Mo Hua's actions were obvious to Ying Baoyue, he didn't want to see Chen Zihan use the wind magic sword, so he chose to play like this.

Therefore, it was precisely because Chen Zihan was not weak that Mo Hua chose to strike before he used the Wind Magic Sword, and quickly ended this battle.

In the battle just now, the young man of the Northern Wei Dynasty also took a certain risk, once the sword path was blocked, he would lose the opportunity in this battle.

But in the end, he won the gamble at a risky pace.

In any case, the calmness of being able to choose the style of play at will without exposing the direct sword technique is amazing enough.

Behind the simple sword technique, there is a gap in strength that only high-level cultivators can understand.

"I lost." Compared with the shock of the audience, Chen Zihan's expression was very calm. He glanced at the shiny blade under his neck, looked at the black and white eyes of the young man in front of him, and said lightly, "I'm not your opponent. ”

A hint of complexity flashed in Mo Hua's eyes, and the next moment he put his sword into the sheath, paused and said, "Your swordsmanship is good." ”

"I haven't even used my swordsmanship, how do you know it's good?" Although he could accept the result of losing the sword, but hearing this obviously brainless praise, Chen Zihan couldn't help but speak no matter how far away he refused.

He looked at the young man in front of him without the slightest joy of victory, and was deeply speechless.

"I ......" Mo Hua was stunned, Chen Zihan didn't know why he actually saw a trace of guilt in the eyes of this young man.

"Anyway, I can see that your swordsmanship is good," he paused, "I ...... Will compensate you later. ”

"What's that?" Chen Zihan became more and more confused by the second monk. Although he was indeed a little unwilling to lose in the round of sixty-four, how could the young man who defeated him look like he bullied him?

If he was Ye Siyuan and Du Siqi's kind of son-in-law with a lot of self-esteem, he would definitely think that the other party would look down on him and make trouble.

It's just that in Chen Zihan's opinion, even if this person thinks so when he takes 10,000 steps back, the other party does have the capital to look down on him in terms of swordsmanship.

"Ah, I don't mean to look down on you." At this time, the young man in front of him seemed to realize the problem of his own law, and changed his words, "You are already very strong in the sixth level, but I ...... it."

It's just that you're not a tier six, aren't you? Chen Zihan was speechless. He looked at the ordinary-looking young man in front of him, but his eyes looked a little noisy for some reason, frowned and asked, "How old are you?" I'm age. ”

Mo Hua was stunned for a moment and then spoke, "Seventeen." ”

"Isn't that the end," Chen Zihan put his sword into the sheath and said lightly, "We are the same age." No matter what special situation you have, losing is losing, I'm not as strong as you, it's as simple as that. ”

Skills are not as good as others, and if you lose, you lose.

After he walked to the steps of the stage, he remembered the swordsmanship of this young man just now.

Simple, straightforward, swift, crisp and clean.

Perhaps it can only be described as the pinnacle.

This is no longer the same realm of swordsmanship as them.

"You don't have to compensate me for anything, it's my own inadequacy," he glanced back at Mo Hua behind him, "Although I don't know why people like you want to come to participate in the Beginner Ceremony, but if you win, you win, you don't have to feel guilty, at least not for me." ”

It's just that......

Chen Zihan walked down the steps, taking a deep breath, he looked at Chen Zichu and the others who were watching him walk back, and his eyes couldn't help but fall on the girl on the side.

Ying Baoyue noticed his gaze and beckoned to him with a smile.

But looking at her face, Chen Zihan's expression suddenly became complicated.

He has been able to enter the mid-level ceremony, and he has no obsession with the top of the list, and it is nothing if he doesn't go to the end, but what about her?

This Mo Hua is by no means as simple as his appearance, and he can even be as strong as Meng Shi

"What's wrong with you? Where did it hurt? Looking at Chen Zihan, who had been watching her all the way back to their side, Ying Baoyue asked with some confusion.

"No, it's over in an instant, and there is no chance of support," Chen Zihan looked at Ying Baoyue and smiled bitterly.

"After all, that swordsmanship just now is really powerful," Ying Baoyue said with a smile, and at this time, Mo Hua behind Chen Zihan also happened to walk in front of their group.

"Young Master Mo," the same treatment Meng Shi received before, Ying Baoyue smiled and applauded when she saw him, "The swordsmanship just now is really beautiful." ”

"Here we go again," Jiang Yuanyuan glanced at Ji Jiashu on the high platform meaningfully, "She really likes swordsmanship." ”

"Second Highness, I suggest you stop making fun of me," Ji Jiashu took a deep breath and glanced at him, "I listen, Your Majesty will choose a new marriage contract for you after this beginner ceremony......

"Let's stop this question first." Jiang Yuanyuan, who killed 1,000 enemies and lost 800 himself, raised his hand to end the topic.

And the next moment, the two people on the high platform were stunned at the same time when they heard Ying Baoyue's next sentence.

Just after Ying Baoyue praised him, unlike Meng Shi, Mo Hua stopped and looked at her.

Seeing him look over, Ying Baoyue smiled and added a word.

"The swordsmanship just now is warm and vigorous, really like the sun."

Warm? Vigorous? Sun?

Jiang Yuanyuan seriously suspected that he and this woman were not watching the same battle. Where is Mo Hua's simple and dry swordsmanship just now?

However, hearing Ying Baoyue's words, Zhao Guang found that the pupils of the young man in front of him shrank.

"You ......" He took a step towards Ying Baoyue, and then Zhao Guang found that Li Ji beside him suddenly moved.

As if sensing something, Mo Hua glanced at the man wearing a bronze mask on the side and stopped.

"Can you see my swordsmanship?" Three paces away, he stared silently at the woman in the crowd.

"Although it was dismantled from a few moves, it can be seen that the original moves must be very enthusiastic." Ying Baoyue looked at him and smiled.

Although he was praising him, for some reason Zhao Guang felt that the hairs on the other side were about to stand on end after hearing it.

"Her Royal Highness the princess has won the award," Mo Hua took a deep breath, didn't say anything more, and left after a salute.

Chen Zichu patted Chen Zihan's shoulder beside him, feeling a little relieved for some reason.

The dark horse battle that everyone was looking forward to ended every time there was a splash, as if it was driven by the atmosphere of this one, and the subsequent battles were mostly decent, and there were no more accidents.

At noon on the sun, the Battle of the Sixty-Four was over, and there were only thirty-two cultivators left in the field.

Halfway through the second day, it was time for the midday break.

This time, everyone in the Southern Chu State Teacher's Mansion still gathered together to eat dim sum, but halfway through the dim sum, there was one less person in the crowd.

Ying Baoyue walked alone into the depths of the mountain forest.

When she was sure that no one was following, she leaned against the trunk of a tree and pulled out the ruby she wore on her chest.