Not only Qian Xueqing, but many of the people watching below also cheered and cheered for Murong Jiu. Their eyes were blazing and gazing at the young man on the stage who was dressed in plain clothes but had a handsome and bright appearance. He was obviously a fan of Murong Jiu.
First of all, it is the popularity that Murong Jiu has accumulated over the past few days.
Furthermore, it also has something to do with the opponent on the opposite side of the stage.
This round we won thirty out of sixty people.
Draw lots to decide the opponent.
Baili Feiyue's opponent was Feng Luan, a leader of a Jianghu sect. Although he was only in his forties and had a decent appearance, compared with the young and handsome "Murong Jiu", his natural appearance fell behind.
Although the age of the leader is actually very suitable, who doesn't like to see young and handsome people more?
Of course, the leader also has many supporters.
It's just that the people who support this leader are relatively older and calmer. Unlike those who support Murong Jiu, who are younger, they can raise their voices and cheer for those they support without any scruples.
The most important thing is that they feel that this is a competition without suspense.
The outcome has already been determined.
When Mu Wen and Mu Wu saw Baili Feiyue, his opponent, his heart tightened secretly.
In terms of fighting alone, this leader is the number one master in Fengluan Jianghu!
Not only in the arena, but also the number one master in Fengluan!
They asked themselves that the two brothers together were no match for the leader!
This leader...
The two of them subconsciously glanced at Changsun Wuji in front of them.
The skill of this leader should only be slightly inferior to that of the unfathomable Regent of Da Jing!
Miss Ling San, what kind of luck is this!
There were fifty-nine people who could be her opponents, but she chose the most powerful one!
Mu Wen Muwu knew very well in his heart that Miss Ling San was able to surprise people, and the strength gap between her and the leader was too big. This was a pure martial arts competition, and poison could not be used. Miss Ling San...
No chance of winning at all.
Although I don’t want to say it, I don’t want to think it either.
No one wants this Miss Ling San to win more than they do.
But the facts are before our eyes.
In fact, it's not just them, even those who cheer for 'Murong Jiu' know deep down in their hearts that the person they support is not the opponent of the leader.
Deep down in their hearts, they felt sorry for Murong Jiu and lamented how they had picked the best master of Feng Luan as their opponent.
At the same time, he comforted himself that at such a young age, Murong Jiu had the opportunity to compete with the best master Feng Luan, which would be of great benefit to his future improvement in martial arts.
Many people will never get this kind of opportunity in their lifetime!
Therefore, most of them now hold the idea that Murong Jiu, Master Murong will definitely lose, but judging from Master Murong's previous competition, losing will definitely be a wonderful thing.
What they want to see is the process, the ending is not important!
Baili Feiyue is not a stick, so she can still sense the depth of the opponent in front of her.
What's more, she has always believed in knowing yourself and your enemy.
She didn't even take a break yesterday, and got to know all the other fifty-nine winners.
The opponent in front of her was purely a kung fu competition, and she was definitely no match.
The posture of the leader opposite was in line with his current status and age, and he spoke with an attitude towards a junior, "Little brother, although the rules of this competition are to stop at the click, but when you really start to move, you can't stop it.
Most of them happened when we were living there. The venue we were drawn was on a plum blossom pile."
This means that although the plum blossom stake is not a sharp weapon, if it is really knocked down, it is very possible for a person's body to hit the plum blossom stake and become disabled.
Although Baili Feiyue didn't expect how the weak could defeat the strong, she quit?
That is impossible!
He raised his chin slightly proudly and said, "Thank you for your kindness. I have come this far, there is no reason to retreat without a fight."
Following this sentence, there was another crazy wave of "Murong Jiu" cries.
On the side of the royal family in the stands, Qian Jingshu rarely made a comment, "What a pity."
Qian Xueqing had already sat back down, staring at the competition venue below with interest, and asked casually, "Sister Second Emperor, what's such a pity."
"This Murong Jiu, with his talent that has allowed him to reach this point, if he quits and goes back to study hard and practice hard, he can still achieve something in the future. It's a pity that he will end up here today."
Although Qian Xueqing also knew that Murong Jiu could not win, she still didn't like to hear this.
"Second Imperial Sister, the leader of the Lancang Sect has always been upright. This is not a life-or-death contest. The rule is that it ends when the point is reached. Will he take the opportunity to kill him?"
Qian Jingshu smiled slightly, "Why did he want to kill him? The head of the Lancang Sect is upright, but the skills he practices are extremely powerful. As long as there is a fight, he can stop him in time even if he wants to.
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She looked at Qian Xueqing strangely, "How many people will die if he challenges him to be the number one master?"
Qian Xueqing wasn't too worried originally, although she had also heard rumors about the master of the Lancang sect's kung fu. Now that Qian Jingshu said this, Qian Xueqing felt a little uneasy in her heart.
In short, many people did not expect that Murong Jiu, a dark horse who suddenly appeared without any background, and Feng Luan, the number one master sect who had been famous for a long time, were rivals.
They all thought it was a coincidence, after all, the opponent was chosen by drawing lots this round.
However……
At this moment, Fengluan Palace.
Empress Dowager Feng Luan put down the tea cup in her hand gracefully, "At this moment, the head of the Lancang Sect and the man named Murong Jiu should appear."
The palace maid next to her took a look at the sky and said, "Report to the Queen Mother, it's time to go on stage."
Queen Mother Feng Luan had a smile on her lips, and her tone was very kind, "Murong Jiuruo was not unexpected, but he is from the Ai family. The Ai family is willing to give him a chance to enter the palace. It's a pity."
It's a pity, there is no look of pity in his eyes at all.
The palace maid lowered her head and said respectfully, "The people you choose for Her Majesty, the Empress, are all carefully selected. A country boy like Murong Jiu who appears out of nowhere naturally does not have this blessing."
And the Queen Mother doesn't like any surprises.
so……
Arrange the top master of Feng Luan for this Murong Jiu and get rid of him completely!
Who in Fengluan knew that the head of the Lancang Sect was actually a subordinate of the Queen Mother?
But, "Murong Jiu has been competing all the way. Although he is not the best in every aspect, he can always win by surprise. The leader of the Lancang Sect..."
The Queen Mother wrote lightly, "If the leader of the Lancang Sect can't handle this matter, what's the use of the Ai family keeping him alive? He has worked under the Ai family for so many years, so he still understands this truth."
The palace maid nodded respectfully, "Yes, this old slave is worrying too much."
The Queen Mother said casually, "What is the Empress doing now?"