Ay?

Helan Cheng was stunned when he heard this.

Ji Jiashu and Guichen and others in the house were also stunned.

Helan Cheng has doubted his ears many times today, and this time is probably the most outrageous one he thinks, but the girl in front of him speaks clearly, which makes people want to suspect that they heard it wrong.

"What did you say?" Helan Cheng looked at the anti-guest girl in front of him and smiled, "It's not me? ”

For a moment, he didn't know who the disciple of the Beihan Pavilion was, Helan Cheng looked at Ying Baoyue with a smile, "Do you think the lottery won't draw me so coincidentally?" ”

"The chess battle is the same as the last round of the battle, the first round is drawn, and then two and two battles are played to the last person." Helan Cheng said patiently.

He stared at the clear and beautiful eyes of the girl in front of him, those eyes were as quiet as the waters of the lake, but he now understood that there was a will as strong as steel and an ambition to do what he said.

"It doesn't matter if the draw is done or not, if you want to get the top spot, then we'll meet after all." Helan Cheng looked at Ying Baoyue and said word by word.

"Well, we'll meet." Ying Baoyue nodded, she knew very well that although this person had only won the last list in the last medical and drug battle, Helan Cheng's actual strength was among the best among the sixth-level cultivators.

At least it's stronger than Ye Siyuan.

Chess is a knockout game, and the winner will always meet in the end.

"You are really confident in what you say......" Although he proposed it, looking at the girl in front of him as if she had no doubt that she could save a rank seven to the end, Helan Cheng smiled bitterly, "The premise is that you don't meet other rank six before you meet me." ”

If he did, he was really a little curious about how this woman would defeat the other rank six.

Although chess battles are not formal martial arts, and cross-border battles are not impossible, you must know that there has not been a cross-border killing in the cultivation world for nearly ten years.

This girl was the strongest cultivator in this realm he had seen so far, but whether she could really achieve cross-border killing, no one dared to assert yet.

"Well," Ying Baoyue nodded, looked at the young man in front of her who seemed to be interested in her for some reason, and continued, "I will meet when I meet, but I still think that when the time comes, the Beihan Pavilion will be sent out to be my opponent, I'm afraid it's not just you." ”

Helan Cheng was stunned for a moment, convinced that he really heard correctly, and this woman was really not joking, she was serious.

"What did you say?" He also got serious, looked at Ying Baoyue and frowned and asked, "Then who do you think it will be?" ”

She is a former Qin person, how can she seem to know the Northern Cold Pavilion better than him? Could it be that she thinks that there are people in the current Beihan Pavilion disciples who are stronger than him?

Although Helan admits that he is not a genius, Ying Baoyue's words still hurt his self-esteem somewhat.

"Let's talk about it first, Meng Shi is not from the Northern Han Pavilion." He glared at Ying Baoyue and said, not to mention the Northern Han Pavilion, among all the Northern Wei people today, he admitted that Meng Shi was the only one who was stronger than him.

Although the unknown boy named Mo Hua next to Meng Shi was also a little deep, he could see that he was avoiding his edge when he was playing, as if he was pressing. I'm afraid that person was sent by the Northern Wei royal family to guard and control Meng Shi, and he didn't come to compete for the top spot, so there is nothing to be afraid of.

"yes, I know." Ying Baoyue looked at He Lancheng and nodded. The ranks of the Northern Wei Dynasty were divided into two factions, and she knew better than the Northern Wei people about the contradictions between Meng Shi and the Northern Wei Holy Maiden.

"And who are you talking about?" Helan Cheng counted the names of the junior brothers in his mind, he wanted to see which kid actually got this woman's blue eyes.

However, unexpectedly, Ying Baoyue sighed when she heard this, "I don't know either." ”

"I don't know the name?" Helan Cheng only felt more and more distressed, "You describe the characteristics of that person, and I will tell you his name." ”

The tone of the young man in front of him was already vicious, Ying Baoyue mourned for his non-existent junior brother, looked at him and smiled, "I didn't mean those Northern Cold Pavilion disciples I saw. ”

Among the disciples of the Northern Cold Pavilion she had seen, Helan Cheng was indeed the strongest.

"Who is that......" Helan Cheng's eyes widened and he was about to ask, but he saw that the expression of the girl in front of him suddenly calmed down.

"I just don't think she's going to let you deal with me again." Ying Baoyue said quietly.

Helan Cheng was stunned when he heard this.

Who she is is needless to say.

"You ......" He Lancheng looked at the girl in front of him with deep eyes, and found that Ji Jiashu on the side was also looking at her with a slightly stunned expression.

There was only one woman in the room, and for some reason, Helan Cheng's eyes suddenly appeared in front of him yesterday under the vast sunset, and the picture of the two women facing each other in the distance.

It's like a destined opponent.

"Everything is just my conjecture," at this time, Ying Baoyue raised her head and looked at Helan Cheng and smiled, "I will prepare for the chess battle first, Helan Gongzi, you and I will give you two injections first, don't think so much before you have the remaining poison, you can go back today." ”

"As for how you explain to the Northern Han Pavilion over there, it's up to you," Ying Baoyue looked at him and said lightly, "Whether you want to tell her that your poison has been cleared is up to you." ”

Helan Cheng stared at the girl in front of him, who had not panicked at this time.

She has such a clear idea of what is happening, but she doesn't think about what the shortcut is, so how is she going to win?

"If you still want to come tomorrow to get a needle, remember to bring money," Ying Baoyue looked at him and smiled, "If there is anything, you can also tell me tomorrow." ”

"Within the limits of not wanting money."

She has always been very welcome to the information of not wanting money.

She also wanted to verify the guess in her heart, and wanted to know what kind of people the Beihan Pavilion would send to deal with him.

She waited for the man to show up.

……

……

Helan Cheng left after the needle, and the Qing'an courtyard finally returned to quiet.

The blood stains on the inside of the house had been wiped away, but the faint smell of blood floating in the room still showed how terrible what had just happened.

"What the hell is the person you just said?"

Breakfast has been eaten, and Ji Jiashu has no reason to stay here. But just as he stepped out of the threshold, he stopped, turned to look at Ying Baoyue, who was standing at the table and didn't know what he was thinking, asked.

Ying Baoyue looked up at him when she heard this.

"Why do you say that Helan Cheng will not be your opponent in the next game?" Ji Jiashu took a deep breath and asked bluntly.

"Helan Cheng is indeed the strongest among the disciples of the Northern Han Pavilion in Southern Chu now." He looked into her eyes, "Don't you want him to help you?" ”

This sentence means that Ji Jiashu's thinking is much clearer than Helan Cheng's, and he is worthy of being a fifth-level cultivator. Ying Baoyue smiled and explained, "I didn't say that just to refuse his help. ”

Ji Jiashu probably thought that she had made such an excuse in order to refuse Helan Cheng's release of water.

But in fact it is not.

"Why is that?" Ji Jiashu asked when he heard this.

She knew that Ji Jiashu was worried about her by asking this, but Ying Baoyue didn't mind on her face, but smiled and looked at the young man standing by the threshold.

"I haven't asked before, but I heard that you and she have known her for a long time," Ying Baoyue smiled at Ji Jiashu.

Ji Jiashu's heart suddenly had an ominous premonition.

But the woman in front of her smiled and asked the question calmly.

"Xu Bingqing, the saint of the Northern Wei Dynasty, what kind of person is she in your eyes?"

Ji Jiashu's eyes lit up, and his scalp was a little numb for a while.