Wei Zhenye's eyes narrowed into a slit, and in this narrow slit, there was an irrepressible smile.

Han Chuang guessed correctly, the wind chime is indeed his person, and it is also a touchstone arranged by him Han Chuang and others, if he can't even break through this touchstone, any transaction and expectation is meaningless.

Victory, victory, the wind chimes in the ring are incredibly strong, winning nine games in a row, and it is the last game of reincarnation, whether it is success or failure, all in this one.

Wei Zhenye's gaze fell on Han Chuang, his eyes were full of smiles, and he thought, "Are you still unwilling to make a move?" No, you will, you will. ”

Han Chuang seemed to feel Wei Zhenye's gaze, and smiled slightly in the direction of the rostrum.

Wei Hongqiong thought that Han Chuang was looking at herself, so she turned her face in disgust and said to Wei Zhenye: "Daddy, I don't like the person you arranged." ”

Wei Zhenye smiled: "Do you mean the wind chimes? Don't worry, he won't go with you." ”

"It's not a wind chime. Wei Hongqiong said: "It's that person." ”

"Who?" Wei Zhenye was laughing, obviously pretending to be stupid.

Wei Hongqiong frowned slightly, and said lightly: "You know who I'm talking about." ”

The smile on Wei Zhenye's face became even stronger, "Is it Li Dazhu?"

Wei Hongqiong glanced at him and said, "Apart from him, who else would make me so annoying." ”

The smile on Wei Zhenye's face suddenly closed, and he said, "You don't need to say it anymore, what I decided cannot be changed." ”

Wei Hongqiong clenched her fists and said angrily: "Why is it him?"

Wei Zhenye glanced at Wei Hongqiong, watching the angry red appear on her snow-white neck, spreading all the way to her cheeks.

"Do you believe that Jin Sanfu counts?" he said suddenly.

Wei Hongqiong nodded and said, "I didn't believe it at first, but then I did." There was a light in her eyes: "I didn't do it, I didn't believe it, it was so godly, he, he seemed to know everything." At this point, Wei Hongqiong shook her head with a smile and said, "I know this is unrealistic, but the facts have been placed in front of my eyes, and I am not allowed to question them." ”

Wei Zhenye said with a smile: "Since you believe in Jin Sanfu's calculations, you should believe in Li Dazhu." ”

Wei Hongqiong was puzzled: "Why?"

Wei Zhenye glanced at her and said lightly: "Because he is the person calculated by Jin Sanfu." ”

Offstage

Han Fu'er anxiously pulled Han Chuang's arm and said, "Big brother, go on quickly, if you don't go up again, this ugly guy will win the quota." ”

Han Chuang glanced at Han Fu'er with a smile and said, "Fu'er wants me to go now?"

Han Fu'er pursed her lips and said, "Get the quota early, feel at ease early." ”

Han Chuang shook his head and said, "If you get the quota as soon as possible, you may not be at ease, and you may even be upset." ”

Han Fuer shook her head in confusion.

Nie Qingqing glanced at Han Chuang, took Han Fu'er's hand, and explained, "That Miss Wei—"

"Oh!" Han Fu'er nodded suddenly and said, "Big brother, what are you afraid of her doing, it's just a young lady from the City Lord's Mansion." ”

Han Chuang shook his head and smiled: "I'm not afraid of her, but I think he's troublesome." ”

Han Fu'er giggled and said, "Isn't it also your own fault for the trouble, big brother? Even if it's trouble now, you can't throw it away, so it's better to accept your fate." ”

Han Chuang shook his head and said, "Even if I want to accept my fate, I want Old Man Wei to worry about it, Qingqing, you can go this time." ”

Nie Qingqing nodded and smiled, and said, "Then I will take advantage of it." As soon as he finished speaking, he clicked his foot and floated into the ring.

If she is still the same beautiful appearance as before, with a light posture, she is naturally as beautiful as the fairy of the Moon Palace, but at this moment, in the eyes of others, she is just a yellow-faced woman, and the yellow-faced woman makes this kind of posture, it looks nondescript.

The audience immediately shouted: "Where did the yellow-faced woman come from, you don't have to go on stage like this." ”

"yes, yes, wasting my expression, I thought it was a pretty girl. ”

I have to say that Nie Qingqing's temperament is still there, but it is precisely because the temperament is still there that it makes people feel funny, just like Dong Shi Xiaofeng.

When Wei Hongqiong saw Nie Qingqing coming to the stage, she said disdainfully: "This is Li Dazhu's yellow-faced woman? ”

Wei Zhenye didn't reply to her words, but frowned, thinking, "Why didn't he go up?"

After thinking about it, Nie Qingqing had already hugged his fists according to the rules and said, "Yunzhou Guo Cuihua, please advise!"

There was another burst of laughter, this was not ordinary laughter, there were not a thousand people in the audience, but eight hundred, and the laughter of nearly a thousand people gathered together, rolling like thunder, ordinary people couldn't bear it for a long time, but Nie Qingqing pulled out his sword with an undeserved face.

Short sword, snow bright short sword.

A snow-bright short sword two and a half feet long, the short sword flashed with silver light under the illumination of the eyes, reflecting Nie Qingqing's half-gray and half-white hair.

Offstage

Han Fu'er frowned and asked, "Can Sister Qingqing win?"

"Yes. It was Han Chuang who spoke, and his gaze always fell on Nie Qingqing.

Han Fu'er said: "Use poison? No, Sister Qingqing won't use poison; that relies on strength?" She shook her head and said to herself: "It's not right, Sister Qingqing doesn't have a concentration period;

Fu Liu looked at Han Fu'er's appearance of constantly guessing with her fingers, and couldn't help laughing, and said, "Don't guess anymore, it's not." ”

"Ah!" Han Fu'er exclaimed, "Doesn't that mean that Sister Qingqing is determined to lose?" After speaking, he looked at Han Chuang with a complaining gaze, and said, "Big brother, how can you let Sister Qingqing go to a defeated ring battle?"

Han Chuang looked at Fuliu and smiled, seeing the smile in the other party's eyes, he helplessly explained to Han Fu'er: "Fu'er, what Fuliu said just now is just a general situation, but sometimes there are special circumstances. ”

Han Fu'er's eyes lit up, and she said, "That is, Sister Qingqing has a way to crack the body of steel?"

Han Chuang said: "I don't know. ”

Han Fu'er was anxious to cry: "How could you not know?"

Han Chuang spread his hands and said, "I really don't know, I have a way to crack the body of steel, but my method is not suitable for Qingqing." ”

Han Fu'er said hurriedly: "Then you still let Sister Qingqing go up, what if she loses?"

Han Chuang smiled indifferently and said, "Don't worry, Qingqing won't lose." ”

Han Fu'er said angrily: "You don't think she will use any method to crack the body of steel, so you don't think she will lose?"

Han Chuang rubbed Han Fu'er's head dotingly, and said, "When I asked Qingqing to come to power, did she refuse?"

Han Fu'er said: "No." ”

Han Chuang smiled: "That's right, since she didn't refuse, it means that she is sure of winning, look at it." With that, his eyes fell back to the ring.

Nie Qingqing stood with his sword in his hand, staring at Lin Feng from afar.

Wind Chime frowned, and reprimanded, "You mother-in-law want to use this short sword against me?"

Nie Qingqing said lightly: "That's right, my weapon is a short sword." ”

Feng Chime shook his head and said, "This thing can't help me, I'll just stand here and let you stab three swords, as long as the skin is broken, I will lose." ”

This is arrogant, but it is also normal.

The Iron Man has the strongest defense against sword weapons, and if you go to power with a heavy weapon such as a sledgehammer, the wind chime may pay attention to it, but if it is a short sword, he will be a little unconcerned, and can even be said to be contemptuous.

The short sword is smart, but if you can't pierce him at all, what's the use of being smart, you have a lot of tricks to stab me with ten swords, it's better for me to punch you.

The idea of the wind chime is very simple, fighting against Nie Qingqing is a waste of time, and he also understands his task, it is not Nie Qingqing who has to wait, but the person behind her.

Feng Chime glanced at Wei Zhenye on the rostrum, and saw Wei Zhenye nodding imperceptibly, so he was relieved and shouted: "Mother-in-law, come on, I'll let you have three swords!"

Nie Qingqing snorted coldly and said with a smile: "I don't need three swords, I only have one, if I can't hurt you, I will step down immediately." ”

Wind Chime was furious and shouted, "Good, good, good, I want to see how you hurt me with a sword." He had made up his mind to put the task aside and teach the woman a profound lesson that she knew she was awesome.

The wind chimes stood in place, and the martial spirit appeared behind him, a body of steel, two fierce eyes blooming with scarlet light, and his skin turned gray, like snow-bright iron after countless forgings.

Feng Chime is a big man with a heart as fine as dust, even if he has a small opponent in his heart, when he really faces that short sword, he still shows his best.

A golden glow appeared on the surface of the silver light.

Han Chuang smiled slightly and said, "King Kong is not bad for divine skills, it is actually this kung fu." ”

Vajra is not bad is a Buddhist exercise, and it can really reach the point where Vajra is not bad when practiced to a high depth, but it is extremely difficult to cultivate, and the pain experienced is by no means imaginable by ordinary people.

Therefore, there are many people who know this kung fu, but very few are really determined to practice it.

"Qingqing, I don't know how you will crack this turtle shell. Han Chuang said with a smile in his heart.

Everyone held their breath and stared, their eyes focused on Nie Qingqing, to be precise, on the snow-bright short sword, and even the eyes of the wind chimes were also focused on this short sword.

Anyone with the slightest insight can see that this is just a short sword that breaks through, and it is by no means a divine weapon that sharpens iron like clay, nor does it have any special attributes.

Compared with the short sword of a few dozen taels of silver in the blacksmith shop, its only difference is that it is more gorgeous. The gorgeous hilt of the sword, the sword stock is inlaid with an emerald, it is just an emerald for decoration, there is no attribute bonus, it is not even a sword that should be used to kill, but it is like a tool for the prince's vassal elegance.

Just a tool.

But for some reason, when his eyes were focused on this ordinary short sword, the eyelids of the wind chime were beating uncontrollably, and the keen sense forged by his years of career in the rivers and lakes told him that this was this dangerous sword, this was an ordinary but dangerous sword.

The sword flashed, and the short sword suddenly disappeared in front of the wind chime.

He was sure that his gaze had never taken off the dagger, but it vanished under his undivided gaze, and the next moment, it appeared, within three feet of his body.

How close is three feet, a standard long sword, only three feet, this short sword is two and a half feet.

Three feet is just the distance of a sword, but the distance of a sword is the distance between life and death.

His pupils contracted, his cold hair stood up, and the wind chime keenly felt that he could no longer stand where he was, and he had to hide if he let the short sword stab.

In the surprised eyes of everyone, the wind chime, who had fought nine games in a row and had never dodged the opponent's attack, jumped to the side like a civet cat.

His swiftness and graceful gesture made the dodge extremely beautiful, but no one applauded it, because they all understood what it meant

-- The wind chimes have lost the confidence to win.

Han Chuang whispered softly: "It's not that simple. ”