Chapter 120 Twenty-Eight Constellations
Only a few people present knew clearly that the speed of Zhao Changhe's sword was somehow deceived by some means, which slightly deceived the visual perception.
When people intersect with each other's weapons, there must be a predicted intersection point, and the strength is at its peak at that time. Just like normal people have a pre-determined landing point when walking. Once they use their strength early, they will probably twist their feet.
Zhao Changhe's sword intersected with Batu's sword a little earlier than normal prediction. At this time, Batu's power had not reached its peak, but Zhao Changhe had been planning for a long time.
At the same time, Zhao Changhe seemed to be violently clashing with this sword, but in fact, he was secretly trying to unload it.
His Liuhe Divine Art was used to increase the power of the Blood Evil Art in the past, so it was able to leapfrog challenges. But at this moment, he used this part of the power to relieve the force, and there was a hint of softness hidden in the most powerful sword.
Just like a knife struck into the water, the water is still flowing, but the rocks in the water are still reverberating, and Batu's strength can no longer withstand it.
Then... Zhao Changhe's knife probably has some skills. It's not as crude and rusty as it seems on the surface. It's at least better than Batu's knife... The sharp sword energy burst out violently, causing Batu's strength to stab him to shrink subconsciously.
The intersection point was wrongly predicted, the strength was wrongly predicted, the weapon was wrongly predicted, three mistakes in one blow. How could Batu, who was so excited that he only wanted to compete with you for strength, not be defeated?
This battle was extremely frustrating for him. He was definitely stronger than Zhao Changhe, but he didn't perform well at all. He was inexplicably swept away like a little wife who had been stripped naked. Until he was helped away by the tribe, he was still confused all the way. , I can’t figure it out.
Even Yue Hongling didn't know how Zhao Changhe achieved this early intersection, how he managed to use the two extremes of strength and softness at the same time...it was very strange.
In the crowd, Tang Buqi murmured to himself: "Could it be Chunshui Sword Technique? How is this possible..."
Those who heard it looked sideways, wondering who could use such a broad sword to perform Chunshui swordsmanship...it didn't look like it at all.
But no matter how he looked at it, Tang Buqi felt that it was a bit similar, especially the feeling of the early intersection. It was like the path of the knife deceiving the vision. It looked a little slower, but in fact it was faster.
That is to say, there is a bit of that kind of skill, which does not include the effect of their skills, so it is only a trace. The sword path is completely different from their sword path, and others will definitely not be able to tell. But how could a Qianlong and core disciple of the Tang family like Tang Buqi not feel anything at all?
Hmm, you keep calling me eldest nephew. I thought it was just a malicious attempt to take advantage of you, but don't tell me that it's actually somewhat true! If it's even remotely true, you're actually still chasing Yue Hongling in front of me? I am Tang Buqi, not Tang Buqi!
Over there, Zhao Changhe looked around the field, only to find that Wan Dongliu was whispering to his subordinates. Soon, more than half of the Caobang people in the hall quietly disappeared. Zhao Changhe knew clearly in his heart that Wan Dongliu had become ruthless and wanted to take advantage of Chili's injury to kill all these alien hidden dragons here.
If this is the case, this person seems to be... okay? Was it that I was too suspicious before?
At this time, Magistrate Qian suddenly spoke: "This is what we should do, show off the power of Daxia! Dongliu, bring some people to protect the foreign markets, don't let people disturb the guests and say that I, Daxia, have no magnanimity."
Zhao Changhe clearly saw the flash of rage in Wan Dongliu's eyes, but he lowered his head to suppress it and whispered: "I understand."
Zhifu Qian stood up from his seat with a smile: "I'm old, and I can't stand it as young warriors as you. I'm going back to rest first. Everyone performed very well today, very good."
He left without even eating. It can almost be concluded that this person came here for the alien platform. He was also not interested in socializing and drinking with these young warriors.
At this moment, even Yue Hongling's eyes turned cold, secretly wondering if there was one more dog officer to be killed.
Zhao Changhe shook his head slightly at her, indicating not to worry, while Yue Hongling tilted her head slightly and said nothing.
Zhao Changhe walked over and lowered his voice: "I know your intention to share the same fate. People like Chili have endless potential and cannot be left alone. Otherwise, they will be a big trouble for China in the future, no less than the King of the Golden Horde and the Khan of the Golden Horde at this time. Great Shaman. But I don’t want to worry about things that far away. I just know that you can’t die. Don’t blame me for being troublesome.”
Yue Hongling looked at him for a long time and said in a low voice: "You are doing it for my life, how can you be ignorant of good and evil?"
"You are two years younger than him, so you have more opportunities." Zhao Changhe silently handed over a bottle of medicine: "Every time I see you... you are always hurt..."
Although she was injured a lot during her travels, she couldn't say how often she got injured. I have been injured twice in the past six months, last time with Cui Yuanyong, who was ranked third in Qianlong, and this time with Chi Li, who was ranked first in Qianlong. These were real battles where I met my opponent, and it was quite difficult not to get injured. The result was that both times Being by his side, letting him see himself at his weakest was like God's will. What Zhao Changhe took out now was the Cui family's wound medicine, which was better than Yue Hongling's own. She was not polite, took it, and joked: "Using Cui Yuanyang's things to pursue Yue Hongling?"
"Huh?" Zhao Changhe was dumbfounded: "No, no, you... I haven't asked you yet, what do you mean by the extra drama just now?"
"It's not interesting." Yue Hongling's face was slightly red, and she tilted her head and said: "I can't do it to make you embarrassed in front of others... Anyway, I only talked about the criteria for choosing a mate, and I didn't say that you can meet it if you meet it... There are many people who meet such standards. It’s gone…”
Zhao Changhe was speechless: "If you think so, others may not. At least they will think that you are okay with me chasing you..."
Yue Hongling thought for a while and suddenly laughed: "I have no objection at all."
Zhao Changhe was stunned.
Yue Hongling staggered upstairs with her hands behind her back playfully: "There are many people who want to pursue me. That's their freedom. Who can care whether others want to pursue you or not? Let's go upstairs for dinner. We are here for a banquet. ”
Zhao Changhe scratched his head, what did she mean?
If you have no objection, then I will really pursue you!
Just as he was about to follow him upstairs, Tang Buqi's dead face suddenly appeared in front of him: "Did the sword you just struck with spring water sword intention? I had a feeling when you blocked my sword that day..."
Zhao Changhe patted him on the shoulder: "A gentleman is not a tool, which means don't be fooled by appearances, but look at the essence. There are so many things similar to Spring Water Sword Intention, how come it is unique to you?"
Tang Buqi's face was expressionless: "The appearance is the sword you use, and the essence is the spring water sword intention."
Zhao Changhe blinked, this nephew is not stupid...
Of course, it is a taboo in the world to steal someone else's swordsmanship. If you want to admit it, you have to admit it to Tang Wanzhuang later. You can't talk nonsense with your eldest nephew. Zhao Changhe rolled his eyes: "If you don't believe me, just ask your cousin. Why are you making a blind guess here? I saved you just now, and you are blocking my way like this?"
Tang Buqi hesitated for a moment and lowered his voice: "I want to invite you to kill Chili and Batu together. They should live in the Foreign Race City."
Zhao Changhe was startled and turned around to look for Wan Dongliu, but he didn't find him. He might have gone upstairs. He thought for a while, shook his head and said: "They are not stupid, they must have been hiding by now. With the prefect covering up, it will be difficult for Brother Wan to find someone. By the way, let me ask you something. I wonder if you have heard of it in Jiangnan for a long time. "
Tang Buqi said: "What?"
“Is there anyone in the grassland or Jiangnan who wears a mask?”
“…This kind of thing is usually only found in the Four Symbol Cult, and it is quite high-level. Have you encountered it? Oh yes, it’s not surprising that the people from the Four Symbol Cult are giving you trouble.”
Zhao Changhe thought of Suzaku’s mask, nodded and said, “If it’s the Four Symbols Sect, whose mask is blue?”
Tang Buqi thought for a while: "It's probably related to water. For example, Ji Shui Leopard and Zhen Shui Earthworm should all be blue."
“Twenty-eight constellations?”
"Yes, you don't think that the Four Symbols Sect only has the Four Symbol Saints, right? Of course there are twenty-eight saints spread all over the world, but unfortunately their identities are very secret, no one knows who they are."
Zhao Changhe pondered for a while and suddenly said: "Have Brother Wan or Xuan Chong left before I came just now?"
"Who pays attention to this? There is always someone to relieve themselves. Why do you ask this? What can you do if you don't have a cup of tea?"
Zhao Changhe smiled brightly: "It's okay, eldest nephew, I found that apart from being a bit stupid, you are pretty good..."
(End of this chapter)