"Holy Son, are you okay alone?"

"Although Gu Yao and I haven't fully recovered our strength, we should be able to consume the strength of the Lower Palace, why don't you let the two of us play?"

At the place of Qin Palace, Mu Qingxue and the others all looked at Chu Yun with some worry, and Qin Jiu and Gu Yao even asked to fight with injuries.

Chu Yun shook his head and smiled: "No need, the two of you have already done enough for me, just leave the rest to me, right?"

"But the Holy Son..."Qin Jiu and the others still want to persuade again.

Qin Yin also came over at this time, and said to Chu Yun in a commanding tone: "Chu Yun, you will play the third battle, let Qingxue and Qin Qi fight first." ”

"Although the two of them are not strong, they can also play a role. ”

Now that Qin Jiu and Gu Yao have not recovered from their serious injuries, Qin Yin can only let the reserve personnel appear on their behalf.

"Listen to me this time, you are not allowed to refuse!"

The words of the piano are majestic and categorical, almost unquestionable.

Chu Yun chuckled: "Qin Palace Master, you should rest assured that you should raise the fetus, and you should not participate in the matter of the Tianjiao War." ”

After Chu Yun finished speaking, he also played the violin and stepped onto the stage, leaving only the sound of the piano behind him full of shame and anger.

"Chu Yun, you~"

"I'm so angry, kind as a donkey's liver and lungs!"

The sound of the piano was so angry that he stomped on his feet. Chu Yun is good at everything, but there is one thing that is not good, that is, once he decides something, he will not listen to persuasion at all, and no one can change it.

Qin Yin was angry, but Chu Yun's faint smile came from the front again: "Yin'er, you guys are good to watch below, if a broken claw Wengong can't cope with it, then how can you talk about winning the championship and winning the honor of the Nine Palaces Tianjiao?"

Chu Yun's words made Qin Yin, who was angry, shake his head, and finally laughed helplessly.

This stinky guy, no matter when, has this kind of mysterious confidence?

"It's just Chu Yun, how can it be so easy to win the championship in Tianjiao?"

"I only hope that you can lead the Qin Palace and go further. ”

The faint whisper of the piano.

On the side of the Sword Casting Hall, when he saw Chu Yun on stage, he immediately made an uproar.

"It's Brother Yun!"

"Brother Yun played in the first battle. ”

"Haha..."

"Brother Yun, pierce them!"

On the audience, Kaige and Ling Qingshu and others shouted excitedly.

In addition to the Sword Casting Hall, there were also some people who cheered for Chu Yun, secretly praying that this young man could continue to create miracles.

For example, the saintess of Fengqing Palace, Feng Xinyan.

"Chu Yun, I hope you can continue to write miracles, right?" Feng Xinyan smiled shallowly.

And Yun Yi, the black-robed young man on the side, was very unhappy when he saw Senior Sister actually lifting Chu Yun like this: "Senior Sister, don't think too highly of him. Although the Holy Son of Wengong is dead, Lan Zi and they are by no means good. ”

"No matter how powerful this Qin Palace kid is, after all, he is only one person, and after a few rounds, he will definitely not be able to hold on. ”

"In this battle, he will lose!"

Feng Xinyan didn't look at her, but said softly: "Then take a look." ”

She had a feeling that this young man named Chu Yun would create miracles.

"This guy, how dare you fight?"

"Kill the Holy Son of Wen Palace, in this battle, the people of Wen Palace are afraid that they will kill him with all their might, right?"

In the direction where the Sword Immortal Palace was located, Xia Jiang sneered.

Xia Lan and Lu Xuexin were much more honest, they just watched quietly and didn't say anything more.

The young man that the two of them liked was abolished by Chu Yun.

Now what kind of face do they have to laugh at Chu Yun?

Mu Guyan was also very calm and watched quietly.

In her opinion, today's battle is probably Chu Yun's last battle in Xiandu City.

"I hope that after he loses this battle, he will listen to me, leave Xiandu City, and return to Qin Palace. ”

Mu Guyan had already decided, if Chu Yun didn't leave, she would force him to leave.

Tomorrow is the battle of champions, as long as the Sword Immortal Palace defeats the Fengqing Palace in this battle, then the position of the champion is almost nine out of ten.

As long as he wins the championship, Mu Guyan can ask the lord of the country to let her take charge of the Sword Immortal Guard.

Sword Immortal Guard is the strongest force in Xiandu City, as long as he snatches the control of Sword Immortal Wei from Xing He, then at that time, Xing He will not be afraid in Mu Guyan's eyes, and even Xiandu City will fall under Mu Guyan's control.

However, Mu Guyan was also afraid, afraid that the river dog would jump off the wall.

At that time, Xiandu City must have been a bloody storm!

She didn't want to involve Chu Yun.

For so many years, he was the only teenager she cared about, and she just wanted him to live well.

On the seven-foot battle platform, Chu Yun stood faintly.

The breeze blew the ends of the boy's forehead.

At this time, Chu Yun's face was expressionless, like a pool of water, and his delicate face was so calm. Just so quietly felt the gaze of everyone, quietly waiting for the people of the Wen Palace to take the stage to fight.

However.

One minute

Two minutes

......

Ten minutes passed, but the people from the Wen Palace did not appear for a long time.

"Huh?"

"What's going on?"

"What about the people of the Wen Palace?"

"Why hasn't it shown up yet?"

The audience suddenly became noisy, and everyone whispered, confused, and whispered.

On the viewing platform, the lords of the Immortal Palace also frowned, and asked Xiang Ronghua suspiciously. Ask what happened and why the people from the Wen Palace haven't shown up yet.

"Ronghua Aiqing, what's going on?" Xing Jiutian, the lord of the country, also looked at Ronghua.

However, at this moment, a tall and strong young man suddenly appeared on the stage, clasped his fists at Chu Yun and said, "The Holy Son of Chu Yun is the appearance of a saint, and he has the talent to attract saints. Last night's battle at Wensheng Lake, our Wengong was ashamed of itself and was willing to bow down. ”

"Therefore, today's Tianjiao battle, I, Lan Zi, on behalf of the Wen Palace, admit defeat to the Holy Son of Chu Yun, and there is no need to fight again!"

What the?

"Throw in the towel?"

"Surrender without a fight!"

"What Wensheng Lake Battle?"

"And how did the Holy Son of Wengong become Lan Zi?"

"What the hell is going on?"

Suddenly, there was an uproar and boos.

Everyone in the audience trembled.

Now things have undoubtedly developed beyond everyone's expectations.

No one thought that the dormitory, which was supposed to be defeated in the eyes of everyone, would let the Wengong surrender without a fight, and without making a single move, it would be like this to jinru the final?

"Prime Minister, what the hell are you doing in the Wen Palace?"

"Chu Yun is a stinky boy, a group of women's palaces in Qin Palace, you actually let them enter the finals like this?"

"How are they qualified?" the candle dragon's eyes were red, and he yelled at Ronghua angrily.

I originally wanted to see Chu Yun being beaten and the Qin Palace was defeated, but who would have thought that it would end like this in the end.

Wen Gong actually directly admitted defeat?

What a hell of a mess.

Chu Yun, a bastard boy from the lower realm, actually broke into the finals?

The candle dragon simply couldn't accept it.

Mu Guyan couldn't help it, if Chu Yun entered the finals, wouldn't that mean that their Sword Immortal Palace would have to face Chu Yun again?

"Prime Minister, you have to think about it. You're damaging to you, but it's the reputation of the Wen Palace. Mu Guyan persuaded coldly.

Ronghua smiled faintly: "Chu Yun made Wen Shenghua bloom, and he is a genius that the ancestors of my Wen Palace liked." There is nothing to be ashamed of us in the Wen Palace to admit defeat to him. ”

"What's more, last night, my son had already fought on behalf of the Wen Palace, and the victory and defeat had already been divided, so why bother doing it again today. ”

Hearing Rong Hua's words, everyone wanted to persuade them again, but Xing Jiutian laughed heartily.

"Haha~ It is worthy of the glory of my immortal country. ”

"With such a mind, you are the prime minister of my immortal country, which is the luck of the people of the Nine Palaces. ”

"Guyan, if you don't accept the young man of the Qin Palace, then let your Sword Immortal Palace work hard to break into the finals, and teach him a lesson in the finals. ”

The first match of the semi-finals ended in an unexpected way.

Chu Yun did not make a single move, and successfully led the Qin Palace to the finals.

Many people in the audience sighed that Qin Gong was really lucky, how could he enter the finals?

"Haha~"

"It's still Brother Yun's awesome. ”

"I was so scared that Wen Gong didn't dare to fight. "The people of the Sword Forge Hall are crazy with joy.

Qin Jiu and others were also surprised.

In today's battle, they were still worried, who would have thought that the Wen Palace would surrender without a fight. This time, it was them who made it to the finals lying down.

But the sound of the piano couldn't be happier.

Ronghua is a scheming man, how could he admit defeat so hastily.

"That old guy, I don't know what kind of medicine is sold in the gourd?" Qin Yin was worried.

"Why, the deity led the Qin Palace to the finals, are you not happy?" Chu Yun immediately asked with a smile when he saw the strangeness of Qin Yin.

"You can still laugh? You really think that Ronghua is a good lord. Qin Yin glanced at Chu Yun, this guy has no heart and lungs, and he is so calm when he kills the son of the prime minister.

"So what? Does that old thing dare to kill me himself?"