Four hundred and fiftieth chapters come from the gorge
"He was furious for Wanyu, and Wanyu must have been even more moved. It's good that the two of them are in love in the Mirror Valley at this time... I wish them happiness forever... He must have forgotten me.
..." An Ruorong thought lightly in her heart.
At this time, the peak showdown between An Liang and An Ling in the paddock has reached its final moment. The two have fought for more than a stick of incense, and they have fought hard. The two have the same level of cultivation, and their moves are basically the same, and even
The Spirit Sword and Armor are all configured the same, and now victory or defeat is nothing more than a test of battle experience.
All signs indicate that An Liang is superior. In fact, he has always been able to do it with ease during the comparison. He moves faster and faster, and he brings the wonderful characteristics of the low-grade sword spirit to its fullest. His
His eyes flickered. In fact, he still had a super powerful magic weapon given to him by his uncle Min Ge. If he sacrificed this magic weapon, An Ling would be defeated immediately. This was also because Mr. Min Ge had told him not to use it lightly before. He
Only then did An Ling and An Ling go through such a waste.
"laugh!"
Finally, An Liang pierced An Ling's sleeve with his sword. An Ling lost the opportunity and began to retreat continuously.
"Qiang! Qiang! Qiang! Qiang!"
An Liang saw the opportunity and chased after him. At this moment, he used Yuliu swordsmanship to its ultimate peak. Pieces of yellow light and phantoms surrounded An Ling. It became increasingly difficult for An Ling to parry.
"Okay!" Patriarch An Yuntian couldn't help but nodded. Although An Liang is not as talented as Tang Wanxuan, he is still a first-class seedling that the An family must carefully cultivate. Just look at the jade-flow sword of An Liang.
If you know the method, you will know that An Liang's cultivation talent is far superior to that of his peers. In the future, he will be well-guided, and there is still a lot of room for his strength to increase.
In the paddock, the last "clang" was heard, but it was An Liang who swung An Ling's sword away, pointed his sword at An Ling's face, and said loudly: "Junior Sister An Ling, you lose.
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"Yes, I lost." An Ling shook her head and sighed softly. From the beginning of the competition, she knew that she would eventually lose to An Liang. She slowly put the spirit sword back into the space ring, and then some
He walked dejectedly towards the seat on the east side of the paddock, where the previously eliminated disciples were sitting.
"I accept it." An Liang replied with great dignity.
All the contestants have withdrawn from the paddock, and now only Anliang is standing in the huge place. The glory this represents is self-evident. He does not take back a single sword, standing with his hands behind his back, looking around, welcoming everyone's vote.
What comes is either admiration or envy.
In the east stands, some female disciples looked closely at An Liang's figure, their eyes flashing, and their admiration for An Liang was beyond words.
——Yes, when you marry a man, you should marry a hero like Senior Brother An Liang. To dominate all the heroes with a sword and dominate one person is so domineering and majestic!
If I could marry Senior Brother An Liang, it would be the most wonderful and happy thing in life!
The disciples of Jiuda Peak all looked a little panicked, because none of the veteran masters such as Ande Yuan and An Yulin came out of the gorge, which made them very uncertain. Now that they saw An Liang ruling the roost with one sword, they were even more shocked.
, only sighs remain.
——Just because there are masters like An Liang sitting in the Eighth Pavilion, their descendants from the Nine Peaks will never be able to make their mark in the future Beijing Investigation!
Mr. Qinge touched his palm and smiled and said, "What I expected was indeed good. An Liang is still the leader of the Jingcha this time."
Several senior pavilion elders bowed their hands to Elder Min Pavilion and said, "Congratulations, congratulations."
Mr. Minge smiled lightly and said: "This is the glory of their young people. I have to train them, but it is nothing."
In addition, Mr. Zhuo Ge stood up, bowed his hands to An Yuntian and An Peirong, and said: "Clan leader, young master, now that the leader has been decided, you can come out and announce the result."
An Yuntian, who had been silent all this time, said calmly: "Jianhong, what time is it now?"
An Jianhong, the commander-in-chief at the back, rushed forward and replied respectfully: "Tell the clan leader that it is now the third hour of Shenshi."
An Yuntian nodded and said, "There's still a moment until Youshi, everyone just wait a little longer."
Everyone knows what An Yuntian means. According to the traditional rules, the Beijing investigation cannot be concluded until at least the You hour. Now that the hour has not yet arrived, naturally it cannot be announced.
Mr. Zhuo Ge said: "Clan Chief, the situation this year is different from previous years. An Liang won the title early. Now there is no one to compete. The clan has long been rich and valuable, so there is no need to waste it here."
An Yuntian slowly shook his head and said: "How can you say that no one is competing? Has Mr. Zhuo Ge forgotten the other side of the mountain gorge?"
"Mountain Gorge?" Elder Min Ge suddenly smiled, with a hint of ridicule in his tone, "Could the patriarch mean that there are still people on the other side of the mountain Gorge who can pass through? Patriarch, please forgive me for speaking bluntly, I'm afraid this is absolutely impossible
It’s possible.”
Mr. Qinge said: "More than an hour has passed since the competition in the paddock. If there were any disciples who had the ability to cross the mountain gorge, they would have done so long ago and would definitely not have pushed it to now."
Old Minge suddenly sneered and said: "Are they the disciples of the side branch? They talk about their ability by crossing the mountain gorge. In fact, in every Beijing investigation, didn't they try their best to follow the disciples of the Eight Great Pavilions and get through? They can keep up.
Those who are in the team will naturally come to the paddock, and those who cannot keep up with the team will never be able to come."
There was no expression on An Yuntian's face, but his eyes flickered, and he didn't know what he was thinking.
An Peirong coughed and said a little weakly: "The children of the side branch are also members of my An clan. Several elders are important officials of the family and have high morals and respect. Why are they so contemptuous of their fellow disciples of Jiufeng? If this word spreads,
I'm afraid it will chill everyone. I hope all the ministers will remember their identities and not say such things again in the future."
An Peirong, the young master, gave the order directly. It was hard for the elders to say anything, but their expressions were obviously dissatisfied. Mr. Min Ge finally couldn't bear it anymore and said calmly: "Young master, I forgive you.
Frankly speaking, even if the disciples from the Nine Peaks come together, I'm afraid they won't be An Liang's opponent."
"Mr. Minge, you..." An Peirong was furious in her heart. Minge kept relying more and more on her old age. She wanted to say something else, but her heart hurt with anger. She covered her chest with a trembling hand.
"Young Master!" An Biyue looked at An Peirong with great distress. She suddenly glanced at the elders angrily. She hated Mr. Min and others for always making An Peirong angry.
Her heart was turbulent, and she thought sadly: "How uncomfortable it would be if the young master knew that Lao Yang of Minge was acting against the will and secretly went to deal with the Xiao Clan... No, I can't talk to the young master about this..."
She looked at the weak An Peirong, her eyes were filled with moisture. Only she knew why An Peirong protected the Xiao family so much. When she thought of this reason, her heart ached.
(ps: The third update has arrived. Sorry for being a bit late today. Thanks to Brother Yiwangwuji for the reward of 20,000!) (To be continued)