Monarch of Evernight: Seventy-eight finals

bsp;When they arrived at the place, Qianye discovered that the spring night outing painted by Song Zining was not just drawn by random words, but was actually the scene in front of him.

It was a gently sloping land, with grass growing and orioles flying in the season. Mountain flowers were dotted here and there, and Force wind lanterns floated in mid-air. At first glance, it looked like stars were migrating. These light sources alone are a big deal. The Force lamp itself is valuable, and the resources consumed to be able to hover in the air are even more astonishing.

The banquet follows the ancient etiquette of the ancestors, with one person per seat. There were at least a hundred banquets in the huge venue, with maids and servants carrying tableware and utensils flowing back and forth, and the gauze clothes of the singers and dancers floating like clouds.

Retro style is popular among the upper class nobles of the empire. Qianye has seen a lot of it since he took over Qiqi’s mission. However, today he suddenly had a special feeling. This grand event just a few steps away seemed so unreal. It was as if he and I were in two different worlds.

People in the lower continent are struggling for food for tomorrow, while the resources consumed by a banquet in the upper continent may be able to feed a town. So what is the meaning of the existence of the abandoned land?

The two seats on the throne are tied together, because tonight is a banquet jointly organized by the Zhao clan and the Song clan.

In fact, this is a party to recruit talents, so most of the people who get the invitations are the children of the noble family. Being able to occupy a place on this occasion does not depend on the surname but the strength. Those who are lucky enough to be invited must of course try their best to express themselves. There is an endless stream of people in front of Zhao Junhong and Song Zining's seats, and from time to time someone jumps out to compete. Of course, this is different from the arena competition. It is more about showing special skills rather than fighting to the death.

Song Zining raised his head and saw Qianye in the distance stopping at the edge of the field, even turning around to leave. He immediately called two Song family deacons to stop the guests.

"Qianye!" Song Zining stopped him and said with a smile: "I didn't expect Qiqi to let you come over."

Before Qianye could speak, Song Zining said with regret, "Qiqi and Nangong Wanyun will also jointly hold a banquet tonight. Speaking of which, they have a lot of noble ladies. You missed it!" As he spoke, Song Zining looked back at the banquet venue, then pointed and said, "The dancer in red over there is soft enough. You can take her back later."

Qianye was completely silent now. Even after so many years, his friend's bad taste seemed to have not improved at all.

In the end, Song Zining pulled Qianye to his seat. At this time, everyone's greetings were almost over. Everyone returned to their seats and began to enjoy the wine and food. The skirts of the two rows of dancers on the open space were whirling like flowers in bloom. At the next table, Zhao Junhong was drinking alone.

Qianye recalled the banquet held by Duke Wei at Wu'an Hall on the first day of spring hunting. Except for Zhao Junhong talking to a few people such as Song Zining and Qiqi, the rest of the people couldn't even look at him. He really didn't expect that He would also hold such banquets with the nobles' children.

Song Zining couldn't help but smile when he heard Qianye talking about it: "The people of the Zhao family are just a little arrogant, but they are not stupid. Any family, even the imperial family, needs useful people. In fact, the reason for judging people by their birth is because People with good backgrounds generally have higher talents and more resources. Of course, I also know that this classification will be biased, but in situations where everyone is unfamiliar, this scale is usually effective. ”

Qianye thought for a while and nodded.

Those high-ranking families that existed almost at the same time as the founding of the Qin Dynasty got rich in the first place because their ancestors awakened their talent in the Force. Although neither the dark races nor humans have yet understood the rules, nor can they effectively control the awakening and inheritance of talents, bloodline continuation is recognized as an important way. And after more than 1,200 years of accumulation, these families will of course benefit their descendants, which is not fair or unfair.

The real unfairness actually does not lie in the starting point, but in whether there is enough upward channel. As for complaining about reaching different heights due to different starting points, it is actually meaningless, because the natural reproduction of human beings is inherently different, unlike the blood slaves created by the vampires who can control the level and power. For this natural rule, either change it or accept it.

"But family background is only the first cornerstone. To be truly respected, you must have your own abilities." Song Zining smiled and said: "There is actually nothing wrong with Zhao Junhong's character. At least his ears are much quieter. There are only two kinds of people he cares about, one is of equal status to him, and the other is of equal ability to him."

"After you said that, I am looking forward to fighting him tomorrow." Qianye looked at Song Zining and said, "Actually, I would rather fight you first."

Song Zining blinked and said: "We always have a chance, but so many people regard it as a show of animal taming, so let's forget it."

Qianye suddenly felt that his friend's smile was full of malice, and the image of Wei Potian lying on his back from exhaustion appeared in his mind. He was almost certain that Song Zining did it on purpose, otherwise when Wei Potian's force power was about to bottom out in the later stages, Song Zining could have knocked him out.

"Qianye, where will you go after the Spring Hunt is over?"

Qianye started thinking about this issue when he made the decision that Tianxuan Spring Hunt would be his last mission for Qiqi. In fact, after he left Beacon Town, the question of 'where to go' has been bothering him. Even during those days in Dark Blood City, Qianye felt strongly that he was just a passerby without a destination.

But Qianye had already thought about it now. He said calmly: "I will return to Yongye Continent to kill someone."

Song Zining smiled and said, "It shouldn't take much time just to kill people."

"That's a warrior, it will probably take a long time."

Song Zining's smile suddenly faded, "Why do you have such an enemy? Is it related to your past?" He knew very well what a war general in the Evernight Continent meant. In the upper continent, a war general might just be from a powerful family. A guest minister or a family general, but in Yongye Continent, he is at least a general guarding one place!

"No." Qianye said lightly: "My only few friends in the Evernight Continent are equivalent to dying directly or indirectly at the hands of him and his son. Moreover, he traded black crystals with the dark races."

Song Zining was silent for a while, then slowly asked: "Who is that person?"

"Brigadier General Commander of the 7th Division of the Expeditionary Force, Wu Zhengnan."

The day of the final. There were more people watching the battle in the huge martial arts field than those who participated in the previous few days, and the stands were also extremely full.

When Qianye entered the venue, Zhao Junhong was already standing there, with his hands folded in front of his chest and his eyes slightly closed, as if he was concentrating on keeping his breath and recuperating. Zhao Junhong's eyes suddenly opened, his gaze was like lightning, striking Qianye, and said coldly: "I hope you won't let me down."

Qianye simply replied: "I will do my best."

The trumpet sound of the decisive battle is long and desolate.

Zhao Junhong's body glowed with layers of faint silver light. He suddenly stepped forward and pointed his finger directly between Qianye's eyebrows!

This action seemed gentle, but the silver light on his fingertips instantly became bright and thick, as if it were real. You can know that the power of this strike is no less than that of a force weapon!

Qianye shouted loudly, without dodging or dodging, he punched Zhao Junhong's fingertips without any tricks. He actually had to fight Zhao Junhong head-on at the beginning.

Zhao Junhong was already prepared for Qianye's fierce and tough fighting style. He stretched out his fingers, turned his wrist, and caught his fist. Then he pulled and shook, and Qianye's body suddenly floated up. Half empty. At this time, the crimson light from Qianye's fist met with the silver light from Zhao Junhong's hand, but there was no sound of a force explosion.

Qianye quickly counterattacked with a backhand, used the force to move laterally, passed over Zhao Junhong's head, and landed on the other side. This evasion was so clever that Qianye's body had actually changed several times in the air, and he dodged Zhao Junhong's three consecutive attacks at the last moment. Three rays of silver light shot into the sky almost grazing Qianye's body.

As soon as Qianye landed on the ground, he immediately kicked Zhao Junhong hard in the waist and ribs. But Zhao Junhong only closed his hands, pushed Qianye a few meters away with a slight push, and the second kick in the series naturally failed.

As soon as they met each other, the two exchanged several moves like lightning, and their offense and defense were extremely exciting. When the two separated, a loud cheer suddenly sounded from the martial arts arena.

Even Duke Wei nodded slightly and said, "It's interesting."

Qianye felt awe-struck in his heart. Only at this moment when they were actually fighting on the field did he realize how powerful Zhao Junhong was. Second Young Master Zhao's close combat skills are so excellent that he doesn't look like he was cultivated in the family hothouse. And his Force attribute is probably in conflict with the Battle of Arms. When the two of them fought, the Force force clashed back and forth between the palms of their hands, and they unexpectedly quietly Silent.

Zhao Junhong also looked at Qianye with solemnity, the silver light on his body getting stronger and stronger, and said slowly: "You are indeed very good."

A silver light suddenly lit up between Zhao Junhong's eyebrows, as if a silver eye had opened. His figure moved, and suddenly he seemed to be floating on the water. In an instant, he was in front of Qianye, and he pointed at Qianye again. . However, this time the fingertips were still far apart, and the silver light on the tip was strong, pulling out a solid silver thread and heading straight for Qianye's chest.

Suddenly someone in the audience shouted out loud: "Flowing Silver Sword Pointer!"

The Flowing Silver Sword Finger is one of the most famous secret combat skills of the Zhao Clan. When practiced successfully, the force of the sword becomes as sharp as a sword, and it is unparalleledly sharp and indestructible. This is a warrior-level secret skill, but Zhao Junhong not only mastered it to a small degree at the seventh level, he actually condensed the force sword light. This is genius!

Qianye instantly felt a huge threat coming towards him. This faint silver line actually seemed like a force bomb coming! Without thinking, he shouted deeply and punched again, directly hitting the formed silver cord of the Force!

Qianye's internal battle plan was rapidly advancing, and the tides were superimposed. In the blink of an eye, it was close to thirty rounds. The surging force came out of his fist and hit the silver line hard!

The front end of the silver thread was quickly shattered, but it did not collapse. Instead, it turned into dozens of finer silver threads, piercing into Qianye's original power, tracing back to the source one by one, and trying to penetrate into the body!

As Qianye's force rose and fell, the front wave was not flat but the back wave suddenly rose. A wall-like wave of fists shot out and scattered the silver threads.

And Zhao Junhong also let out a clear whistle, and the silver threads flying around suddenly flew back, twisted, and cut through the incoming wave of force. However, Qianye's force is also extremely resilient. It does not break apart when broken. Instead, it gathers in the center again and continues to move forward.

In the blink of an eye, the two forces have been completely mixed together, colliding and fighting at every level of contact.