Monarch of Evernight: Seventy-seven is suddenly warm but then cold

bsp;Qianye's military attack has passed through twenty-five rounds, and there is a faint sound of tide and occasional movement of wind and thunder in his movements. The faint crimson force light on the edge of his fist became more and more intense, and between Song Zining's palms and fingers... The force released seems to have actually collided once!

Song Zining's eyes flashed with surprise, and then turned into a smile. Qianye didn't think there was anything special about this collision of force forces. He just found that Song Zining's force force was completely different from before. It was as flexible as water, seemingly weak but actually strong, waxing and waning, and unpredictable. And Qianye's own original force is still the characteristics of the military expedition, strong and brave, sharp-edged and sharp!

The many big figures in the stands had sharp eyes and had already noticed the small detail just now.

Bo Huayang, who was sitting in the second seat from the lower left of Duke Wei, was surprised and said, "Am I right? The ability to unleash the force below level seven can be considered a genius, but neither of them even needs to secretly teach it." Can combat skills condense into real form? ”

Next to him, Uncle Chang Ping said: "One of them is the seventh son of the direct line of the Song Dynasty, so let's just pay it back. The other one is a commoner..." Before he could finish his words, the situation in the scene changed drastically.

Qianye and Song Zining finally collided with each other, receiving the first blow since the war started! With a "boom" sound, one crimson and one green force light exploded into a ball of dazzling white light, and the two of them flew backwards.

As soon as Qianye stood firm, he saw Song Zining opposite him smiling at him and then raising his hands. In Qianye's strange eyes, the patrolling guards of the Duke's Mansion landed in the fighting arena, and he realized that Song Zining had given up?

The whole place was in an uproar immediately!

Qianye was stunned and asked: "What's wrong with you?"

Song Zining stretched out his hand to hold his chest, frowning slightly and said: "I fought with that bull for too long in the last game, and I have already suffered internal injuries. Being hit by your strong force, it seems that the injury is more serious, but it is not true. The power to fight again."

Qianye was speechless for a moment. Counting the sixth round, this was the second time that his opponent had to admit defeat due to serious frontcourt injuries. What kind of luck is this! But the last time the man left the field, he couldn't even stand still, but Song Zining didn't look like he couldn't afford to be seriously injured.

At this time, even Duke Wei in the stands sent an envoy to inquire. Song Zining's words were still the same as before, so Qianye won this game inexplicably.

The big shots watching the battle were left speechless by the message brought back by the messenger. In the seventh round of the battle, the battle between Song Zining and Wei Potian attracted the most attention. Everyone could see clearly that there was never a head-on collision between the two from the beginning to the end.

The Far Eastern Wei family's secret combat skills 'Qianzhongshan' and 'Transparent Sky Shattering Fist' are famous for their powerful power and high consumption, so Song Zining and others brought Wei Potian down alive, and everyone was still talking at that time Praise Song Zining for his appropriate tactical choice. Is it possible that ‘Thousand Layers of Mountain’ has some unknown anti-injury properties?

Sitting next to Duke Wei was an old man with an unfamiliar face. It was his first time to watch the battle today. Judging from where he was sitting, his status should be quite respected, so he spoke very rudely and frowned. : "Why does the seventh son of the Song family look so unambitious? What kind of internal injury? I think it's true that he doesn't want to fight with the second son of the Zhao family!"

But Duke Wei stroked his beard and said thoughtfully: "I heard that Song Zining entered the line of successors of the Song Dynasty because he had mastered the ancient secret technique 'Three Thousand Floating Leaves Jue'?"

The old man Yi Guanghou nodded, still with a look of hesitation on his face, and said: "No one has mastered this secret technique of the Song Dynasty for hundreds of years. In the history of the empire, the 'Three Thousand Floating Leaves Technique' has been comparable to Dayan Tianji Jue's side by side, but I didn't expect that the disciples of the Song Dynasty who can practice this method would have such a character."

Duke Wei just smiled. Although Marquis Yi Guang was old, his temper was even worse than when he was young. No wonder he was willing to come all the way to participate in a small Tianxuan spring hunt, but the voice he heard was actually directed at Song Zining?

Uncle Huayang was listening to the conversation between the two and interrupted, "Song Zining doesn't seem to have walked around before. There is very little information about him."

Sure enough, Marquis Yiguang said, "He lived in the 'Wen Dao Manor' until he came of age. It was the place where the old emperor of the Song Dynasty spent his old age. Don't let the news there spread to the outside world. Not everyone in the Song clan is qualified to pay tribute to the old lady."

Lao Fengjun of the Song Dynasty, Song Zining's great-grandmother, and Mrs. An Guogong. She is the only Duke's wife in Da Qin whose title is different from that of her husband. In other words, her title comes from her own strength.

While talking, another game also ended, Zhao Junhong defeated Yin Qiqi. Mr. Zhao is indeed a leader of the younger generation. His ability to survive all the way to the finals is proof of this. Moreover, he won every game cleanly and without any stalemate.

In comparison, Qianye's record was very criticized. He almost won the sixth round and the semi-finals without a fight, which was a huge bargain. You must know that although the second place did not have customized firearms, the cumulative bonuses and weapons he could get were worth thousands of gold coins. .

Today's arena competition ends here, and the final battle will be held the next day.

Betting is inevitable on the periphery of any event, especially for large-scale events such as Tianxuan Spring Hunt, where the number of escorts and servants from each family exceeds ten thousand people. However, as soon as the results of the semi-finals came out, the handicap for the decisive battle, which was supposed to be the most popular, suddenly became empty because there was really no suspense.

It wasn't until the evening that the gamblers became slightly more interested. On the newly opened gambling board, more than a thousand gold coins came from nowhere to bet on Qianye Ying. So many people placed bets one after another. Although the odds reached an astonishing 30 to 1, and it took dozens of gold coins to win back one, many people were still willing to do this kind of extra money that was guaranteed to win without losing money. .

Now that the gambling game has gained popularity, even a one-sided bet on Zhao Junhong to win can be regarded as a support for the scene, so after dark, a series of small handicaps were derived. For example, there are bets on how long it will take for Zhao Junhong to win. There are different odds from one minute to thirty minutes, and you can also bet on odd and even numbers of time. You can also bet on how Zhao Junhong will win, such as punching, kicking, secret skills, etc. The odds are also different.

Some people even bet on headbutts in a whimsical way. Of course, the odds of this are extremely high. Everyone knows that the children of the Zhao family always pay attention to their appearance and appearance, and they will never use such a graceless trick. Although they are all small fights with a few gold coins, the atmosphere is lively and full of fun. People have to admire the skills of this new banker today.

Qianye didn't care about the disturbances in the outside world. He spent the whole afternoon meditating in the training room, pushing the Military Attack to the thirty-fifth round again, and then carefully observing the endurance of various parts of his body. You must know that you can reach thirty-five rounds during practice, but you cannot achieve this power in battle. The weapon attack technique is too fierce and intense. If it runs in the blood, it will damage the internal organs. If the force is released through the body, it will be harmful to the body. The damage is even greater.

Qianye just wants to find that limit now. Otherwise, even if Zhao Junhong really abides by the preface and suppresses the force to level five, he may not be able to win with thirty rounds of King of Soldiers Strike. The fifth level of secret combat skills and the standard fifth level are two completely different concepts, just like the difference between an inland airship and an interstellar airship.

Suddenly Qianye's body shook slightly, and the golden blood circulating around his heart suddenly jumped out, passing over the tide of the dawn force like a heron, and took away a ray of force. Qianye was extremely surprised. He couldn't help but sense it and found that the ray of dawn force that was dragged away was particularly refined and pure. It was obviously the essence of thirty-five rounds of force tides that had been repeatedly tempered.

Since in the past, only ordinary blood could grow stronger by swallowing the force of dawn, and golden blood could only devour ordinary blood, Qianye once thought that this was the promotion rule for the power of blood, but now it seems that this is not the case. Thinking back to the fact that the golden blood had swallowed up Director Wen's cold breath before, Qianye couldn't help but have a strange idea: Could it be a picky eater? Disdain the ordinary force and only eat special ones?

This thought made Qianye himself unable to help but laugh. At this time, he has completed today's practice and controlled the tide of the force to slowly recede.

After Qianye returned to his room, a Yin family servant delivered a gift box and a unique letter. He opened it and saw that on the fine rice paper, a few strokes sketched out a lively scene of a spring night outing, followed by a few words of invitation to a banquet, and finally a simple map indicating the direction.

Although the handwriting of the text is unfamiliar, the structure and demeanor have a familiar feeling. Qianye turned over the cover and saw Song Zining's signature. Song Zining had sent similar things here several times in the past few days, but Qianye never saw them once. Qiqi had them throw them out. I don’t know how this thing leaked in?

Qianye looked at the simplified map under the letter again. The location was probably beyond the Chunshou Camp, near the passage to the back mountain. He thought for a while, put away the paper, then said hello to the guard on duty, and walked out of the Yin Family Courtyard.

At this time, at the top of the towering old tree in the back garden, Qiqi was standing there alone, watching Qianye walk out of the gate of the courtyard. His figure disappeared for a moment behind a section of courtyard wall and green shade, then reappeared on a path full of gardenias on the west side of the courtyard, turning around and heading west. That's the direction of the suburbs.

Qiqi’s pair of black eyes were extremely quiet. It was not like she hadn't heard the gossip behind everyone's back. Some people suspected that Song Seventh Young Master's hobbies were different from ordinary people, and some speculated that Seventh Young Master Song was at odds with Miss Qiqi and was deliberately poaching. But Qianye never said anything or even asked.

Qiqi didn’t know what Song Zining was up to, but she knew exactly what Qianye’s attitude meant. Because her own reaction to similar things in the past was the same as Qianye's now, that is, she didn't care at all.

The mountain breeze in spring becomes softer and softer. Even in the evening, the fragrance of the flowers and trees heated by the sunlight during the day has not completely dissipated, carrying a rich warmth. Qiqi walked into the tree canopy, sat down in Qianye's usual spot, and then slowly curled herself up into a small ball.