"Nan Chu, Middle Eight!"

"Qianqin, Middle Sixth!"

In the middle of the sun, under the scorching sun, the sweat beads on the sideburns of the teenagers smashed on the horses one by one and fell to the ground to form a pit.

The spectators on the sidelines of the racecourse were also sweating profusely, and the dust on their faces was washed out one by one.

The voices of the teenagers were hoarse, and so were the voices of the spectators on the side of the racecourse.

"It's hot."

On the high platform, Jiang Yuanyuan put the cloth towel that wiped his sweat back on the plate in the maid's hand, "I never knew that the summer in Nanchu was so hot before. ”

"It's not just summer that's hot," Ji Jiashu said with a deep breath.

"Indeed," Jiang Yuanyuan glanced at him sideways, "It's the first time I've seen a dignified Chunhuajun sweating." ”

"It's as if I'm not alive," Ji Jiashu glanced at him helplessly, and just let the beads of sweat on his forehead flow down, quietly staring ahead.

He did sweat very little. After becoming Level 5, he was able to control his emotions almost completely, and he would not be affected by his emotions.

But looking at the stadium in the distance, he felt the heat rushing to his head for the first time in a long time.

He watched the polo battle in full swing in the distance, the polo battle between Qianqin and Nanchu had reached the end, but not only did the heat not decrease, but it became more and more intense.

Unlike the situation in the early days when Qin was pressed and beaten, the battle situation on the field has become evenly balanced, all the young men have already fought hard, their bodies are soaked with sweat, and many of them are still hanging colors, but in such a situation of embarrassment, everyone's eyes are as bright as stars, and they refuse to let go of a ball.

"It's really hot," Jiang Yuanyuan looked at the fierce battle on the court, "I really didn't expect it to be the most popular in this one." ”

Ji Jiashu followed his gaze and looked at the entire Nanchu Racecourse. At the time of the fierce battle between the former Qin and the Southern Chu, the Northern Wei and Later Liao, and the Eastern Wu and the Central Tang Dynasty were also engaged in polo battles in the other two fields.

Soochow and Zhongtang have always been unpopular, and when the polo war began, the Northern Wei Dynasty and Houliao had the most people on the sidelines, and they cheered from time to time. But with the development of the game, whether it was the Eastern Wu side or the Northern Wei side, the people watching were almost finished by the former Qin and Southern Chu sides.

Standing on a high place, you can see the stark contrast between the numbers of the three parties.

And at this moment, accompanied by a bell, the examiner's announcement was heard in the distance.

"Zhongtang admits defeat! In the first round of the polo battle, Soochow won! ”

"Zhongtang admits defeat," Jiang Yuan glanced to the east.

In the second half of the polo match, if the difference in the number of goals scored by the two sides is too far, the side with the lower number of goals can choose to concede. After all, there is no hope of turning the tables, and if it continues, it will be a loss to the respective cultivators.

At this time, the first win of the first round of the polo battle has already appeared.

"This scene is the most suspenseful, it is better for Zhongtang to last until this time, and this stepson has a little bit of itself." Jiang Yuan said lightly.

"After all, it's Qionghua's nephew," Ji Jiashu said.

"That skirt is a bit proficient in eating, drinking, and having fun," Jiang Yuanyuan said. Although Zhongtang has no combat effectiveness, Zhongtang people also like polo, and they will play some for fun.

"The Northern Wei and Houliao sides should be almost over," Ji Jiashu looked to the west.

"It's three balls missing, and Houliao shouldn't be able to play anymore, although it's not as bad as the one in the Tang Dynasty, but after all, it's the Northern Wei Dynasty who is facing it, and it's still impossible to play three balls," Jiang Yuanyuan said, "Houliao has not been able to do it in recent years, and it doesn't seem to be a rumor." ”

"After all, there are very few actual battles," Ji Jiashu said, "The Later Liao National Division has also been going deep and simple in recent years. ”

And at this moment, a bell rang again from the west, followed by a majestic shout.

"Hou Liao admits defeat! In the first round of the polo battle, Northern Wei won! ”

"Here, we're all right," Jiang Yuanyuan looked to the west. Different from the appearance of the sweat-soaked sleeves of the young men in the former Qin and Southern Chu, the cultivators of the Northern Wei Dynasty beat their horses and left the venue, which was no different from the usual, with a few drops of sweat on their bronzed faces, at most only a little dust.

"The Northern Wei Dynasty is still terrifyingly strong," he said lightly, "It's just that the descendants have such strength, and they can go to the battlefield to kill the Northern Wei people at the age of ten." ”

"If it is a cavalry battle, it seems that Nanchu has no chance of winning." Jiang Yuanyuan groaned, but Ji Jiashu felt a little cool in his heart when he heard this.

Could it be that Southern Chu wanted to start a war with Northern Wei?

"Now, that's all that's left for the last one."

However, without waiting for Ji Jiashu to think about it, Jiang Yuanyuan's gaze suddenly turned to him.

"Chunhua-kun," the young prince's gaze made it impossible to see emotion, "who do you think can win?" ”

Ji Jiashu was stunned when he heard this, and looked at the only court in the middle where there was a fierce battle.

Who can win?

The scores of Qianqin and Nan Chu were extremely tight, and although Nan Chu was in the lead at this time, it wouldn't be long before Qianqin would catch up.

The woman wouldn't miss a chance.

With the leap of the black cloth, the slender figure once again tore apart Nanchu's defense line.

"Qianqin, Zhongqi!"

There is only one goal left!

"It's really not until the end, and I can't see the ending." Jiang Yuanyuan looked at the girl on the court, and even he couldn't help but sigh.

Before this polo match began, I am afraid that no one would have predicted the current situation.

I didn't expect that Qianqin, who had almost lost his prestige among the six countries within the Great Wall, could fight with Nan Chu, the current overlord of the continent, into this inseparable situation.

Even he had to admit that it was that girl who made Qianqin desperate.

In the voice of that girl's Qin wind, the former Qin cultivator who had originally lost his fighting spirit regained his morale, but everyone didn't expect that what she did was more than just a song.

"Zhao Qing, south. The third person on the left. ”

"Yingxun, pass to the right!"

"Wu Ziyan, three zhang in the southeast, don't move!"

"Why ......" was shouted to the former Qin cultivator who was stunned for a moment, but in the end, no one asked what all the teenagers wanted to ask.

That is, why do you know my name?

Before being called, no one knew that the former Qin princess who had just joined a long time ago, and the former Qin princess who had never known each other, actually knew all about them.

Ji Jiashu quietly watched the girl on the horse farm.

Ying Baoyue remembered every Rao name in the former Qin team.

Not only could she shout out, but she even knew what swordsmanship that cultivator was good at, and she was accustomed to that hand.

And the reason why he was able to do all this, Ji Jiashu's eyes appeared in front of the figure of the girl holding the dossier in the middle of the night.

She had investigated the information of all the cultivators who participated in the polo battle in the former Qin Society beforehand.

Be clear about each Rao's strengths and where they should be.

She has more than just a song, but so much more.

In every command of the girl, he could even see the meaning of arranging troops.

In the words of that girl, the Qianqin team at this time was no longer a plate of loose sand, but had become a sharp sword.

And that girl is the tip of the sharp sword.

"There's one last stick of incense left." Jiang Yuanyuan looked at the girl and said quietly.

That's right, there is one last stick of incense left.

Huo Zhan struck hard, and the black ball returned to Yingxun's sword.

Ye Siyuan's eyes cracked, and everyone's heartbeat almost stopped.

"Qianqin, Middle Eight!"

Flat!

All the big eyes inside and outside the field, some of the teenagers in Qianqin had red eyes.

There is still one last moment.

"Oops!" Blood splashed, and there were former Qin cultivators wailing.

"Die!" Ye Siyuan mobilized his true yuan to the extreme and grabbed the ball.

However, just before he reached the Qianqin goal, the slender figure like a nightmare crept in again.

"Die!"

No one on the other side answered him, just clicked, and the black ball fell under the Ying Baoyue Sword.

The next moment, she had already hit her horse and rushed towards the Nanchu goal.

"Everybody stop her! If you don't stop you, you're all going to die! Ye Siyuan was hoarse, and at the last moment, the people of Nanchu couldn't care about anything else, but to stop the girl.

Seeing that the woman's horse was outflanked by six cultivators, a smile appeared on the corner of Ye Siyuan's mouth.

"Match ......"

The examiner's voice came from afar, everything was about to end, but at this time, surrounded by Liurao, Ying Baoyue raised his sword high.

The girl was surrounded by a crowd and could not even see the figure, and in the moment of desperation, everyone understood that it was time for her to force her blow and shoot indiscriminately.

Impossible!

In the midst of all Rao's exclamations, the black wooden ball crossed a high arc, where time froze, and the sight of all Rao froze here.

Look at that impossible ball and fly in the direction of the impossible to enter.

Looking at the arc that staggered from the goal, the last trace of happy laughter appeared at the corner of Ye Siyuan's mouth.

However, in the next moment, another sword light lit up on the court.

In the frozen time and space, before the arc fell into a rao front, the young man looked at this scene in a daze, raising his sword to hit the ball.

The next moment, the bell rang in the middle of the field.

……

……

Amidst countless voices, Li Ji stood on the mountain peak in the distance, quietly looking at the boiling horse farm.

Looking at what everyone didn't understand, the girl's final blow.

It's not a primer on the ball, it's not an all-or-nothing bet.

It's a pass to Don't spare a ball.

Just when everyone thought she was going to shoot indiscriminately, the girl didn't do it.

That goal, it's a pass.

It was passed to the goal that was right next to the door, and the former Qin stepson Yingxun was in the best position to hit the ball.

This was the girl's last ball.

Amidst cheers and unbelievable cries, Li Ji watched as all the teenagers ran towards the woman.

And at this moment, last night's voice suddenly sounded in his ears.

"How long are you going to be alone?"

"I've never been alone."

Li Ji was slightly stunned.

At this moment, he suddenly understood, understood what the woman had been doing all along.

Looking at the horse farm in the distance, Li Ji opened his mouth slightly.

The girl is there.

Training.

From the beginning of the acquaintance, the girl had the breath of the battlefield, which is the so-called soldier's breath.

But it's different.

And at this time, Li Ji suddenly understood.

She's not a soldier.

She is the will.