After the fairy disappeared

Chapter 1467 We have no grudges against each other

Yes, you can also bet on a tie!
Their minds were only concerned with winning or losing, and they were led into a ditch!
He Lingchuan didn't care what others thought, he just looked around with high spirits: "Is there anyone else who wants to go against us?"

As he said this, his eyes swept over He Yang and looked him up and down several times. When this man was staring at him, he suddenly raised his little finger at He Yang!
He Yang's eyes narrowed and his jaw tightened.

provocative?

He hasn't even started looking for trouble with the guy named He, but instead the other party comes to provoke him first?
Under his cold gaze, He Lingchuan shook his little finger and started picking his ears.

Why are you so fierce? You won't let people clean their ears in public?
He Yang couldn't bear to see him looking so pleased, so he whispered, "Palace Master, I'll go place the bet!"

Qingyang frowned: "He won't bet with you."

He Yang didn't give up: "Let me give it a try?"

Qingyang said nothing. In her opinion, this was a complete waste of time.

He Yang waited for a while, and seeing that the betting deadline was about to end, he strode out.

The Palace Master didn't agree, but he didn't object either.

Qingyang suddenly reached out to stop him.

He Yang thought he had displeased her, but Qing Yang just whispered a few words in his ear and then said, "Go."

"Yes!"

He Yang walked to He Lingchuan's desk and looked down at him:
"Let's start another round, you and I will bet alone."

He Lingchuan sat leisurely: "Okay, how much do you want to bet?"

He Yang took out a hook from his arms. The claw was about two feet long and looked like some kind of animal bone. There was a sharp barb on the tip of the claw. It was a weapon for opening the abdomen.

The claws are golden, but the tips are a little black.

"This is made from the palm bone of the Great Colorful Immortal from the Middle Ages. It can break gold and split stone, and can give the owner the power of three tigers. It also has many other magical uses. The market price is at least 150,000 taels."

When He Lingchuan heard this, he knew that the "Colorful Immortal" should be a tiger immortal with profound Taoism.

"Okay, I'll take 150,000." He Yang followed Qingyang and didn't look like a poor man at all. Why didn't he take out some silver notes?

"No! If you lose, get out of Tianshui City tomorrow morning and get out of Yao Country within seven days, otherwise I will personally send you off."

The King Yao, who was not far away, showed a listening expression.

He Lingchuan hissed softly and pointed at the tiger claw: "It's just this one thing, only 150,000 taels, the stakes are not equal. Lord He, do you know how much this work in my hands is worth? Sorry, I won't take your offer."

The officials nearby looked at each other, not daring to laugh out loud. But He Yang saw their expressions:

Just 150,000 taels, and you want to drive people out of Tianshui City? How many more 150,000 taels can He Xiao earn in the future?
He Yang put his hands on the table, staring at He Lingchuan and saying word by word: "The Palace Master is kind-hearted and will give you one last chance. If you are a smart person, you should seize it."

This is an ultimatum.

Qingyang was warning him that as long as He Lingchuan stopped opposing her and left Tianshui City immediately, she would forgive him and let him go.

Even King Yao held his chin, waiting for He Lingchuan's answer.

He Lingchuan looked up at He Yang and smiled politely: "What else?"

He Yang looked at him steadily, tilted his head, and lowered his voice: "Actually, I hope you can stay."

He Lingchuan nodded: "I will leave when it's time. Thank you for your concern, Lord Lao He."

If it weren't for the fact that the fierce dragon cannot cross the river, why is he here?
At this moment, a chime sounded on the stage and the battle began.

Once the fight starts on the stage, betting inside and outside the venue will also end.

He Yang looked down at He Lingchuan and smiled meaningfully: "You're welcome."

He turned and walked back to his seat.

On the dance floor, Qu Ruhai looked General Chongwu up and down and said, "Are you the one who will take over Xue Zongwu's position? Is there no one left in Yao Country? Even the Pixia people can come to the border?"

General Chongwu said nothing, knowing that Qu Ruhai wanted to provoke him.

He raised his hand and shot out an arrow from his sleeve. While Qu Ruhai was dodging, he rushed forward and aimed the square shield in his hand at the opponent's neck.

The mirror watched and commented: "Oh, this start is similar to yours."

In the blink of an eye, General Chongwu and Qu Ruhai were in close combat.

When these two people fought, their momentum, movements and speed were completely different from the previous groups of warriors. They entered into a stalemate as soon as they met.

Soul Mirror couldn't help but ask He Lingchuan: "Hey, do you really think Qu Ruhai will win?"

He Lingchuan shook his head slightly: "It's okay."

He doesn't care who wins or loses between the two.

What does it have to do with him?
But he wanted to take a closer look at the fighting level and style of these two generals.

He had seen Chong Wu take action before, so he focused on Qu Ruhai.

This man looked and spoke in a rough manner, his swordsmanship was unrestrained and every strike was crisp and clean.

Chongwu's delicacy and his roughness are a sharp contrast, one for defense and the other for attack.

King Yao said that this time we have to stop at the right time, so the life-and-death fighting style on the battlefield cannot be used.

So the two men fought each other with clanging swords, sparks flying everywhere, and it was a very beautiful fight. The officials watching the fight kept clapping and cheering.

In addition to attacking and defending, General Chongwu would also use magic whenever he could. According to official regulations, Yuanli could not be used in the martial arts arena, and the two people had to rely entirely on their own strength to fight. This was when magic came in handy.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Qu Ruhai probably didn't want to use his best skills in front of the Yao people, so he didn't use the sword he carried with him on the battlefield, but instead used a pair of brass hand-swords.

He Lingchuan had seen many strange weapons on the battlefield, but this kind of hand-covered sword was the first time he had seen it. The hilt of the sword was inserted on the back of Qu Ruhai's hand, and no one knew how it was fixed. The blade was triangular, not straight, but with an inward arc.

He Lingchuan always felt that this appearance was somewhat familiar. He had seen it somewhere before. After thinking for a long time, he suddenly realized:
Damn, isn’t this the shape of the bow of a small boat?
As soon as he saw the shape of the hand sword, He Lingchuan knew that it was better at stabbing and sweeping. Sure enough, Qu Ruhai's attack methods were mainly based on these two, and with a little change, there were more than a dozen combos available. One of the "serial stabs" was a continuous attack of more than 30 times within two breaths. The frequency reminded He Lingchuan of Aunt Zhu's claw attack, but the spider queen had eight claws, while Qu Ruhai only had two.

After this set of attacks, Chongwu finally failed to dodge and was stabbed in the leg, with blood gushing out.

However, Qu Ruhai abandoned defense and focused on attacking, so his defense was inevitably weak, and he was injured twice by heavy weapons during this period.

The two men fought bloody battles like wounded beasts, and the atmosphere outside the arena became increasingly heated.

Finally, General Chongwu suffered another heavy blow on the shoulder, but Qu Ruhai was also knocked off the dance floor by his two ice arrows and fell into the cold spring with a plop.

The spring water was instantly dyed red.

When King Yao saw this, he finally clapped his hands and said:

"Okay, let's stop here. I'll call it a draw. What do you think?"

All the officials seconded the motion.

They didn't want Chongwu to be defeated, nor did they dare to think about Qu Ruhai being killed, so a draw was a good idea.

Only King Yao was slightly disappointed. He had hoped that Chongwu could defeat Qu Ruhai and save some face for him, but this round was not a real life-and-death fight, and he also knew that it would be difficult for Chongwu to really pin Qu Ruhai to the ground.

Alas, if only Xue Zongwu were still alive.

Qu Ruhai jumped out of the water. The frost on his face was getting thicker and thicker. He quickly used his true strength to drive away the cold.

He and General Chongwu both sat back in their original seats, and their men began to treat their wounds.

The palace servants began to settle the bets.

He Lingchuan took his share with a smile.

Although the odds of a tie are not high, a small win is still a win.

He grabbed a handful of banknotes, fanned them a few times like a fan, and then put them into his pocket.

Gu Xuan and Yu Wenyong were watching from the side with mixed emotions.

The palace guards hurriedly cleaned up the dance floor, and the usher shouted, "Next show—"

The next one was scheduled in advance.

But before Qingyang could finish his words, He Yang stepped forward and said in a deep voice, "It's our turn."

There was a sudden silence in the venue.

Is the leader of the Qingwei going to take action?

Everyone was wondering, who are they going to deal with openly this time?
Qu Ruhai was about to swallow a pill, but when he heard this he was stunned and accidentally bit through the pill coating.

Damn, it’s so bitter.

He quickly picked up the wine glass and took several big gulps to flush the medicine powder into his stomach.

The gurgling sound is particularly harsh in a quiet venue.

He Yang looked at him coldly, and then continued: "I heard that Master He once defeated the deputy governor of Tongxinwei in Chiyan Country.

Great, superb skills, I have someone here who wants to ask for advice from Master He. "

He tilted his head back and saw a man walking out from among the Qingwei. He was in his forties, with a long beard and white face, and looked more like a scholar than a warrior.

He stood inconspicuously among the Qingwei, but as soon as he walked out, He Lingchuan immediately felt that this man was extraordinary.

"This is Master Ding Qingshan, Master He of the Island..."

He Lingchuan didn't wait for He Yang to challenge him to a fight, and said, "You want this Ding Zhenren to challenge me? I don't think it's appropriate. We have no grudges against each other."

Everyone found it funny that 90% of those who went on stage to fight had no personal grudges.

Isn't it driven by the lord?

He Yang smiled and said, "Master He, you don't want to fight, but you don't want to leave either, and you want to ruin your master's show?"

He Lingchuan looked at King Yao after hearing this. The latter sat steadily under the tree, looking as if it had nothing to do with him.

But this was his birthday ceremony. In theory, He Lingchuan should abide by the rules of the duel in front of the emperor and respond to any challenge. Even Luodian man Qu Ruhai abided by it, so how could He Lingchuan be an exception? Besides, the Yao King just said that it was all the Yao people who had to compete among themselves, which would be boring for the foreign envoys watching the ceremony.

This was originally an invitation to fight Qu Ruhai, but He Yang used it to his advantage.

If He Lingchuan doesn't go, he will have to find someone to replace him.

Wanqi Feng had been standing behind He Lingchuan without saying a word. He took a step forward and whispered, "My Lord, I'm here."

He Lingchuan ignored him and only asked He Yang:
"Is this a fight to the death or a fight to the death?"

Qu Ruhai, who was not far away, touched his nose, realizing that his words had been learned by this guy.

He Yang said without blinking: "If we want to present a wonderful performance in front of the emperor, it must be a fight to the death."

There was total silence in the audience, and even the dullest person could tell what was going on.