The referee yelled.
One of the following people flew up, and before the referee said to start, he would take the lead. The move is fierce, and it directly hits the face of Rongfeng. Rong Feng dodged lightly. When his sleeves were swinging, he waved his hand easily. Fengyang's body floated out like a touch of willow catkins. People exclaimed again. Then they saw that he had been thrown off the platform, but this time Fengyang planted heavily. Obviously, Rong Feng did it on purpose.
"Good!" The old emperor called out again.
Prince de and others all nodded. Although the words of praise were not uttered, their facial expressions really showed praise.
Although she has lost all her martial arts, her eyesight is still better than that of ordinary people. She saw that Rong Feng's hand was simple, but she threw people out lightly. Obviously, the two people had never touched his half silk clothes. Obviously, he had strong internal power.
"The second round of Wenbo Marquis won! The third round of the Ministry of War Minister Prince Wang listen to the translation on stage The referee yelled again.
His voice just dropped, a slightly older man flew onto the platform.
It was the same as the first two, but in a moment he was knocked off the stage again.
"The third round of Wenbo Marquis won! In the fourth round, the prince of Wenchang Prefecture is on the stage The referee yelled again. There's another person flying up below. Like the man just now, he was quickly knocked off the stage.
"The fourth round of Wenbo Marquis won! The fifth round... " The referee repeated the same shout.
Then he repeated the same action. The man was just on the stage for a moment, then he was thrown off the stage.
After that, some people came to the stage, and others stepped down. More than 20 people had been knocked off the stage.
In this pavilion, everyone was quiet, only the old emperor occasionally cheered.
About half an hour later, more than 100 people were knocked down by Rongfeng. And the referee continued to shout, there was no pause. And Rongfeng on the platform also has no objection.
Cloud shallow moon frown, from the stage to look at the stage, only see a black pressure, about a thousand people. She thought, if this kind of wheel battle goes on, how can a thousand people deal with one person? She took back her eyes and looked at the people sitting there. No one had any objection. Her eyes swept over the light face of the scene and the face of the night light dye, who were watching carefully, obviously had no objection. She pursed her lips and turned her head to the old emperor and said, "uncle, if he doesn't lose, will he always be on this stage? You see, there are so many people down there! If it goes on like this, isn't he going to die after winning? "The voice of the cloud light moon is not low enough for everyone in the pavilion to hear. The crowd turned to look at her.
The old emperor also withdrew his sight from the field and said with a smile: "this is the rule of the top martial arts masters' meeting over the years. What my heavenly sage man wants is not only martial arts, but also endurance and physical strength. If you can't hold on to it, you can't be the champion of martial arts! "
"But so many people in the past year?" Cloud shallow moon asks suspiciously.
The old emperor was stunned and looked at the field again. He took back his sight and shook his head. "In the past years, it was about half of these people."
"That's it. In the past, it was only half, but this year it has doubled. This is unfair. If the winner on the stage is really tired to death, isn't it that I am the saint of heaven who lacks a talent? " Cloud light moon road.
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"The first and second swords have been lost a hundred years ago. As long as the two swords don't come out one day, this broken snow is the most precious sword. I must take it today. " Night light dye doesn't think so.
"Well, I hope you can succeed and don't let her down." Rong Jing couldn't hear the emotion and threw out a word.
"That's nature!" Night light dye smell speech to look at the cloud shallow moon, only see her look to the field, the facial expression and eyes are not the same as before, he looked along her line of sight, saw her eyes are falling on Rong Feng body, that kind of vision is not her past pure broken, clear and indifferent, in the end, she can't say what it is, but the total feeling is different. He took back his sight and asked Rong Jing, "sister Yue and Rong Feng know each other?"
"I don't know!" Rong Jing does not go to see the cloud shallow moon, the voice is weak, "does not know her person is afraid is few!"
Night light dye a Zheng, then curl up the mouth, hum Rong Jing a, "just ask you just, how do you like to eat the cannon? It's not strange that others know sister Yue. I'm just surprised that sister Yue looks like she knows that boy. Didn't he go to Tianxue mountain since he was a child and worshipped under the old man's door? How can sister Yue know him? "
"Then you need to ask your good sister." Rong Jing's voice is still faint, seemingly indifferent. But I still feel different from before.
"Of course I would ask, but not now." Night light dye no longer pays attention to the scene, glances at the cloud light moon one eye, sees her attentively looking at the field, also looks to the field.
"In the first round, Rong Feng, the son of marquis Wenbo, defeated Wensheng, the son of general Wen's residence. The contest begins One of the judges around the fourth Prince yelled.
The two or three of them all straightened up, stopped talking and looked into the field.
I saw the cry fall, two people on the platform instantly hand in hand. Before they could see how to make a move, Wensheng, the son of general Wen's residence, was knocked off the platform with a beautiful arc, but he fell lightly on the ground, until he stood still and looked at the high platform blankly. He did not understand how he was beaten down before he made a move.
"Good! Indeed, he is worthy of the descendants of Wenbo Hou! " The old emperor gave a great compliment.
"Yes! Such skill is really good! " The prince of Germany praised it.
"If you take half a move, you will win or lose! A gentleman The cloud Lord also praised.
"It is not uncommon for his descendants to have such skills when Wenbo Hou was so talented." The prince of filial piety felt that he should say something in a few words, but Rongfeng was a side branch of the Rong palace. Naturally, he didn't want to boast about it, so he could only say something in disguise.
"Sure enough, he is the apprentice of the old man of snow mountain." Night light dye also praised. I wonder if I can throw general Wen down the stage within half a move. I think Wen Sheng is just a bag of straw, and I can throw him down.
Rong Jing's face was light. It seemed that such a situation had long been expected by him, and he did not make any statement.
"The first round of Wenbo Marquis won! In the second round, Feng Yang, the young master of the old general's house, came on stage! " The referee yelled.
One of the following people flew up, and before the referee said to start, he would take the lead. The move is fierce, and it directly hits the face of Rongfeng. Rong Feng dodged lightly. When his sleeves were swinging, he waved his hand easily. Fengyang's body floated out like a touch of willow catkins. People exclaimed again. Then they saw that he had been thrown off the platform, but this time Fengyang planted heavily. Obviously, Rong Feng did it on purpose.
"Good!" The old emperor called out again.
Prince de and others all nodded. Although the words of praise were not uttered, their facial expressions really showed praise.
Although she has lost all her martial arts, her eyesight is still better than that of ordinary people. She saw that Rong Feng's hand was simple, but she threw people out lightly. Obviously, the two people had never touched his half silk clothes. Obviously, he had strong internal power.
"The second round of Wenbo Marquis won! The third round of the Ministry of War Minister Prince Wang listen to the translation on stage The referee yelled again.
His voice just dropped, a slightly older man flew onto the platform.
It was the same as the first two, but in a moment he was knocked off the stage again.
"The third round of Wenbo Marquis won! In the fourth round, the prince of Wenchang Prefecture is on the stage The referee yelled again. There's another person flying up below. Like the man just now, he was quickly knocked off the stage.
"The fourth round of Wenbo Marquis won! The fifth round... " The referee repeated the same shout.
Then he repeated the same action. The man was just on the stage for a moment, then he was thrown off the stage.
After that, some people came to the stage, and others stepped down. More than 20 people had been knocked off the stage.
In this pavilion, everyone was quiet, only the old emperor occasionally cheered.
About half an hour later, more than 100 people were knocked down by Rongfeng. And the referee continued to shout, there was no pause. And Rongfeng on the platform also has no objection.
Cloud shallow moon frown, from the stage to look at the stage, only see a black pressure, about a thousand people. She thought, if this kind of wheel battle goes on, how can a thousand people deal with one person? She took back her eyes and looked at the people sitting there. No one had any objection. Her eyes swept over the light face of the scene and the face of the night light dye, who were watching carefully, obviously had no objection. She pursed her lips and turned her head to the old emperor and said, "uncle, if he doesn't lose, will he always be on this stage? You see, there are so many people down there! If it goes on like this, isn't he going to die after winning? "The voice of the cloud light moon is not low enough for everyone in the pavilion to hear. The crowd turned to look at her.
The old emperor also withdrew his sight from the field and said with a smile: "this is the rule of the top martial arts masters' meeting over the years. What my heavenly sage man wants is not only martial arts, but also endurance and physical strength. If you can't hold on to it, you can't be the champion of martial arts! "
"But so many people in the past year?" Cloud shallow moon asks suspiciously.
The old emperor was stunned and looked at the field again. He took back his sight and shook his head. "In the past years, it was about half of these people."
"That's it. In the past, it was only half, but this year it has doubled. This is unfair. If the winner on the stage is really tired to death, isn't it that I am the saint of heaven who lacks a talent? " Cloud light moon road.
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"The first and second swords have been lost a hundred years ago. As long as the two swords don't come out one day, this broken snow is the most precious sword. I must take it today. " Night light dye doesn't think so. "Well, I hope you can succeed and don't let her down." Rong Jing couldn't hear the emotion and threw out a word. "That's nature!" Night light dye smell speech to look at the cloud shallow moon, only see her look to the field, the facial expression and eyes are not the same as before, he looked along her line of sight, saw her eyes are falling on Rong Feng body, that kind of vision is not her past pure broken, clear and indifferent, in the end, she can't say what it is, but the total feeling is different. He took back his sight and asked Rong Jing, "sister Yue and Rong Feng know each other?" "I don't know!" Rong Jing does not go to see the cloud shallow moon, the voice is weak, "does not know her person is afraid is few!" Night light dye a Zheng, then curl up the mouth, hum Rong Jing a, "just ask you just, how do you like to eat the cannon? It's not strange that others know sister Yue. I'm just surprised that sister Yue looks like she knows that boy. Didn't he go to Tianxue mountain since he was a child and worshipped under the old man's door? How can sister Yue know him? " "Then you need to ask your good sister." Rong Jing's voice is still faint, seemingly indifferent. But I still feel different from before. "Of course I would ask, but not now." Night light dye no longer pays attention to the scene, glances at the cloud light moon one eye, sees her attentively looking at the field, also looks to the field. "In the first round, Rong Feng, the son of marquis Wenbo, defeated Wensheng, the son of general Wen's residence. The contest begins One of the judges around the fourth Prince yelled. The two or three of them all straightened up, stopped talking and looked into the field. I saw the cry fall, two people on the platform instantly hand in hand. Before they could see how to make a move, Wensheng, the son of general Wen's residence, was knocked off the platform with a beautiful arc, but he fell lightly on the ground, until he stood still and looked at the high platform blankly. He did not understand how he was beaten down before he made a move. "Good! Indeed, he is worthy of the descendants of Wenbo Hou! " The old emperor gave a great compliment. "Yes! Such skill is really good! " The prince of Germany praised it. "If you take half a move, you will win or lose! A gentleman The cloud Lord also praised. "It is not uncommon for his descendants to have such skills when Wenbo Hou was so talented." The prince of filial piety felt that he should say something in a few words, but Rongfeng was a side branch of the Rong palace. Naturally, he didn't want to boast about it, so he could only say something in disguise. "Sure enough, he is the apprentice of the old man of snow mountain." Night light dye also praised. I wonder if I can throw general Wen down the stage within half a move. I think Wen Sheng is just a bag of straw, and I can throw him down. Rong Jing's face was light. It seemed that such a situation had long been expected by him, and he did not make any statement. "The first round of Wenbo Marquis won! In the second round, Feng Yang, the young master of the old general's house, came on stage! " The referee yelled. One of the following people flew up, and before the referee said to start, he would take the lead. The move is fierce, and it directly hits the face of Rongfeng. Rong Feng dodged lightly. When his sleeves were swinging, he waved his hand easily. Fengyang's body floated out like a touch of willow catkins. People exclaimed again. Then they saw that he had been thrown off the platform, but this time Fengyang planted heavily. Obviously, Rong Feng did it on purpose. "Good!" The old emperor called out again. Prince de and others all nodded. Although the words of praise were not uttered, their facial expressions really showed praise. Although she has lost all her martial arts, her eyesight is still better than that of ordinary people. She saw that Rong Feng's hand was simple, but she threw people out lightly. Obviously, the two people had never touched his half silk clothes. Obviously, he had strong internal power. "The second round of Wenbo Marquis won! The third round of the Ministry of War Minister Prince Wang listen to the translation on stage The referee yelled again. His voice just dropped, a slightly older man flew onto the platform. It was the same as the first two, but in a moment he was knocked off the stage again. "The third round of Wenbo Marquis won! In the fourth round, the prince of Wenchang Prefecture is on the stage The referee yelled again. There's another person flying up below. Like the man just now, he was quickly knocked off the stage. "The fourth round of Wenbo Marquis won! The fifth round... " The referee repeated the same shout. Then he repeated the same action. The man was just on the stage for a moment, then he was thrown off the stage. After that, some people came to the stage, and others stepped down. More than 20 people had been knocked off the stage. In this pavilion, everyone was quiet, only the old emperor occasionally cheered. About half an hour later, more than 100 people were knocked down by Rongfeng. And the referee continued to shout, there was no pause. And Rongfeng on the platform also has no objection. Cloud shallow moon frown, from the stage to look at the stage, only see a black pressure, about a thousand people. She thought, if this kind of wheel battle goes on, how can a thousand people deal with one person? She took back her eyes and looked at the people sitting there. No one had any objection. Her eyes swept over the light face of the scene and the face of the night light dye, who were watching carefully, obviously had no objection. She pursed her lips and turned her head to the old emperor and said, "uncle, if he doesn't lose, will he always be on this stage? You see, there are so many people down there! If it goes on like this, isn't he going to die after winning? "The voice of the cloud light moon is not low enough for everyone in the pavilion to hear. The crowd turned to look at her. The old emperor also withdrew his sight from the field and said with a smile: "this is the rule of the top martial arts masters' meeting over the years. What my heavenly sage man wants is not only martial arts, but also endurance and physical strength. If you can't hold on to it, you can't be the champion of martial arts! " "But so many people in the past year?" Cloud shallow moon asks suspiciously. The old emperor was stunned and looked at the field again. He took back his sight and shook his head. "In the past years, it was about half of these people." "That's it. In the past, it was only half, but this year it has doubled. This is unfair. If the winner on the stage is really tired to death, isn't it that I am the saint of heaven who lacks a talent? " Cloud light moon road. www.novelhall.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
