Under the moonlit night, the Qianchao City is lit up with thousands of lights, its brilliance is brighter than the stars in the sky.
The Qin clan's clan is like a giant beast quietly entrenched in the southeast of this big city, and no one dares to pry into it.
In a study deep in the Zong's mansion, the light of a giant tallow candle illuminated the entire room. Two expressionless warriors guarded the door, vigilance flashing in their tiger eyes.
Qin Wenbing leaned on the soft chair behind the desk, his eyes dark and his face ugly.
Wu Laolang, who was standing next to him, and Qin Jun, who was at the table, didn't dare to take a breath. They knew very well that the second son of the third wife of the Qin family was in a very bad mood.
"Qin Yun, hum!" Qin Wenbing said bitterly: "This guy is really lucky. He was knocked off a cliff and didn't die!"
"Qin Jun, I have placed a huge bet on you. You must not lose this time, otherwise..."
Qin Jun felt awe in his heart. His future and fate could be said to depend on Qin Wenbing. Of course, he knew what the consequences would be if he lost to Qin Yun - let alone being unable to continue to gain a foothold in the Qin family, he might not even be able to save his life!
"Second Young Master, please rest assured. I have now broken through to the fifth level of heaven, and my Yangchen Sword Technique has reached the fifth level. If I still can't deal with Qin Yun, I will commit suicide to apologize to you!"
What Qin Wenbing was worried about was only his family's merit, money and face, but what Qin Jun wanted to worry about was his own wealth and life.
He dared to do this, and naturally he had absolute confidence.
From the perspective of basic strength, Qin Jun used the fifth level of Qi refining to stabilize Qin Yun's third level, and the yellow-level swordsmanship he practiced far exceeded the advanced swordsmanship practiced by his opponents.
Knowing yourself and your enemy means you can win a hundred battles. Qin Jun believed that he had a deep understanding of himself and Qin Yun. He really couldn't think of a reason why he would lose.
"Okay!" Qin Wenbing nodded with satisfaction: "I believe you can win, but you must not be careless and capsize the boat in the ditch. This Qin Yun killed Guo Shanfeng's general Hei Hu."
"Second Young Master..." Wu Laolang laughed dryly and said: "That's Qin Yun's good luck, not how strong he is. I believe Qin Jun will be careful."
"This battle must be won!" Qin Wenbing stood up suddenly, with a terrifying and fierce light in his eyes: "I want others to know that whoever dares to go against me will regret it for the rest of his life!"
Under his wolf-like gaze, Qin Jun suddenly felt chilled and couldn't help but lower his head.
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As the day of the new assessment approaches, the atmosphere in the halls of Muyang Road becomes more solemn.
For many newcomers, this assessment is extremely important, and no one wants to be a loser who is eliminated.
And those disciples in the inner hall who are not under pressure can also understand the mood of the newcomers. After all, they are all newcomers from the outer hall. In the season of intense enthusiasm, the new examination of Guiyang Qianchao Qin Clan Muyang Dao has officially begun.
The grand martial arts arena in the main hall has long been renovated. Although the annual new promotion examination is not the top priority of the Qin family, the grand martial arts arena that can accommodate more than 2,000 people is packed with seats.
All the hall masters from all the halls came to watch in person, and the Qin family also sent a veteran figure who had retired for a long time to sit in, which is enough to show that the family attaches great importance to this new assessment.
Because every year in the new assessment, there will always be one or two outstanding geniuses who stand out. They often become the focus of the family's training, and some are even directly recommended to enter the sect to practice.
The grand martial arts arena in the main hall has a long history and covers an area of nearly dozens of acres. It was built entirely in accordance with the sect's standards. The central yang martial arts arena is paved with hard green sand iron stone slabs, and the layout is magnificent.
The surrounding bleachers are divided into different areas. The position of the elders and deacons is naturally the best, but even if they sit in the most remote corner, they can clearly see the situation in the center of the venue.
The Qin family in Guiyang established the clan through martial arts, and the family has been passed down for thousands of years, thanks to the unremitting efforts of each generation. Only the strong can occupy a place in the clan.
As in previous years, the newcomers who participated in the martial arts assessment were all from the Wu Hall and the Foreign Affairs Hall, because there were no newcomers in the Xing Hall and the Keqing Hall, and the content of the assessments in the Pill Hall and the Casting Hall were completely different.
Standing on the flagpoles at the four corners of the field, the red Suzaku flag fluttered in the wind. Hundreds of newcomers entered the martial arts arena full of confidence and hope under the gaze of thousands of pairs of eyes.
In the next seven days, they will engage in hundreds of duels. In the end, more than one-third of the children will become losers and will be unable to enjoy the family's normal rations.
The competition among big families is always fierce and cruel, and losers will not get any sympathy.
For the inner court disciples and family members who were watching, their emotions were much more complicated.
Some are just watching the fun, some are cheering for their relatives and friends, some are observing possible future competitors, and some even placed bets on a certain competition!
"Hey, I heard that the finale of today's new assessment is the showdown between Qin Jun from the Criminal Hall and Qin Yun from the Foreign Affairs Hall. Have you placed any bets? I heard that there are more than a dozen handicap openings!"
"Haha, I beat Qin Jun by 20 points of family merit. Although I won't win much, it's nothing to win. It's better to lose to those bookmakers!"
"Are you so confident that Qin Jun can win? I heard that Qin Yun killed Guo Shanfeng's general during the escort mission, and therefore received a hundred family merit rewards!"
"Tch! Who doesn't know that it's because Qin Yun is so lucky. His strength is not as good as Qin Jun's. This time the bodyguard is injured again and he will definitely lose!"
"I put a little pressure on Qin Yun, maybe..."
There was a lot of discussion in the stands, and many of the topics focused on the battle between Qin Jun and Qin Yun.
The vast majority of people believed that Qin Jun would definitely win, while some people were laughing at Qin Yun for not overestimating his own abilities and agreeing to this unfair duel just because he lost his mind.
Some people are gloating about the misfortune, some are fanning the flames, and even more people are waiting for the show to begin.
As one of the protagonists of this much-anticipated duel, Qin Yun was sitting in the corner of the stands.
The unsheathed Qinggang Sword was placed across his knees. His eyes, nose and mind looked very calm, as if he didn't hear the comments coming from around him at all.
Qin Mingzhu did not accompany him, but sat far away in the stands opposite, with other disciples of the Alchemy Hall.
Although the girl believed that Qin Yun could win, she could not suppress the anxiety in her heart. She pinched the corners of her skirt with her little hands, her eyes drifted to where Qin Yun was from time to time, and she could not talk to her companions absent-mindedly.
A young man in green shirt sat on the empty seat next to Qin Yun.
Qin Yun remained calm and asked softly: "How is it?"
This youth in green shirt was Qin Liren. He raised a few stamped notes in his hand and said excitedly: "All deposited, one hundred meritorious deeds plus five thousand eight hundred taels of silver!"
These were all the assets Qin Yun had on hand. Except for the 150 meritorious services he had bet with Qin Wenbing and the 50 meritorious services lent to Qin Liren, he added all his silver coins to bet that he could defeat Qin Jun!
Qin Liren's hands were trembling: "I have also invested one thousand taels of silver myself. If I win, I can earn at least six thousand taels!"
One thousand taels of silver is also Qin Liren's entire savings!
Suddenly, there was a small commotion in the stands. Feeling something strange, Qin Yun turned his head, and his eyes met a disgusting guy.
Qin Yun raised his eyebrows and slowly stood up.
I saw Qin Wenbing leading several followers, walking arrogantly towards his location, and many of his disciples gave way to the way.
"Qin Yun..."
Walking in front of Qin Yun, Qin Wenbing sneered and said: "I can give you one last chance. Kneel down and beg me for mercy. From now on, be my dog. I can make Qin Jun give up this competition."
A completely malicious provocation and simply too much bullying!
Qin Liren, who was standing nearby, was extremely angry and couldn't help but want to step forward to argue with Qin Wenbing, but was immediately stopped by Qin Yun.
Smiling contemptuously, Qin Yun shook his head and said: "Qin Wenbing, was your head kicked by a donkey? You can still say such stupid things now. Do you think you can anger me like this?"
"No wonder people say that there are two men with three wives, one is a good man and the other is a bastard. You really disgrace your father!"
"You, bastard!" Qin Wenbing was so angry that his mouth was filled with smoke, and his face turned purple.
The third direct descendant of the Qin family, Qin Wenbing is a well-known playboy. Although he is quite favored in the family, his reputation, status and strength are far inferior to that of his eldest brother Qin Wenhui.
Qin Wenhui, who became a disciple of the Tiancheng Sword Sect, can be regarded as the leader of the younger generation of the Qin family. It is said that he now has the strength of the ninth level of Qi Refining and is very hopeful of breaking through to the Xiantian realm in one or two years.
Everyone knows that once Qin Wenhui returns home after completing his studies, he will definitely inherit the family business and take over the power of the third bedroom.
This is definitely a thorn in Qin Wenbing's heart. Although he is a playboy, his ambition is not small at all.
And Qin Yun's sarcasm was like a slap on his face.
"Okay! Qin Yun, just wait for me!"
Qin Wenbing actually suppressed his anger. His eyes when he looked at Qin Yun became colder and more vicious: "There is a time when you cry!"
"You can use whatever tricks you want, but I won't stand here even if I'm afraid of you!" Qin Yun said without giving in, "I want to see who is crying then!"
The tension between the two seemed to explode at the drop of a hat.
But this is Mu Yangdao's martial arts arena, and there are many family elders and deacons present. Qin Wenbing would not dare to draw his sword against Qin Yun no matter how courageous he was.
So after a moment of confrontation, he turned around and left with incomparable resentment, tearing Qin Yun's body into pieces a thousand times in his heart.
The hatred between the two people can no longer be resolved!
At this time, the two martial arts disciples left the stage, and the new assessment competition officially began!
