He can understand it. After all, it was the prince who told him that the etiquette must be in person to be more formal, but...
There is no need to do this in the "Nine Heavens Cup", right?
He had great reason to suspect that Qu Xiangyun did it on purpose.
Although he couldn't feel it, Shen Qian still glanced at Beiwu's seat with a guilty conscience.
That's not right. He and Qu Xiangyun really have no story, why should they feel guilty?
Thinking of this, Shen Qian's waist straightened up again.
"I know, I will visit Luo Shenbo after the game."
However, in front of everyone, Shen Qian couldn't really flatter a prince, so he immediately nodded and agreed.
Qu Xiangyun nodded and ran down the ring in a panic. Only when he was about to leave the stage did he remember something and turned to signal to the referee.
"I surrender."
The Shanhai referee, who has experienced many scenes, probably saw this scene for the first time. After being stunned, he finally came to his senses and blew the whistle.
"Jiangzhong's military force wins!"
As the whistle fell, it also meant that Jiangzhong Military and Military became the last university to make it to the top four.
But there was almost no cheering or applause in the audience, instead there was noise everywhere.
Some people are gossiping, some are angry, and some are questioning... It can be said to be a mess.
But no matter what, without the organizer making a sound, the top eight battle ended with this scene.
"Our top four universities have been born, they are Beiwu, Shenwu, Sichuan Wu and Jiangzhong Junwu!"
"Let us use warm applause..."
Shen Qian did not stay in the ring for too long and left quickly when the host took control of the ring.
Back in the lounge, facing the weird looks from everyone, Shen Qian could only touch his nose and said helplessly: "If I say that she and I really have nothing to do with each other, will you believe it?"
Everyone shook their heads decisively.
Shen Qian instantly lost the desire to explain and said casually: "Whatever."
"These comments on the Internet are really unsightly..."
A few people joked for a while, but they couldn't help but frown when they saw the comments attacking Shen Qian on the Internet.
As for Shen Qian, he didn't even bother to watch it. After several battles, in the eyes of most netizens, he was already on the bench because of his lack of strength.
Now that something like this has happened again, we can foresee how others will belittle him.
Shen Qian could guess how unpleasant those words were without even looking.
Now, the fact that Shen Qian is a disciple of Marquis Jingcheng has long been spread on the Internet. Coupled with the good relationship between Marquis Jingcheng and Uncle Luo Shen, many people may think that Qu Xiangyun is deliberately trying to support Shen Qian.
"The results of the lottery are out."
Cheng Qingqing didn't care much about these things, she just kept paying attention to the draw results in the main stadium.
After hearing this, everyone temporarily stopped talking and looked up.
On the big screen, the only four remaining universities have been divided into two arrays.
"Beiwu VS Kawatake!"
"Jiang Zhongjunwu VS Shenwu!"
When it comes to the semi-finals, there is actually no such thing as a lucky draw.
Even Sichuan Wuhan, which is not among the four major universities, has always been a top university before, and is only one step away from the four major universities.
"Shen Qian, why don't you come on stage when we play against Shen Wu?"
Zhao Keyi suddenly suggested.
The others were also startled, and then they all looked at Shen Qian with expectant eyes.
Feeling the same way, they saw the rumors on the Internet and saw that it was not worth it for Shen Qian.
And they understand better that as long as Shen Qian appears on the stage, all malice will disappear instantly.
The world will see how terrifying this young man who has been silent for a long time is!
After all, even they themselves don't know what Shen Qian's limit is, or even Cheng Qingqing and Ning Zhiyuan have never understood Shen Qian's true strength.
"No need." Shen Qian shook his head and smiled, "My battlefield is not here. Now that the seats have been reserved, this is your home court. My appearance here is just an insurance step in the strategy."
Zhao Keyi looked at Geng Qianqiu, the only one besides him who had not yet taken action.
"Yeah."
Geng Qianqiu said calmly, "You just sit here and watch."
In the blink of an eye, an hour of rest time passes.
The first match of the four-to-two matchup is between Beiwu and Sichuan Wu.
There were three people in Beiwu's battle, and Ding Yi fought one against three, winning the battle with almost no setbacks.
The result of the duel was mostly expected. Although Sichuan Wu's momentum is very strong this year, there are three top ten players in the Beiwu team.
Although Kawatake also has hidden dark horses, there are only two people who can be called peerless.
"Ding Yi! Ding Yi! Ding Yi..."
With her cold face, invincible swordsmanship, and ethereal figure, the girl triggered fanatical shouts from the audience after she swung her last sword.
Even Ouyang Fei and others also joked about Shen Qian, and sincerely lamented that Shen Qian was so beautiful.
Only Shen Qian's smile was a little forced.
Once again he saw Ding Yi take action. This time he did not indulge in the beauty of the other party, but observed it carefully.
Unlike others who marveled at Ding Yi's unpredictable swordsmanship, Shen Qian frowned deeply.
Ding Yi didn't use a sword before.
Or to put it another way, the swordsmanship used by Ding Yi may seem ordinary, but it actually contains profound knowledge of swordsmanship.
Without ten years of immersion, this would never have been possible.
But Ding Yi gave Shen Qian the feeling that she was born for the sword.
Shen Qian had never seen the sword skills she performed before in any textbooks or classics.
Confirming some inner speculation, Shen Qian looked even heavier.
He didn't know what Ding Yi had gone through, but he only hoped that there was room for recovery.
"The next thing to be done is the second game of the battle of the top four, Jiang Zhongjunwu versus Shenwu!"
As the noise from the outside world rekindled, Geng Qianqiu, who closed his eyes to rest, stood up, put on his tactical uniform, and strode out.
"Qianqiu."
Shen Qian stopped him.
Geng Qianqiu stopped and looked over suspiciously.
"Cao Qian may not be as weak as you think. If he comes on stage, be careful!"
Shen Qian thought for a while and gave a vague reminder.
"Don't worry, I never underestimate anyone."
Geng Qianqiu was startled, then waved his hand and said, "Let's go!"
Amidst the cheers of everyone, Geng Qianqiu opened the door of the lounge and walked to the ring.
Shen Qian stared at his back, but knew that the other person probably didn't listen to his words.
But he can only go so far. Any more may have the opposite effect.
Shocking cheers and warm applause poured into Geng Qianqiu's ears.
He took a deep breath to calm down his turbulent emotions, and stepped onto the huge ring step by step.
At this moment, he roughly understood the feelings of Xiao Ye and others who appeared first.
This feeling of being under the spotlight and having the honor and disgrace of the whole school tied together... is really wonderful.
He was even more grateful at this time. After the college entrance examination, due to the teacher's guidance, he did not go astray, but bravely came to Jiangzhong Junwu to face the man who had cast a shadow on him.
After nirvana, there is a new life that can astonish everyone!
Geng Qianqiu's energy and spirit reached its peak at this moment, and his temperament on the big screen was even more dazzling.
"Just as many viewers speculated through voting, Jiang Zhongjunwu did not play according to the routine. This time they sent a player who had never appeared on the court before!"
"Geng Qianqiu is a native of the first province of Southwest. Yes, he and Shen Qian are fellow villagers. Although he was not the number one martial arts champion of the first province of Southwest that year, he was the second in the list."
The host paused for a moment, then pretended to be mysterious and said, "And Geng Qianqiu actually has another identity..."
"Hey, some well-informed netizens have already said it, yes, Geng Qianqiu is also a disciple of a prince!"
"He is the direct disciple of Uncle Kunhu who has been famous for hundreds of years, and he is also a closed disciple!"
Upon hearing that Geng Qianqiu was actually the prince's personal successor, the noise at the scene became even louder.
"Who would have thought that Jiangzhong Military and Military, which has always been underestimated, would have so many monsters!"
"The first three are all peerless. Could it be that Geng Qianqiu is also..."
The lively discussion pushed the atmosphere of the entire main stadium to its peak.
"The next person to enter is the first contestant from Shenwu, Yuan Junyi, whom many viewers are already familiar with!"
As the host introduced again, a young man slowly walked up to the other side of the arena.
The cheers were clearly audible and much smaller.
"Yuan Junyi's highest ranking is only in the 30s on the Hidden Dragon List. If Geng Qianqiu is really as everyone guessed, he will definitely not be his opponent!"
"The strength of seventh-level warriors is already incredible, but the ceiling for this class is too high..."
When Yuan Junyi walked onto the ring, he could also feel the sudden decrease in enthusiasm. His expression was a little angry, but he soon calmed down.
"The first game begins!"
As the Shanhai referee blew the whistle, both sides did not move for a moment.
Yuan Junyi was carefully looking at Geng Qianqiu, looking for possible flaws in the other party, while Geng Qianqiu looked very casual, as if he was feeling something.
After more than ten seconds, Yuan Junyi finally couldn't help roaring, his whole body was full of momentum, and he rushed towards Geng Qianqiu like an arrow from a string.
"Teacher, please take a look...and..."
Geng Qianqiu murmured, looked into the lounge again, and then the corners of his mouth curved into a mocking arc.
Squeak!
With the harsh friction sound, his figure suddenly moved, leaving a series of afterimages in the air, and then he hit Yuan Junyi first.
Bang!
Click click click...
After the explosive collision, there was a series of teeth-searing fracture sounds.
Blood sprayed in the air, and a figure flew out on its back like a broken straw. It rolled dozens of times in the air before hitting the ground heavily.
Without even humming, the deformed figure fainted.
As expected by most people, it is Yuan Junyi.
Geng Qianqiu landed lightly on the ground, his body not stained by dust.
After a brief silence, the audience burst into cheers that were about to shake the sky.
"Geng Qianqiu!"
"The peak of a high martial artist is indeed the peak of a high martial artist!"
"Another peerless genius..."
The crowd went absolutely crazy.
Although Jiang Zhongjunwu had given enough expectations, when the fourth peerless monster appeared, the impact beyond expectations still made their hearts beat wildly.
Who would have thought!
Who dares to think!
The re-established Jiangzhong Army was able to bring such a shock in the first year when it was unveiled to the outside world.
After the referee announced the result, the lounge on Shenwu's side was silent for a while. After a long time, a second person came onto the ring.
"It's Zhong Wen..."
"Twelve on the Hidden Dragon List, this battle may still be interesting."
"The ninth-level martial artist is one step away from reaching the peak. I wonder if Geng Qianqiu can still exert such dominance..."
Amidst the various discussions, the young man with a silent face and an implicit repression stood still.
"Geng Qianqiu, why are you so ruthless? Do you know that Yuan Junyi's bones are all broken and he will have to rest for at least two months to fully recover?"
As soon as the young man named Zhong Wen came on stage, he asked angrily.
Geng Qianqiu curled up the corner of his mouth and spat out four words, "What does it have to do with me?"
"You..."
Zhong Wen choked, took a deep breath and said no more.
"Start!"
Boom!
The sound of the sonic boom stung the eardrums of many people, and there was almost no gap. The moment the whistle fell, a flame suddenly appeared on Zhong Wen's feet. He reached out from behind and took out a long knife. He crossed a hundred meters in the blink of an eye and headed towards
Geng Qianqiu chopped it down with one sword.
The expressionless Geng Qianqiu turned his figure slightly to one side, narrowly dodging the long knife, and then raised his palm to shoot somewhere empty.
A strange scene happened.
The place that was supposed to be empty was filled with sparks.
An almost transparent tip appeared out of thin air at the landing point of Geng Qianqiu's palm, and was tightly sealed.
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"Twin Shadow Blades?"
Geng Qianqiu smiled faintly, as if he didn't say anything, but the sarcasm in his eyes seemed to say everything.
"Ah!"
Zhong Wen never expected that the trump card he had expected to be effective in one blow, which had been hidden since the beginning of the game, would be easily seen through by Geng Qianqiu.
Feeling extremely embarrassed and humiliated, Zhong Wen roared angrily, and the two swords in his hands turned into afterimages, and he slashed towards Geng Qianqiu like the sky was overwhelming.
"Slow!"
"Still slow..."
"You are too eager for success. In fact, you can't control a B-level psychic knife at all. If it is a C-level psychic knife, it may be more powerful."
He was clearly surrounded by the light of swords and shadows, but Geng Qianqiu seemed to be taking a leisurely stroll in the courtyard. He actually had his hands behind his back and just smiled and commented on the opponent's sword skills.
Zhong Wen's face turned redder and redder, and the knife skills in his hands became more messy as he was so angry.
Geng Qianqiu shook his head, his face suddenly turned cold, his palm suddenly inserted into the shadow of the knife like a butterfly piercing a flower, and then struck Zhong Wen's Adam's apple with a "thud".
"Hoo!"
A painful and weird roar came from Zhong Wen's mouth. When the shadow of the knife dissipated, Geng Qianqiu did not give him the slightest chance to breathe.
He received dozens of heavy blows.
Before the Shanhai referee took action, Geng Qianqiu had already retreated.
As for Zhong Wen, he was swaying on the spot, seemingly trying to stand up straight.
Bang!
But due to the severe injuries, he could no longer hold on. As the two knives in his hands fell to the ground, blood mixed with internal organs spewed out of his mouth.
"Poof!"
Shanhai referee supported Zhong Wen before he fell to the ground. After confirming the opponent's condition, he announced loudly: "Jiang Zhongjun Wu Geng Qianqiu wins!"
A roar like a mountain roared through the audience, until finally, the voices of the audience gradually unified, and only the three words "Geng Qianqiu" remained.
"Geng Qianqiu..."
While everyone was cheering, a figure emerged from the shadows at the door of the Shenwu Lounge, his eyes as gloomy as a vulture.