Chapter 2749: Full Sails and Swift Boats

If Er Zhuhe were here, he would certainly inspect everywhere to see if Jiang Zhenjun's eyes were hidden here.

Give this little flatterer some credit! He's genuinely...someone who thinks he's speaking the truth!

But everyone in the room was very silent.

Zhenhe Zhenjun might not remember your flattery, but how could he ignore your slander?

"I have never seen Rao Bingzhang, but even through a few words and phrases, I can feel his demeanor."

Zhuge Zuo sat straight, his legs together. The book he often read was closed and placed on his knees. He was exercising his finger joints, doing so right on the book cover.

"What a proud person Ji Zhaonan was, and Rao Bingzhang even defeated him. I actually looked forward to his return, wanting to experience what Ji Zhaonan called 'human true unparalleled,' wanting to see that field of snow Zhenhe Zhenjun念念不忘. But he has already sunk forever in the demon world, and the Da Qi army god's fist has been sacrificed for this. Such a character, even if he did return... it wouldn't be in this way."

Someone who returned in such a shameful way would not be the 'act and three think' Rao Bingzhang.

Zhuge Zuo had this judgment, not because of Rao Bingzhang's character, but because Rao Bingzhang was still very young when he sacrificed himself.

If you extend the timeline to a thousand years, ten thousand years, many things become uncertain.

The emptiness of time will kill many heroes.

Speaking of the waiting room, there were a total of four people inside, but only three voices were always discussing.

That young general in armor sat alone, with his knife held horizontally on his knee, eyes closed, cultivating his spirit from beginning to end.

He didn't go to see the Kuiming Race of the Waiceng Frontier, nor did he participate in the so-called secrets being spread by the crowd... he isolated himself from others.

When a group of people gather to chat, if you don't join in, it's easy to become the one being talked about. Gong Weizhang obviously didn't mind.

Bao Xuanjing turned his head to look at him: "Young Master Gong seems a bit unconcerned?"

Gong Weizhang lazily corrected his address: "What do I need to care about?"

The young boy from the East Country, Xiao Boye, looked serious: "If there really is an old decay borrowing a corpse to return his soul and competing on stage, isn't it too unfair to players like us who purely rely on our own talent?"

Gong Weizhang's tone was calm: "The Huanghezhihui inner mansion realm has never had an age limit. Other realms have nothing to do with me."

Bao Xuanjing rolled his eyeballs: "What if there's someone like that in our room? If I were possessed by a founding meritorious official of the Da Qi Empire, wouldn't you feel wronged if you lost?"

Everyone laughed.

Everyone knew it was a joke. He was the descendant of a famous family, a proper Boye of the Qi Country. From birth to now, he had been watched by tens of thousands of people. How could there be a possibility of being possessed?

Gong Weizhang didn't laugh.

"The rules don't forbid old decay from borrowing a corpse to return their soul. Even if there were such rules, if that person could deceive so many people and ascend the stage in the hall under the eyes of Zhenhe Zhenjun and the emperors of the six countries, that's their ability. Those without this ability should accept it."

He said indifferently: "People who can cross the rules were never meant to be restrained by them."

"As for the founding meritorious officials of the Da Qi Empire?" He finally opened his eyes and glanced at Bao Xuanjing: "They're not that impressive. Change it to the batch that restored the country!"

"Good boy, you're so arrogant." Bao Xuanjing gritted his teeth: "How about changing it to the batch that ruled the country? For example, Lou Lan Gong?"

Zhuge Zuo pulled out a handkerchief and made a gesture of wiping sweat: "...Can we even talk about this?"

Bao Xuanjing waved his hand: "My family's emperor is unparalleled in the world, what does he care about these things!"

Gong Weizhang put his hand on the knife sheath, with a kind of seriousness different from their jokes: "As long as my knife can reach the limit of this realm, no old guy can defeat me in this realm. It's all the same."

"But if that person uses power beyond this realm, or possesses power that cannot be reached by the inner mansion, they absolutely cannot deceive the eyes of Zhenhe Zhenjun and will be exposed on the spot."

"Since everything is happening within the inner mansion realm, what is there to fear!"

"If I don't reach the limit of the contemporary inner mansion, then I deserve to lose. I accept it."

Speaking of this, he just looked at the reflecting sky curtain, which was showing the matches: "I don't know what borrowing a corpse to return a soul or a heavenly master returning is. I only know that Xu Zhiyi has already fallen under my knife. She's not the first, nor will she be the last."

Zhuge Zuo had a toothache. Although he was young, his mind was deep and he didn't quite understand youthful frivolity... of course, he saw old age frivolity every day too.

He only knew that things could not be exhausted, and people could not be completely predicted. Everything had 'unexpected' changes. If this was guided by a person with a heart and indulged by a person with a heart, and it truly existed... facing that kind of opponent, he couldn't win even if he used his last resort.

He could only rely on approaching perfection in calculating the known material. And that kind of existence coming to this Huanghezhihui, is it possible to do it truly perfectly?

Bao Xuanjing's joking expression had not yet disappeared. He lowered his head and swallowed another pill.

At this moment, he understood what he still lacked compared to the truly born and contemporary absolute world proud ones.

He lacked that fearless sharp intent!

He was already a true person, the unique Bao Xuanjing in the world.

He had his own young and infinitely potential body, with a born destiny, an unreachable noble identity, and a soul that was once close to transcendence.

Past experiences completed him, and also restricted him.

Let him walk every step on the path of cultivation perfectly.

And also let him, even back in such a young age... unable to have the feeling of youth.

He could never be like Gong Weizhang.

Not caring about anyone or anything, not caring about what the rumors were discussing... only asking if his knife had reached the absolute peak!

"Brother Gong's words are wonderful and can certainly be a teacher!"

Chen Yanxun, as a young scholar with ideals, was naturally easily infected by spirit.

This time, he sat straight and also released a few points of youthful豪情: "What need to care about rumors! What need to care about others! If I reach the degree where I cannot transcend in the inner mansion realm, no matter what kind of opponent, how can they influence my forward path... let us encourage each other!"

Zhuge Zuo thought quietly.

Bao Xuanjing was still in self-reflection.

Gong Weizhang didn't react.

Gong Zhiliang, the former prime minister of the Yue Country, had a piece of calligraphy that was written very well and praised as the 'Qian Tang absolute pen'.

The content of this calligraphy was "I will hide my節 while in this world, Zhiliang will be the minister."

Looking at his experience, he had a life of郁结 at the time, but his calligraphy did not have a single point of郁气.

His life was limited by his talent, and he couldn't be the best, but he knew what was good, and perhaps made not-so-good choices in the end... only because he怀节 in Yue, Zhiliang while相.

Gong Tianya's sword was named after 'hide節'.

This sword had a green bamboo sheath, shaped like the sharp edge of a bamboo leaf, but the entire body did not show bamboo joints, seeming to be cut flat. However, holding the sheath in hand, one could truly feel the existence of '節',嶙峋兀有. The sword sheath was very heavy, and the sword body was very light.

Like him, a very childish锋芒, and a very heavy burden.

Hide節 was ultimately unable to win over怀.

When that greatly famous Central Heavenly Emperor's佩sword hung above Gong Tianya's eyebrows, he only received the sword with an arched hand and said: "Received the teaching."

He truly had a very潇洒 appearance. If it weren't for the country changing and his home changing, he should also be a潇洒随性翩翩 young man.

Now, everything was凝眉, yet there was a point of bright moon朗照 calm.

There was no deep hatred, only solid regret after effort.

When Yu Xianyu released goodwill on stage and asked if he, with such talent, wanted to develop in the middle domain.

He only said: "I'll go home after the match. This year's summer rice is about to ripen."

No one from Yue Country accompanied him to participate this year. He came alone and left alone.

Now, with 'De Min Hui' as the main governing body, the political system of Yue Country was quite loose.

They no longer regarded Chu Country as an imaginary enemy, but opened their doors wide and allied with various sides. Song Country, Wei Country, Li Country, Jiange, Shushan... no matter where they came from, they were all welcome. They only focused on people's livelihood as the main political direction.

In recent years, they have been widely cultivating spirit plants, aiming to make this the foundation of people's livelihood... the water and soil of Qian Tang benefited from Fengze, giving them a great advantage in this aspect.

The declining farmer families, who had been in decline for a long time, now had many disciples, bringing bags filled with good seeds and earthly treasures from various places to cultivate in Yue land.

They even brought Gong Tianya, this orthodox Confucian disciple, who now used his sword with several points of a farmer's style...

Undercurrents surged beneath the water, and boats sailed fast on the surface. Perhaps influenced by the atmosphere of an impending storm, the matches in the Waiceng field advanced very quickly.

Compared to the gentleman's contest between the four strong races in the previous match, the confrontation between Lu Ye and Ji Sansi was much more 'bloody'.

In the end, Ji Sansi used that gun, which had been sharpened by Rao Bingzhang for thirteen years, astonishing the entire field, piercing Lu Ye's chest and entering his heart by half an inch...

Unfortunately, before this, Lu Ye's fist had already轰 shattered Ji Sansi's throat.

Shao Hua之锋, thus could not advance further.

The line of the army god, thus, had no edge in the Kuiming. That year, Rao Bingzhang bowed in second place. After Ji Zhaonan three nine one nine years later, he and others became Li Yi's backdrop in the Unlimited field. Wang Yiwu lost the domestic selection, letting Jiang Wang, who emerged horizontally, ascend to the top...

Today, Ji Sansi also stopped at the four strong.

But he did not lose unjustly.

Lu Ye's fist techniques were wide open and closed, showing divine purity. Under huge pressure, he leaped instead. He actually had a breakthrough in the four strong races field. His fist had the potential to fill the sea, already pointing directly to本真!

If Ji Sansi's gun wasn't too amazing, he wouldn't have been injured. He firmly grasped the fighting situation for the absolute most time, pressuring Ji Sansi to the point of gasping for air, unable to take risks and gamble,寄托 winning or losing on one move.

Before the match, probably no one thought that the final of the Huanghezhihui Waiceng field would actually be a confrontation between martial artists.

This is also a mark of the great rise of martial arts!

Since Martial Sage Wang Xiao轰 opened the martial arts on New Year's Eve in Daoli three nine two eight years, martial arts had been developing in the fog for many years and accumulating for many years, and then welcomed a well喷式 burst.

Wu Xun's more凌厉 fierce soldier family martial arts; Wei Country's dantian martial arts; Qi Country's Hua Ying Gong master Jiang Wuyou's Dao martial arts unity; Jing Country's Daozang martial arts centered on Ji Jinglu, relatively more中正 peaceful; Shu Weijun's Mo martial arts that emphasizes physical perfection... various schools, not one at a time.

Even Zhong Liyan Bo collected the strengths of the South Chu martial wind and formed a势大力沉,蛮横肆意 martial arts style, which was also regarded as a source flow of martial arts, and at that time, people called it 'Chu martial arts'.

Of course, Zhong Li Yan himself named it 'Yan martial arts'... when martial arts had not yet been opened, knowledgeable people saw that this was a great road that was enough to run parallel to the current cultivation path and penetrate the heavens.

But no one thought it would develop so rapidly.

Fourteen years ago, there wasn't a single martial artist who could stand on the final stage. This year, in this grand meeting where the absolute world proud ones competed for the absolute top, martial artists had already advanced to determine one Kuiming.

This is also because the foundation of martial arts had been tamped solid, and the front road was not yet open. Now that the front road is clear, those absolute world proud ones naturally don't need to avoid the Dao while walking.

Even because martial arts are newly opened and the heaven and earth are vast, there are more opportunities, and those geniuses with great ambitions will be more inclined to this road...

If the earliest Zhong Li Yan hadn't failed to defeat Dou Zhao and bit down with a fierce determination to surpass him, he wouldn't have been able to walk the path of martial arts.

"Yu Xianyu and Lu Ye... please ascend the final stage."

As a qualified referee, Jiang Wang saluted the audience on stage and invited both players to enter the field.

Lu Ye had already healed from his injuries and specially rested for an hour, returning to his peak state.

Yu Xianyu, on the other hand, maintained her peak state from beginning to end, always sitting quietly by the field.

Chun Yugui, the leader of the Jing Country team, didn't care about the cost, specially opened up a small world to help her 温养 her heart and spirit, so that she wouldn't be affected by various interferences.

It had already come to the last moment.

Yu Xianyu's face was like a quiet abyss, and she slowly ascended the stage. She had already entered the Dao intent of the 'three robbery wash dust realm'.

At this moment, unstained by robbery numbers, untainted by dust, she would completely return to本真,焚神 boiling intent,穷尽 everything, and with this, push her heaven行 martial arts.

If she said that before the four strong races opened, she still had a seventy percent chance of defeating Lu Ye, after Lu Ye had another breakthrough and his fist pressed Ji Sansi, she admitted that she was the one with a smaller chance of winning.

But victory and defeat are never compared by numbers on paper. She wanted to use this Kuiming之戰, watched by tens of thousands of people, to temper her yet mature martial arts. If she succeeded, she would also独 open a path and stand on the mountain top in martial arts.

Victory and defeat would naturally be in her grasp.

If she failed...

She didn't consider the possibility of failure.

Indeed, human power is sometimes limited, but true heroes are the kind of people who turn the impossible into possible... like the Demon Slayer Heavenly Monarch!

Lu Ye's footsteps were consistently heavy. Every moment, he was practicing his old dragon pile and pushing his sick donkey mill. But when he slowly walked up the stage today...

Everyone felt that something was wrong.

Huang Sheli was still there complaining to the other cabinet members about their several guards being on the edge of the martial arts stage, and privately forming groups to chat.

"He says he'll withdraw from the cabinet and withdraw from the cabinet, says he'll advance in the Waiceng field and advance! Who did he discuss it with? The tickets have to be refunded again, and this match is still the cheapest price... how much ticket money is lost inside and out!"

Just as she was speaking, she suddenly lifted her眸子, still sitting on the chair, but her hair was already tense, and her eyes instantly became凌厉 and sharp!

Under the gaze of tens of thousands of people, Lu Ye had already walked onto the stage and came before Yu Xianyu.

This was a long-awaited encounter. Yu Xianyu was a very typical proud person from a major country, with extraordinary talent and extremely high vision. She had a very clear plan for the future. When she拜师 Ji Jinglu that year, she had already set her sights on this Huanghezhihui Kuiming.

And Lu Ye had only walked step by step, lowering his head and looking at the road, walking to today.

They took different paths and met at the peak of Waiceng.

In the past, Chong Xuanzun fought against Dou Zhao, and they both grasped their own Dao. Their battles, and their confrontations with this world, all had unique understandings. In the end, they contributed a field of wonderful and absolute performance.

Today's Lu Ye and Yu Xianyu were also like this, each with their own path, each moving forward. Everyone expected a re-showing of a duel between two proud individuals.

Lu Ye walked onto the stage, arriving at the mountain peak where his martial boots had finally landed after traversing for many years.

He was just one step away from Kuiming, and his opponent was right in front of him.

He looked at Yu Xianyu, deeply looked at her...

Then he said: "No need to compete, I admit defeat."

The world was in an uproar!!