(Anti-theft chapter, replaced at 10 a.m.)

The enemy is strengthened before the exam, adding a layer of pressure to the already tense final round of battles.

"The strength of the Northern Wei Dynasty is now strong again," Song Qian looked around Ji Jiashu and Li Ji and others, meaningfully saying, "I haven't known who will win to death."

Northern Wei, Eastern Wu, and Southern Chu.

The practitioners between the three powerful countries have always been secretly competing. Because of Ji Jiashu and Li Ji's existence, the Southern Chu and Eastern Wu had the advantage in the first few rounds, and the Northern Wei nationality did not appear much in the next few rounds, and many people were secretly

Ridiculously slandered the practitioners of the Northern Wei Dynasty.

But this time, the Northern Wei Dynasty suddenly added one place to level 4 before the battle, and its strength once again became strong. It strengthened the enemy before the exam, adding a layer of pressure to the already tense final round of battles.

"The strength of the Northern Wei Dynasty is now strong again," Song Qian looked around Ji Jiashu and Li Ji and others, meaningfully saying, "I haven't known who will win to death."

Northern Wei, Eastern Wu, and Southern Chu.

The practitioners between the three powerful countries have always been secretly competing. Because of Ji Jiashu and Li Ji's existence, the Southern Chu and Eastern Wu had the advantage in the first few rounds, and the Northern Wei nationality did not appear much in the next few rounds, and many people were secretly

Ridiculously slandered the practitioners of the Northern Wei Dynasty.

But this time, the Northern Wei Dynasty suddenly added one place to level 4 before the war, and its strength once again became strong.

"Fortunately, Meng Shi is not the senior brother of Beihan Pavilion," Song Qian breathed out, "This person is so terrible."

He is a businessman. He is never afraid of those who have other interests in his eyes, but he is most afraid of those who can turn a deaf ear to their own goals.

Song Qian watched coldly in the mid-level ceremony. Compared to the Northern Wei saint who had his eyes rumbled every time he went on stage, this Northern Wei stepson was obviously even more terrifying.

Especially in this mid-level ceremony, the cold eyes of the Northern Wei boy kept looking ahead, as cold and fearless as a sword.

All of this made Song Qian feel extremely familiar.

"The stepson of the Northern Wei Dynasty was called a sword ghost in the Jixia Academy back then," Song Qian sighed, "I restrained myself after returning to the Northern Wei Dynasty. I thought I could not see this sword ghost."

"You..." Ji Jiashu suddenly remembered, "Speaking of this, Song Stepzi, were you classmates with Meng Shi in the Jixia Academy back then?"

The Middle Tang Dynasty had no sense of existence in the world of cultivation, but Song Qian, as a member of the royal family, was sent to Jixia Academy to study. Ji Jiashu recalled the next year and found that it was the same as Meng Shi's time in Nanchu.

"That's right," Song Qian exhaled, "We are classmates, and he is my senior brother."

Ji Jiashu suddenly realized that no wonder Song Qian was so familiar with Meng Shihui.

"He is much gentler now than he was," said Song Qian. "When he was in the Fire Court, he started practicing swordsmanship, and he was like a ghost, and no one could match him."

That's why the nickname "Sword Ghost" was created.

Song Qian grew up with a rich and frugal food and land, and could not quite understand Meng Shi's obsession. He met such a hard-working practitioner for the first time. The fire technique, sword technique, Meng Shi regarded it as heavy as his life, and he kept begging for teaching.

The six swords after fire magic that he had long been forbidden, as if he had some obsession.

Of course, no matter how Mengshi begs, no one in the teaching staff paid attention to him. Mengshi also left after learning all the fire swords that he could learn.

Song Qian didn't expect that he would see the style of this sword ghost again a few years later. He still remembers the shock he saw when Meng Shi first used the Yueman West Tower in Nanchu.

This is one of the six swords after the forbidden fire magic.

Meng Shi actually learned it.

"No matter what, this senior brother is the person I least want to meet on the battlefield," Song Qian said, "Everyone should be careful."

The teenagers nodded.

In the next two days, other practitioners continued to break through the realm in Ruyang City, including level seven to level six, level six to level five, and the atmosphere in the city became increasingly anxious.

...

...

Regardless of the fear or longing for everyone, the last night came.

"Tomorrow is the last battle in Eastern Wu," Ji Qingyuan sat on the roof and looked at the girl sitting next to her knees, "Are you scared?"

Ying Baoyue sat beside him and looked at the distant mountains and bright moon. He smiled when he heard this, "When did you ever see me?"

"Yes," Ji Qingyuan touched the tiles under him and smiled bitterly, "You have never been afraid."

Although it is a different roof, every time Ji Qingyuan climbs up the roof with her to watch the moon, he will think of those nights he spent with her in Qing'an Courtyard.

"Can you break the realm?" Ji Qingyuan calmed down and looked at the practitioner who was still at the level six beside him and asked.

Stimulated by Meng Shi, a wave of breaking the realm has been set off in Ruyang City in the past two days, and some people in Shi'an Courtyard were also volatile, but except for Gui Chen who broke through the eighth level yesterday with the help of Ying Baoyue, no one else made any noise.

Including Ying Baoyue himself.

Ji Qingyuan was both hoping that Ying Baoyue would break through the realm, but she was also afraid that she would really choose to break through the realm.

The hope is that there are already many more Divine Dance Realms in Ruyang City. Tomorrow's battle will probably become a stage for battle between level five. Ying Baoyue has no idea how she is going to win at one level six.

I was afraid because even he could feel Ying Baoyue’s meridians were scarred. It was natural for others to break the realm, and it was a barrier of life and death.

God gave her too short time.

"Fortunately, Meng Shi is not the senior brother of Beihan Pavilion," Song Qian breathed out, "This person is so terrible."

He is a businessman. He is never afraid of those who have other interests in his eyes, but he is most afraid of those who can turn a deaf ear to their own goals.

Song Qian watched coldly in the mid-level ceremony. Compared to the Northern Wei saint who had his eyes rumbled every time he went on stage, this Northern Wei stepson was obviously even more terrifying.

Especially in this mid-level ceremony, the cold eyes of the Northern Wei boy kept looking ahead, as cold and fearless as a sword.

All of this made Song Qian feel extremely familiar.

"The stepson of the Northern Wei Dynasty was called a sword ghost in the Jixia Academy back then," Song Qian sighed, "I restrained myself after returning to the Northern Wei Dynasty. I thought I could not see this sword ghost."

"You..." Ji Jiashu suddenly remembered, "Speaking of this, Song Stepzi, were you classmates with Meng Shi in the Jixia Academy back then?"

The Middle Tang Dynasty had no sense of existence in the world of cultivation, but Song Qian, as a member of the royal family, was sent to Jixia Academy to study. Ji Jiashu recalled the next year and found that it was the same as Meng Shi's time in Nanchu.

"That's right," Song Qian exhaled, "We are classmates, and he is my senior brother."

Ji Jiashu suddenly realized that no wonder Song Qian was so familiar with Meng Shihui.

"He is much gentler now than he was," said Song Qian. "When he was in the Fire Court, he started practicing swordsmanship, and he was like a ghost, and no one could match him."

That's why the nickname "Sword Ghost" was created.

Song Qian grew up with a rich and frugal food and land, and could not quite understand Meng Shi's obsession. He met such a hard-working practitioner for the first time. The fire technique, sword technique, Meng Shi regarded it as heavy as his life, and he kept begging for teaching.

The six swords after fire magic that he had long been forbidden, as if he had some obsession.

Of course, no matter how Mengshi begs, no one in the teaching staff paid attention to him. Mengshi also left after learning all the fire swords that he could learn.

Song Qian didn't expect that he would see the style of this sword ghost again a few years later. He still remembers the shock he saw when Meng Shi first used the Yueman West Tower in Nanchu.
Chapter completed!