However, it is obvious that this cold commander is not in a good mood, and when he saw the defeat of his beloved son, his face was as cold as a glacier.Chinese

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"Throw in the towel. With these two words alone, before the words fell, Leng Qianqiu flew away with Leng Mo. Lost. Leng Mo lost without any suspense.

The strength of Yu Chi Tiande is simply desperate, even Ji Fanxing, who has just shone brightly, is dwarfed by the world-shattering divine power of [King Qin].

The entire Ten Thousand Beasts Platform was silent for several minutes. It wasn't until Wei Chi Tiande put away the golden double hammer and stood in the ring again, scanning the audience expressionlessly, that he suddenly heard a tsunami-like cheer.

The name "Yu Chi Tiande! Yu Chi Tiande!" seems to shake the entire Longling Mountain Range, and it will spread throughout the entire Qin and Tang Empires at the speed of a whirlwind!

In the warm applause, the exclamation was endless.

"Yu Chi Tiande, the overlord among the contemporary Tianjiao!"

"The leader of this year's hunting competition must be General Wei Chixiao!"

"The number one martial arts family in the Qin and Tang Empires is none other than the Wei Chi family!" On the referee's seat, the three assessment instructors sent by the Longling Arsenal this time couldn't wait to stand up and start competing for this rare martial arts wizard.

"This little general Wei Chi has a domineering heart, and he is the most suitable for cultivating the peerless martial arts in my [True Martial Sect]!" Chu Tian looked at the other two with a smile.

The white-haired old man with Ah Cai and Ah Mao said with a smile: "Our [Imperial Spirit Sect] can definitely help Lieutenant Chi Tiande to improve even more!" Another middle-aged man in a brown robe immediately shook his head: "You [Imperial Spirit Sect] can only control some cats and dogs beasts, and you are about to move your swords, guns and swords, then our [Ten Thousand Blades Sect] is superior!" The Longling Arsenal only selects suitable disciples in this hunting competition every five years, and it is usually a battle for this leader, and there are often endless arguments at this time, and the disciples who follow the three teachings are like Ah Cai and Ah Mao, and they have long been surprised.

It's just that I didn't expect that after arguing a few words with the teaching of the [Ten Thousand Blades Sect], he actually mentioned Leng Mo, the player who had just been defeated.

"This son has excellent mental perseverance, if it weren't for the gap in learning, I'm afraid he wouldn't be inferior to Wei Chi Tiande. This was echoed by the other two teachers.

It can be seen that in the first battle, although Leng Mo was defeated, the door of the Longling arsenal did not seem to be closed.

He, there is still hope. Amid the cheers in the sky, the battle for the top four has officially ended. The top four of the National Destiny Hunting Tournament were born Ye Feng, Ji Fanxing, Yu Chi Tiande and Meng Yunfei.

On the referee's seat, General Zhang Meng announced that all the players would rest for two hours and continue the final competition in the afternoon.

Ye Feng quickly came down from the top four seats, ready to go and see Leng Mo's situation. I was halfway there, but I suddenly met two old acquaintances.

"Brother Ye!" Ah Mao ran up with a smile, followed by naturally the cold-faced little cheetah Ah Cai.

"Brother Ye, you are so powerful, you will take that little pervert down with one move, with your strength, you may have a chance to enter the Longling Arsenal, I am very optimistic about you!" Ye Feng smiled, and was about to ask about the cat barking last time, when he suddenly heard Ah Mao's muttering to himself.

"If you enter the Longling Arsenal, it's best to choose our [Imperial Spirit Sect], so that my sister and I can still cover you, and you also have the power of the beast......"

"Choice?" Ye Feng raised his eyebrows in confusion. Ah Mao was about to answer, when he was suddenly slapped in the mouth by Ah Cai's palm, looked at Ye Feng and said coldly: "Wait until you have a chance to enter the arsenal, let him tell you, if you meet Yu Chi Tiande in the next finals, remember not to be reckless, his performance has already attracted the attention of the instructors, don't be as stupid as Leng Mo and send him to death in vain." Ah Mao's eyes widened, and he forcibly broke his sister's palm and exclaimed: "Wow, Ye Feng, my sister rarely cares about people!" Ye Feng was amused by his startled expression, but then shook his head seriously and said: "If I really meet, I will definitely avenge Leng Mo."

"You!" Ah Cai's face darkened, and her slender eyebrows were almost twisted together: "I don't know the hearts of good people! If you love to find death, you will die as soon as possible!" Everyone in the stands today could see that Ye Feng was not Wei Chi Tiande's opponent at all.

If you really go to fight hard, it's not looking for death! Ah Mao looked at his sister and looked like she was about to go crazy, and hurriedly pulled her and Ye Feng to say goodbye, Ye Feng was still worried about Leng Mo's injury in his heart, so he left.

When he felt cold in front of the tent where Mo lived, he saw Hou Ji and the others standing at the door, looking anxious.

"Why don't you go in?" Ye Feng asked curiously. Hou Ji scratched his ears and cheeks, and pointed to the tent,

"We're late, Leng Mo has been taken away by his father. Ye Feng snorted, but his heart was more stable.

Fang Cai, although Leng Qianqiu didn't say a word, Ye Feng could clearly see the deep distress in the other party's eyes, at this time, if Leng Mo continued to stay in Longling, it would not be beneficial to the injury, and Leng Mo should be fine in the hands of his own father.

Don't worry, cold ice lollies! Ye Feng stood outside the tent and looked up, where there seemed to be a pair of golden maces bursting with endless edges.

I'll clean up the golden orangutan for you...... The rest camp of the players is ten miles away.

In a galloping carriage, Leng Qianqiu held a plain face towel and carefully wiped the blood on his son's face little by little.

Then, he carefully lay Leng Mo on the upholstered seat and covered him with his own cloak.

At this moment, Leng Qianqiu's hand was arranging his cloak when he suddenly touched a cold object. He frowned and took the hilt of the sword that Leng Mo was clenching tightly.

In the final blow, the Qingshuang Sword was shattered by the golden mang, leaving only the hilt and the broken blade less than a palm long, and the brilliance was lost.

Leng Qianqiu stared at the lines on the sword for a long time, and some images that seemed to be dusty suddenly appeared in his mind.

Next to the sword house in the sword-forging room.

"Master, you haven't rested for more than half a year in order to forge this sword, you have put in so much effort, the young master will definitely cherish this sword!" Leng Qianqiu nodded expressionlessly, and when the next person withdrew from the sword-casting room, he picked up the Qingshuang that had just been cast, and his rough palm gently stroked the sword body, and sighed and murmured: "Xiao Mo, casting a sword is like practicing a sword, you need to be tempered thousands of times, fire and water, and sharpen your body to achieve something, you ...... Don't blame me...... "The old knowledge is like a tide, and it fades away."

Leng Qianqiu gently placed the broken sword in Leng Mo's hand, and carefully covered his cloak for him. If indifference wakes up at this moment, he will definitely be able to see a smile on his father's face that he has never seen before.

Leng Mo ...... You, did not disappoint the father!!cat flutter Chinese