Chapter 827: Fame in the First Battle, Sixteen-year-old Saint Realm

"Play another game, isn't the Qianlou master really afraid that your baby daughter will be injured if he does this?" Mo Shanshi's eyes narrowed slightly, and his gaze became a little cold.

He did intend to reach an alliance with Lingyun Tower, but that didn't mean that he could give up such an important opportunity this time, and, more importantly, looking at Qianyu's current attitude, it was clear that he was treating Fuxi Gu as a fool, how could he bear it?

"It's okay, I believe that the Lord of Mogu is measured. Qianyu shook her head, and then slowly closed her eyes and didn't say anything more.

"Proportion?" Mo Shanshi's fists tightened slightly, he didn't know what Qian Yu meant by this sentence of proportionality, but he knew one thing, if he continued to "measure", Fuxi Valley would be out in the first round.

After a moment of silence, Mo Shanshi's eyes also opened suddenly, and a bright light flashed from his eyes, and then, he also spoke: "Qingfeng, remember, don't make trouble!"

"Yes, Master!" As Mo Shanshi's voice fell, a young man dressed in dark gray clothes with various characters printed on them quickly walked out from behind several elders.

This is a young man with a somewhat cold and fierce face, with a scar on his forehead, and the clothes on his body are supported by strong muscles, which looks extremely strong.

"Blue Blade? is that the name sounds ...... It's so familiar! It can't be the Qingfeng of the original Jiwu Dynasty, right?"

"It should be, I heard that this Qingfeng was known as the first day talent in the Jiwu Dynasty before, but after four years of advancing to Fuxi Valley, he disappeared. ”

"This Fuxi Valley is too fussy, isn't it? Although I lost a game, I actually called Qingfeng out against a little girl in the Amaterasu Realm?"

"Maybe it's because you want to settle the battle quickly!"

The surrounding sect disciples saw Qing Feng coming out of Fuxi Valley, and while talking in a whisper, they were somewhat worried about Pingyang.

After all, people will always unconsciously sympathize with the weak, and the current Pingyang, in the hearts of the disciples of the sect, belongs to the ranks of the weak.

"Qing Feng, a disciple of Fuxi Valley, is twenty-six years old, with the peak strength of the Reincarnation Realm, he once competed with the Saint Realm powerhouse 'Gangxin' a year ago, and he didn't lose in three hundred moves!" After Qing Feng stood up, his eyes swept over the disciples of the sect who were talking around him, and then, he said with some coldness.

"This ...... Actually sent someone comparable to the Holy Realm!"

"It's too much!"

"Fuxi Valley is simply shameless!"

The surrounding sect disciples originally sympathized with Pingyang in their hearts, and after hearing Qingfeng's introduction, they were all excited.

"It's comparable to the Holy Realm...... It's so powerful, should you make me ten moves?" Pingyang also had a frightened expression on his face after hearing this.

"How can there be any reason to give in to the martial arts competition about the reputation of the sect?" Qing Feng seemed to have guessed that Pingyang would say this, and replied unceremoniously.

"That'...... How about letting me strike first?" Pingyang seemed a little unwilling.

"Whether you can do it or not depends on your ability!"

"You're not going to beat me in one shot, are you?"

"The ratio of victory and defeat is sometimes like this, if you are afraid, you can admit defeat as soon as possible, I will not embarrass you, and you Lingyunlou can also send another powerful opponent out. ”

"But I want to play again?"

"Then it's no wonder I'm going to blame!" Qing Feng nodded, and then, his eyes also looked at the disciple of the Heavenly Dao Pavilion who was in charge of presiding: "Please announce the start!"

"Hmm. The disciple of the Heavenly Dao Pavilion nodded, and then also looked at Pingyang: "Little junior sister Pingyang, the martial arts competition is about to start, are you ready?"

"Nope. Pingyang shook his head without thinking about it.

“......”

“......”

The disciples of the Heavenly Dao Pavilion who were in charge of presiding, as well as the waiting Qing Feng, and the surrounding sect disciples were naturally somewhat speechless after hearing such an answer.

Not ready?

You've already played a game, and you say you're not ready?

"Then I don't know how long Pingyang's little junior sister will have to prepare?" After the Tiandao Pavilion disciple coughed lightly, he also patiently asked Pingyang again.

"If he's willing to let me make a move, I'll be ready. Pingyang pursed his pink lips and showed an innocent and bright smile.

"I can't be the master of this......" The disciples of the Heavenly Dao Pavilion were a little embarrassed.

"You call me little junior sister, don't you still want to help me?" Pingyang blinked his eyes that were as clear as water, looking a little sad.

"I call you Little Senior Sister because I know that the relationship between you and Senior Sister Chi is like sisters, so I call you Little Senior Sister and have no other meaning. ”

"Then you're going to have to help me even more. ”

"But I can't help me...... If he doesn't agree, how can I force it?"

"Why can't you force it?"

"......" The disciple of the Heavenly Dao Pavilion was speechless again, because he really didn't know how to answer this, he was too serious, he was afraid that people would say that he was too fierce and didn't understand etiquette, but if he said it lightly, Pingyang didn't seem to understand it at all.

What to do?

The disciples of the Heavenly Dao Pavilion were very embarrassed, and could only look at Mu Qingfeng.

"Let's get started. Mu Qingfeng was also a little helpless at the moment, but he couldn't just come by Pingyang's temperament, after all, so many people were waiting.

"Okay, the second battle between Fuxi Valley and Lingyun Tower, from Qingfeng to Pingyang, start now!" The disciples of the Heavenly Dao Pavilion also quickly breathed a sigh of relief after hearing Mu Qingfeng's words, and announced directly without saying anything.

"Hey...... Princess Ben is not ready, how can you ......"

"I'm sorry, Your Highness the Princess!"

Ping Yang's voice hadn't completely fallen, but Qing Feng had already moved, his body was like electricity, and a long sword like a curved hook in his hand was directly cut down from the air.

It was a purple glow that fell from top to bottom.

The moment the purple light lit up, the surrounding air seemed to freeze, and it seemed that the whole world was filled with that purple light, and everyone's eyes were completely attracted by that purple light.

"The morning sun is rising, there is purple qi coming from the east, good artistic conception, good swordsmanship!" Mu Qingfeng couldn't help but praise after seeing this purple light falling from the sky.

And at this time, a little golden light also lit up in the purple light, which was a little golden light picked up from the bottom up, without the artistic conception of the purple mang, but it was full of monstrous fierce atmosphere.

A gun, named: Huolin!

"Huh, Pingyang didn't hide!"

"Not good, Your Highness Princess, get out of the way!"

"This is Qingfeng's purple qi silver hook!"

Seeing that the Huolin spear did not retreat or evade, the surrounding sect disciples were also obviously startled, and immediately shouted loudly.

And Qingfeng was also obviously stunned at this time.

However, he was only stunned for a moment, because, at the moment when that little bit of gold touched the silver hook in his hand, a terrifying, almost exaggerated powerful force also attacked.

Fire Gun!

Among the ten treasures of the Great Xia Dynasty, it is known as the gun with the strongest attack power!

Coupled with the strong strength of the Pingyang Holy Realm, Qing Feng really didn't even have time to react with this shot, and the whole person was picked up by a powerful fierce force.

"Poof!" A mouthful of blood spurted out directly from Qing Feng's mouth, and his originally fierce face also became ruddy at this moment, because the power that rushed into his body made his entire body have a pain of being burned by the flames from within.

"You rushed over before you were ready, isn't this bullying?" a crisp voice rang out at this time.

Then, a fiery red figure also rushed into the sky, the bright red flower armor, under the sunlight, it looked extremely bright, coupled with the burning flames on the body, just like an elf bathed in flames.

"Buzz!" a tremor rang out.

The sky-high red light stained the sky, a kind of red that was comparable to the sunset, lit up from Pingyang's body and stabbed the sky.

At the same time, a bright red character also lit up on Pingyang's forehead, which was extremely complex, showing the strength of her Saint Realm powerhouse.

"What?!...... you" Qing Feng, who was flying in mid-air, looked at such a scene, and let out an extremely unbelievable voice from his mouth.

He wanted to say something more, but a crimson fire spear had already stabbed down, stabbing in front of him like lightning from top to bottom.

"Poof!"

There was an extra blood hole in Qing Feng's arm holding the Silver Hook Sword, and the blood splashed so that his hand holding the Silver Hook Sword could no longer be held at all.

And this doesn't seem to be over yet, the moment the silver hook sword was taken off, he also saw a foot, a foot that fell head-on and stepped on his face.

"Boom!" Under the powerful impact, Qing Feng's body fell to the ground without resistance, his face turned from red to white, and although his eyes were not closed, they were as if they were full of blood.

He wanted to stand up, but a little golden mang had already arrived in front of his eyes at this time, quietly staying in his throat, and the fierce aura weighed him down so that he couldn't move at all.

"I heard that you fought three hundred rounds with the Saint Realm powerhouse a year ago and were undefeated?" Pingyang Qingche's eyes looked at Qing Feng, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

"......" Qingfeng's lips moved, he wanted to say yes, but, I don't know why, he had a feeling of being completely speechless.

"Hahaha, needless to say, Princess Ben knows that you lost, and you don't have to blame yourself too much, because it is not ashamed to lose in the hands of Princess Ben, hahaha...... This princess has won again, winning two games in a row, even more powerful than Yan Xiu!" Pingyang didn't wait for Qing Feng to speak, and the wanton laughter rang out directly, echoing on the zenith of Tianchan Mountain.

And Qianyu opened her eyes at this moment, looking at Pingyang who was standing not far away with a bright smile on her face, and the corners of her mouth also showed a touch of relief from her heart.

As for the surrounding sect disciples, as well as Fuxi Valley, Yin Yang Palace, and even Mu Qingfeng and Heavenly Dao Pavilion disciples, they were all completely stunned at this moment.

"Win?!"

"Pingyang, you actually won?"

"How the hell did she win? Why did she do that?!"

No one can figure it out, because there is no such possibility, how can there be such a win? Isn't Qingfeng having the advantage of suppression?

Unless......

In an instant, a thought also flashed through everyone's minds.

However, when this thought flashed, everyone's faces completely changed, and it was a kind of shock and incredibleness that really came from the heart.

"Holy Realm!"

"Pingyang is a holy realm!"

"Sixteen years old...... Sixteen-year-old Holy Realm?!"

No one wants to believe such a thing, but it seems that only such a reason can explain the scene of Pingyang picking up Qingfeng with one shot just now.

Quiescence.

There was silence.

The sun was shining from the sky, and as usual on Pingyang's body, there was a faint red light flowing on the hundred flower nails, and the long hair like a waterfall fluttered gently in the wind.

And on Pingyang's forehead, the bright red characters are even more dazzling.

"Holy Realm, really Holy Realm!"

"Pingyang is a powerhouse in the Holy Realm!"

If it was just before, when everyone saw Pingyang, they would only say that Pingyang was cute and beautiful, but now, when the character representing the holy realm on Pingyang's forehead came into their sight, everyone had a feeling that their legs were weak.

Holy realm!

A sixteen-year-old Holy Realm!

If the eighteen-year-old Yan Xiu had caused a strong sense of frustration in their hearts, then when the sixteen-year-old Pingyang appeared in front of them, they no longer knew what words to use to describe it.

"Father, Pingyang is ......" Xianwang Lin Yun's eyes widened at this moment, even if he saw it with his own eyes, but looking at Pingyang who was standing in the field wrapped in red mangs, he still couldn't believe such a fact, because, half a year ago, Pingyang was really Amaterasu.

"Well, Pingyang, she's a saint!" Lin Mubai nodded.

"Congratulations to Your Majesty, congratulations to Your Majesty!"

"Congratulations to Her Royal Highness the Princess, for breaking through the Holy Realm!"

The generals and courtiers of the Great Xia Dynasty also knelt down at this moment, shouting towards the Holy Lord Lin Mubai and Pingyang who was standing not far away.

"Hahaha, get up! Princess Ben was Amaterasu half a year ago, but now it is a holy realm, how is it, is there a surprise? Is it exciting? Hahaha......" Pingyang smiled happily without the slightest concern, because she had been waiting for this day for too long.

“......”

“......”

Arrogant, wanton, arrogant, these are the words that rise in everyone's minds when they hear Binh Duong's words, however, they are speechless to deny that Binh Duong does have the capital of arrogance, wanton and arrogance.

Of course, it would be better if it could be a little more low-key.

It's a pity that ......

Pingyang is Pingyang, when she stands on this zenith, holding a fire spear, how can she not be arrogant.

"Click!" The cup in Moshanshi's hand was directly pinched and shattered, and the sneer on his face had long since disappeared at this moment, replaced by a kind of coldness, extremely coldness: "Master of the Thousand Floors, good means, I Moshanshi, I admire it today!"