(Anti-theft chapter, replaced at 9 a.m.)

Today, the wind blew in the wrestling arena, bringing a long-lost chill.

Outside the second court, Li Ji's impact on Zhao Guang had not yet dissipated, and the No. 7 court where Ji Jiashu was located was also in a bad mood.

The winner of the No. 7 game was Meng Shi, but everyone had expected Ji Jiashu before.

After all, he is the most famous player in the No. 7 field.

"What's going on? Zhao Huajun lost, but now even Chunhuajun lost?"

"Who did you lose to? Mengshi or Mohua?"

There was a lot of discussion around, especially the people of Nanchu, who were mostly suspicious and disbelief on their faces.

"How could Chunhuajun lose? Could someone be cheating?"

"What happened over the 7th Field?" Jiang Yuanyuan grabbed a man from 7th Field to 2nd Field and asked, "Who and who are they with whom in the end?"

The practitioner stopped and grabbed his hair, "It was Chunhuajun and the Northern Wei stepson."

It seems that Ji Jiashu has entered the final battle.

"That's Jiashu defeated Mo Hua and lost to Meng Shi," Chen Zichu swallowed and said in confusion, "But didn't Meng Shi lose to Mo Hua during the first-level ceremony? It's logical that he should be weaker than Mo Hua."

"That's a swordsmanship battle," a calm male voice came from the distance. Ying Baoyue looked up and Li Ji walked out of the wrestling arena, followed by the dejected Zhao Guang.

Li Ji stopped in front of Ying Baoyue, Chen Zichu and others, looked back and said lightly, "This is a wrestling ring."

"But even if you fall, Jiashu is better than everyone here..." Chen Zichu muttered.

"What happened? Let's talk about it later when we go back," Ying Baoyue said, "My battle should be about to begin."

Now most wrestling arenas have decided on the final qualifying candidates, with only the No. 6 and No. 8 left.

Ying Baoyue and others walked towards Field No. 8. Just as they passed Field No. 6, they saw that the people of Hou Liao were cheering and excited.

"Is this the game finished with the No. 6?" Zhao Guangqi said, "Who won?"

"Game No. 6, winner, Murong Feixing!" "You have to add riding and shooting, so I dare not believe it," Ji Jiashu took a deep breath, "After all, I lost to you in the polo battle at the first level."

This was the only place where he was not as good as that when he was young. He was young and frivolous at that time and was still hit hard.

"What's wrong with you losing to me?" Mo Hua patted his legs as solid as steel. "We Northern Wei people grew up on horseback. Our legs have been competing with horses since childhood. They have been many times harder than you southerners. They have specialized in their professions. It is not normal for southern practitioners to beat us."

"I admit this," Ji Jiashu looked at Mo Hua's legs, "but I didn't expect there was someone harder than yours."

When he met Mo Hua in Nanchu, he thought that this person was hiding his identity to protect the little girl dressed in a man.

But now it seems...thing is a bit wrong.

Ji Jiashu quietly turned around and looked at the woman who was actually one year older than Mo Hua.

Not to mention anything else, at least Meng Shi really has the ability to throw Mo Hua to the ground.

If she was even stronger than Mo Hua’s riding and shooting, Ji Jiashu could only express shock. He looked at Mo Hua with a subtle expression, "I understand a little bit why you like her now."

Mo Hua rolled his eyes, "What do you think of me?"

He did not fall in love with Mengshi at first sight.

"Short long after I met her for the first time, because the royal family was dissatisfied with the appearance of a civilian stepson, the royal family held a riding and shooting competition to choose a stepson," Mo Hua said lightly, "I also participated in that riding and shooting competition."

"She stole my prey."

Ji Jiashu said, "This is really rare."

Most people can't do it.

"This did catch my attention," Mo Hua said, "but I realized later that the so-called hunting was just a playhouse for her."

For the royal family, riding and shooting are a pastime, a means of showing off their strength, but for her, it is the only way to save her life.

"You will know what she can do afterwards."

The Hou Liao people, who were bare chests and arms exposed, raised the young boy in the crowd and threw it high.

"It was Feng Huajun who won?" Chen Zichu blinked, "Is it just that he has reached the quarterfinals. Are the people of Liao so excited?"

Jiang Yuanyuan glanced at Li Ji who was walking in the end and shrugged, "Can you not be excited? This is the only one among the six young masters of the Warring States Period who entered the quarterfinals of wrestling."

The group of people looked a little subtle, and they all felt sorry for Ji Jiashu and Li Ji.

However, Ying Baoyue had no regrets. She quietly watched Murong Feilan, who was smiling and clapping her brother in the crowd, just because she knew that there shouldn't be any one.

Murong Feilan was the number one warrior in Hou Liao ten years ago, and his wrestling, equestrian and archery were the first among practitioners below the Tianzhai level of Hou Liao.

Murong Feixing is unlikely to beat him.

Of course, it is not ruled out that Murong Feixing is very talented at a young age. Anyway, no one in the Murong family suffers any loss.

Curious about the situation on Ji Jiashu, Ying Baoyue accelerated her pace. "You insisted on riding and shooting, so I dare not believe it," Ji Jiashu took a deep breath, "After all, I lost to you in the polo battle at the first-level ceremony."

This was the only place where he was not as good as that when he was young. He was young and frivolous at that time and was still hit hard.

"What's wrong with you losing to me?" Mo Hua patted his legs as solid as steel. "We Northern Wei people grew up on horseback. Our legs have been competing with horses since childhood. They have been many times harder than you southerners. They have specialized in their professions. It is not normal for southern practitioners to beat us."

"I admit this," Ji Jiashu looked at Mo Hua's legs, "but I didn't expect there was someone harder than yours."

When he met Mo Hua in Nanchu, he thought that this person was hiding his identity to protect the little girl dressed in a man.

But now it seems...thing is a bit wrong.

Ji Jiashu quietly turned around and looked at the woman who was actually one year older than Mo Hua.

Not to mention anything else, at least Meng Shi really has the ability to throw Mo Hua to the ground.

If she was even stronger than Mo Hua's riding and shooting, Ji Jiashu could only express shock. He looked at Mo Hua with a subtle expression, "I understand a little about why you like her now." The Hou Liao people, who were bare chests and exposed their arms, raised the young boy in the crowd and threw it high.

"It was Feng Huajun who won?" Chen Zichu blinked, "Is it just that he has reached the quarterfinals. Are the people of Liao so excited?"

Jiang Yuanyuan glanced at Li Ji who was walking in the end and shrugged, "Can you not be excited? This is the only one among the six young masters of the Warring States Period who entered the quarterfinals of wrestling."

The group of people looked a little subtle, and they all felt sorry for Ji Jiashu and Li Ji.

However, Ying Baoyue had no regrets. She quietly watched Murong Feilan, who was smiling and clapping her brother in the crowd, just because she knew that there shouldn't be any one.

Murong Feilan was the number one warrior in Hou Liao ten years ago, and his wrestling, equestrian and archery were the first among practitioners below the Tianzhai level of Hou Liao.

Murong Feixing is unlikely to beat him.

Of course, it is not ruled out that Murong Feixing is very talented at a young age. Anyway, no one in the Murong family suffers any loss.

Curious about the situation on Ji Jiashu, Ying Baoyue accelerated her pace. "You insisted on riding and shooting, so I dare not believe it," Ji Jiashu took a deep breath, "After all, I lost to you in the polo battle at the first-level ceremony."

This was the only place where he was not as good as that when he was young. He was young and frivolous at that time and was still hit hard.

"What's wrong with you losing to me?" Mo Hua patted his legs as solid as steel. "We Northern Wei people grew up on horseback. Our legs have been competing with horses since childhood. They have been many times harder than you southerners. They have specialized in their professions. It is not normal for southern practitioners to beat us."

"I admit this," Ji Jiashu looked at Mo Hua's legs, "but I didn't expect there was someone harder than yours."

When he met Mo Hua in Nanchu, he thought that this person was hiding his identity to protect the little girl dressed in a man.

But now it seems...thing is a bit wrong.

Ji Jiashu quietly turned around and looked at the woman who was actually one year older than Mo Hua.
Chapter completed!