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Unexpectedly, the sky was still hazy and blue, and nearly 100 people gathered around the competition platform. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoThere are butcher guys, sweeping small si. Most of them are ordinary heirs in coarse linen clothes, but they are extraordinary.

The rules of the Qin Palace's mansion are strict, except for the prince and his direct blood relatives, the rest are coarse linen clothes. Even if the children are well educated and have some money, they can't break this rule.

Because of this, the ordinary heirs live in the pavilion palace with red eyes on the silk clothes worn by the prince. was served by maids and servants, delicious food and drink.

The reason why they came here was not to cheer for Qin Yu or to see what was going on. But...... They were afraid that Qin Hao would really fall into Qin Yu's hands.

Everyone regards Qin Hao as their prey.

Qin Tianyi's fifty taels of silver is very attractive, and Qin Hao's status as the prince is very attractive. All the temptations added together, making ordinary heirs eager to strip Qin Hao naked and eat it alive.

Being stared at by the scorching gaze, Qin Hao frowned, and walked up to the competition platform with some heaviness. He hadn't washed and changed his clothes, he hadn't eaten a full meal, and it was very rude to appear in front of the crowd like this.

However, when his expression fell into the eyes of the onlookers, it became a symbol of worry and fear.

"Is he scared? Why is his face gloomy?" muttered to someone in a panic, as if he was about to compete.

The person next to him frowned, hesitated for a while, and finally hesitated and said, "Probably not, Qin Hao can defeat three powerful heirs in a row, there should be two brushes." ”

"The first three people together are not Qin Yu's opponents, how can they be compared with each other. ”

"It's over, it's over, I'm afraid the identity of the prince will be preempted by Qin Yu......"

In the midst of the discussions, Qin Yu shrugged his muscles, strutted his head, and walked up to the stage with a high spirit, and the ghost-headed broadsword he was carrying behind him rubbed his teeth on the black stone, splashing Dao sparks.

"Don't worry, I won't let you lose too badly. Qin Yu opened his mouth, his beard shook with his smile, and he was carrying a ghost-headed broadsword more than one person high, looking quite intimidating.

The ghost head knife is almost twice as tall as Qin Hao, the terrifying volume gives people a sense of oppression, and dark blood spots are accumulated in the blood tank, which shows that there are not a few dead souls under the ghost head knife.

Staring at the rusty ghost head knife, Qin Hao lowered his eyelids, sighed a little disappointed, and took out a three-inch long dagger from his waist, stretched out his right hand, and pierced Qin Yu's eyebrows with a sharp edge.

"Let's do it. He carried his left hand on his back and said lightly.

Stunned, shocked, and indifferent, all expressions flashed on Qin Yu's dark and calm face. Qin Hao had a sword scabbard around his waist, but what he pulled out was a dagger. This is a great contempt for Qin Yu!

And the faces of the onlookers showed expressions of hatred and even despair. A dagger against a long knife is tantamount to hitting a stone with an egg. What's more, Qin Hao's spiritual power, as well as his realm, are much lower than Qin Yu.

The ordinary heirs of the onlookers no longer had any hope for Qin Hao in their hearts, and the dream of rewarding fifty taels of silver would fly with the wind.

Among them, there are stronger ones, who want to compete with Qin Hao's heirs, so they can only shake their heads and sigh, "This time, it's ......."

"You will regret your frivolous actions. Qin Yu's face was gloomy and he said coldly.

Seeing that Qin Yu's face was not very good-looking, Qin Hao realized that there was something wrong with his actions. He smiled apologetically, but insisted on holding on to the dagger, silently waiting for Qin Yu to make a move.

The Xue Lan Sword was his real killer move, and when Qin Hao effortlessly defeated the five people who came to challenge yesterday, he deeply realized this. He decided that unless his life was in danger, he would never use the Xue Lan Sword lightly.

Suddenly, the competition platform was shrouded in a whirlwind out of thin air, circling and winding around the ghost-headed long knife, and the slightest fishy aura diffused out, adding a bit of murderous meaning to the atmosphere.

The person with a tricky vision had a solemn face, and said in a deep voice, "What Qin Yu uses should be the Yellow Rank top-grade martial art, Whirlwind Slash." But this is the first time I've seen someone who can induce a whirlwind when they induce martial arts. ”

"I've been cultivating a yellow-level martial art for ten years, I'm afraid it's already perfect. Someone else shook their heads and sighed, looking at Qin Hao with their eyes full of worry.

The moment the whirlwind blew, Qin Hao guessed the other party's martial arts. Because he was in the Treasure Pavilion, he had flipped through this martial art.

This technique is called Whirlwind Slash, which is a high-grade sword martial art of the Yellow Rank, and it is superior in both speed and strength. But the reason why Qin Hao didn't choose this kind of fighting technique was because there was a fatal reason......

The ghost knife pointed at the air, carrying flying sand and withered leaves, as if blending into the wind, overwhelmingly strangling.

The wind was fast, the knife was flying, and the onlookers felt dazzled for a while, and they could no longer trace the ghost knife, so they couldn't help but sigh again and again, and were inexplicably frightened by Qin Yu.

Staring at the gradual sword, Qin Hao's immature little face was calm and abnormal, and the deepest part of his black pupils faintly flickered a little red, fleeting, like a distant disillusioned star.

"Why?" Qin Hao muttered, a touch of confusion between his eyebrows.

The Whirlwind Slash is a violent and swift technique, and the stormy moves make people unable to parry, and finally die in the chaos. However, the moves Qin Yu showed today made Qin Hao extremely confused.

Because......

Ding――

The crisp sound of gold and iron is like a fixed talisman, freezing the frenzied knife and the chaotic crowd into a stagnant picture. In the picture, the only discordant dynamic factor is the ghost-headed broadsword that is flying upwards and is doing a free-fall movement.

"It's too slow, why is it so slow...... Qin Hao frowned, staring at the ghost-headed broadsword that was knocked into the air, silent.

The whirlwind slash move is gorgeous, dazzling, and it seems to be a good volume of exercises, but in fact it is flashy, and the fatal blow that really falls is weak.

Even though Qin Yu had cultivated to the fullest and had already danced the knife without any flaws, in Qin Hao's seriousness, the speed of the final blow was as slow as a turtle crawling, allowing him to easily grasp the weakness and knock the knife away.

Qin Yu covered the mouth of his bleeding right hand, his eyes were as big as pigeon's eggs, and his convulsive facial muscles shook off a few drops of cold sweat, penetrating into his beard, he opened his mouth, and his dry throat did not make any sound.

The onlookers, stunned, stood stunned, even forgetting to blink and breathe, just staring at the ghost head knife in the air a few times, and then fell to the ground.

Goo-dong -

I don't know who swallowed the saliva first, the group of people woke up like a big dream, looked at each other, and there was a cheer behind them after a long pause, only a hundred people, but the sound was boiling, staring at Qin Hao with folded eyes, and there was no lack of fanatical worship.

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