The battle of the thousand nights has already rushed through twenty-five rounds, and between the gestures, there is a faint tidal sound, and the wind and thunder occasionally move. The faint crimson force light on his fist became more and more vigorous, intersecting with the blue light between Song Zining's palms. Suddenly, both of them were shocked in their upper bodies, and it turned out that although their moves failed to connect, the external force seemed to collide with each other physically!

A hint of surprise flashed in Song Zining's eyes, and then turned into a smile. Qianye didn't think there was anything special about this Force collision, he just found that Song Zining's Force was completely different from back then, flexible as water, weak but strong, flickering and growing, unpredictable. And Qianye's own Force is still the characteristic of the battle, fierce and brave, sharp and sharp!

The many big people in the stands looked at them like torches, and they had already noticed the small detail just now.

Hua Yangbo, who was sitting in the second seat at the bottom left of Duke Wei Guo, was surprised and said, "I'm not mistaken, right? The release of the Force below level seven can already be called geniuses, and the two of them can condense the real form without using secret combat skills?"

Changping Bo next to him said: "One of them is the seventh son of the Song Dynasty, and the other one is a civilian......" Before he finished speaking, the situation in the field changed drastically.

Qianye and Song Zining finally collided with each other's fists, and received the first blow since the start of the war!

As soon as Qianye stood firm, he saw Song Zining on the other side smiling at him, and then raised his hands. In Qianye's strange gaze, the guard of the Guogong Mansion patrol fell in the fighting arena, and he reacted, Song Zining is admitting defeat?

The audience was in an uproar!

Qianye was stunned and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

Song Zining stretched out his hand to hold his chest, frowned slightly, and said, "I fought with that brute bull for too long in the last game, and I have already suffered internal injuries. Being hit by your force, it seems that the injury is even worse, and there is really no strength to fight again. ”

Qianye was speechless for a while, counting the sixth round, it was the second time he encountered an opponent who conceded defeat due to too much injury in the front court, what kind of luck is this! But the last time that person left the court, he couldn't even stand on his feet, but Song Zining didn't look like he couldn't afford to be seriously injured.

At this time, even Wei Guogong in the stands sent a messenger down to inquire, but Song Zining's words were still as prefaced, so Qianye won this game extremely inexplicably.

The bigwigs who watched the battle were extremely speechless by the messages brought back by the messengers. In the seventh round of the battle, the battle between Song Zining and Wei Potian attracted the most attention, and everyone could see it clearly, and the two did not have a head-on collision from the beginning to the end.

The Far Eastern Wei clan's secret combat skills 'Thousand Heavy Mountain' and 'Tongming Shattered Empty Fist' are notoriously powerful and consumed, so Song Zining and others dragged Wei Potian down alive, and everyone praised Song Zining's tactical choice at that time. Could it be that 'Thousand Heavy Mountains' still has unknown anti-injury attributes?

Sitting next to the right of Wei Guogong is an old man with a strange face, today is the first time to watch the battle, looking at the seat he sits, his identity should be quite respected, so he spoke very politely, frowned: "How can the seventh son of the Song family look so ambitious, what internal injuries? I think it's true that he doesn't want to fight against the second child of the Zhao family!"

Wei Guogong stroked his beard and said in a deep voice: "I heard that Song Zining entered the Song Valve heir sequence because he practiced the ancient secret method 'Three Thousand Floating Leaves'?"

The old man Yiguang Hou nodded, still with a look of hesitation, and said: "The secret method of Song Valve has not been practiced for hundreds of years, and in the history of the empire, the 'Three Thousand Floating Leaves Technique' used to be side by side with the 'Great Yan Heavenly Technique', but I don't think that the children of Song Valve who can practice this method now have such a mentality. ”

Wei Guogong just smiled, although Yiguang Hou was old, his temper was as fierce as when he was young. No wonder he was willing to come all the way to participate in a small Tianxuan Spring Hunt, and his obedient voice turned out to be aimed at Song Zining?

Hua Yangbo listened to the conversation between the two on the side, and interjected, "Song Zining doesn't seem to be walking around before, and there is very little information about him. ”

Yiguang Hou really said, "He lived in the 'Wendao Manor' until he became an adult, which was the place where the old Fengjun of the Song Dynasty lived for the rest of his life. Not to mention that the news from there spread to the outside, not everyone within Song Valve himself is qualified to ask the old lady for peace. ”

Song Valve Lao Fengjun, Song Zining's great-grandmother, Duchess of Anguo. She is the only Duchess in Daqin whose title is different from that of her husband, which means that her title comes from her own strength.

While speaking, another game was over, and Zhao Junhong defeated Yin Qiqi. Zhao Ergongzi is indeed the leader of the younger generation, and being able to stand all the way to the finals is proof of this, and he wins every game neatly, and there is no stalemate in the battle.

In comparison, Qianye's record is very criticized. He almost won in the sixth round and the semifinals without a fight, which was a big bargain, and although the second place in the road did not have custom guns, the bonuses and weapons that could be obtained cumulatively were worth thousands of gold coins.

That's the end of today's ring match, and the final battle will be held the next day.

Gambling is inevitable on the periphery of any event, and this is especially true for large-scale events such as Tianxuan Spring Hunting, where the total number of guards and servants of each family exceeds 10,000. However, as soon as the results of the semi-finals came out, the handicap that was supposed to be the most popular decisive battle was suddenly crowded, because there was too much suspense.

It wasn't until late in the evening that the gamblers became slightly interested, and the newly opened board had more than 1,000 gold coins from nowhere to bet on the Thousand Nights Win. So many people have bet, although the odds are amazing one to thirty, to bet dozens of gold coins to win back one, but this kind of steady win without losing extra money, there are still many people willing to do it.

Now that the gambling game has gained popularity, even if it is a one-sided bet on Zhao Junhong to win, it can be regarded as supporting the scene, so a series of small handicaps were derived after nightfall. For example, there are bets on how long Zhao Junhong wins, there are different odds from one minute to thirty minutes, and the odd and even numbers of time can also be bet. You can also bet on how Zhao Junhong will win, such as punches, kicks, secret techniques, etc., and the odds are also different.

There are even people who whimsically bet on the head hammer, of course, the odds are extremely high, everyone knows that the children of Zhao Dao have always paid the most attention to demeanor and appearance, and such a trick without grace will never be used. Although it is a small fight of a few gold coins, the atmosphere is lively and full of fun. I have to admire that this new dealer has a hand today.

Qian Ye didn't care about the disturbances of the outside world, he spent the whole afternoon meditating in the cultivation room, pushing the military battle to the thirty-fifth round again, and then carefully observing the bearing situation in various parts of his body. You must know that when cultivating the Dao, you can reach thirty-five rounds, and you can't beat this power in battle, and the battle is too strong and strong, and when you run in the bloodline, it will damage the internal organs, and if you release the force through the body, the damage to the body will be even greater.

Qianye is trying to find that limit now. Otherwise, even if Zhao Junhong really abides by the preface and presses the Force to level five, he may not be able to win with thirty rounds of Soldier King Strike. The fifth level of the Esoteric Combat Skill and the standard fifth level are two completely different concepts, just like the difference between the Inland Airship and the Interstellar Airship.

Suddenly, Qianye's body shook slightly, and the golden blood qi circulating outside his heart suddenly jumped out, passing over the tide of the Force of Dawn like a heron, and took away a wisp of the Force. Qianye was extremely surprised, and couldn't help but feel it, and found that the wisp of Dawn Force that was dragged away was extremely refined and pure, and it was obviously the essence of the thirty-five rounds of Force Tide that had been tempered repeatedly.

Since in the past, only ordinary blood qi was strengthened by devouring the force of dawn, and golden blood qi only devoured ordinary blood qi, making Qianye once think that this was the promotion rule of blood power, but now it seems that this is not the case. Thinking of the cold breath that had swallowed the cold breath of Chief Wen before, Qianye couldn't help but have a strange thought, could it be that it was a picky eater?

This thought made Chiya herself laugh. At this time, he had completed today's cultivation and controlled the tide of the Force to slowly recede.

After Qianye returned to his room, a servant of the Yin family sent a gift box and a letter with a unique form. He opened it and saw that on the rice paper, a few strokes sketched a lively spring night scene, and there were a few words inviting him to the banquet below, and the last was a simple map marking the direction.

Although the handwriting of the text is unfamiliar, the structure and bearing have a familiar feeling. Qianye flipped through the cover and saw Song Zining's signature. In the past few days, Song Zining has sent similar things here several times, but he hasn't seen them once in Qianye, and they were all thrown out of the house by Qiqi. I don't know how this thing leaked in?

Qianye looked at the sketch map under the letter again, and the location was estimated to have left the spring hunting camp, near the passage to the back mountain. He thought about it, put away the paper, then said hello to the guard on duty, and walked out of the Yin family's courtyard.

At this time, at the top of the towering ancient tree in the back garden, Kiki was standing there alone, watching Qianye walk out of the gate of the courtyard. His figure disappeared after a section of courtyard wall and greenery, and reappeared on a gardenia-covered path on the west side of the courtyard, turning a corner and heading west. That's the direction of the suburbs.

Kiki's phoenix eyes were dark and extremely quiet. It's not that she didn't hear the gossip behind everyone's backs, some suspected that Song Qigongzi's hobbies were different from ordinary people, and some guessed that Qigongzi and Miss Qiqi were at odds and deliberately dug into the corner. But Qianye never said anything, and he didn't even ask.

Qiqi didn't know what the hell Song Zining was doing, but she knew very well what Qianye's attitude meant. Because her own reaction to similar things in the past is the same as that of Qianye now, that is, she doesn't care at all.

The spring mountain breeze is softer, and even though it is evening, the aroma of the flowers and trees still does not dissipate when the sun burns during the day, and there is an abundant warmth. Kiki walked into the canopy, sat down in her usual place, and slowly, curled herself up into a small ball.