"Your Highness has already won twice, why not fight again?"

Zhuo Buqun raised his sword and stood up.

Compared with Mu Chengfeng, his words were quite vague.

He didn't explicitly challenge, but anyone could see that Zhuo Buqun, who was also from the Heaven Interception Sect, wanted to regain the face he had lost from Mu Chengfeng.

......

Li Tianxia, the crown prince of the Southern Dynasty, snorted and said, "This guy is really good at picking the time." ”

Su Nuannuan was worried: "Senior, is it okay for you to persuade your brother not to fight?"

The old man Huangmei was woken up by the girl, and he was completely sleepy: "Don't worry, girl, that kid is shrewd in his heart." ”

Chu Nanzhao glanced at the old man Huangmei, and after thinking for a moment, he smiled silently.

Su Nuannuan didn't understand what the old-timers meant, so she had to keep an eye on Zhuo Buqun.

The snow fell silently.

In the open-air Suwu Temple, many people were looking at Zhuo Buqun.

Both the people of Tiandu and the disciples of the Heaven Replenishing Sect thought that Zhuo Buqun's move was too despicable and could not be regarded as upright.

The Nine Emperor Princes, Su Hanshan, was covered with scars all over his body, and he threatened to challenge at this time, although it was within the scope allowed by the rules of the Fu Festival Society, he could not get rid of the suspicion of taking advantage of others.

Even if you win, you won't win.

Not to mention finding a place for the Heaven Interception Sect, it is very likely to backfire and be self-defeating.

......

Su Hanshan turned around, looked at Zhuo Buqun and said seriously, "You want to challenge me?"

He also said this to Mu Chengfeng, in exactly the same tone.

Zhuo Buqun replied: "I can't be bullied, this is what His Highness said." ”

This sentence is also Mu Chengfeng's answer to Su Hanshan, and now Zhuo Buqun is borrowing flowers to offer Buddha.

Su Hanshan smiled, and after thinking about it, he hesitated and said, "I, let's refuse." ”

Zhuo Buqun's face was displeased, this was obviously not the answer he wanted, so he said with a bit of mockery: "Is Your Highness afraid of me, or is you afraid of losing?"

Su Hanshan said: "Neither. ”

Zhuo Buqun said again: "Do you think that I am not strong enough and have no qualifications to be His Highness's opponent?"

Su Hanshan shook his head: "It's not." ”

Zhuo Buqun, who felt teased, looked at Su Hanshan and stopped talking.

Su Hanshan sighed in his heart, if he didn't explain it clearly today, he wouldn't be able to withdraw easily.

He spread his hands and stared at his bloodstained green shirt: "I can't fight." ”

The injury was too severe, so I couldn't fight.

Participating in the Fu Festival, he didn't think about the end, he just wanted to be a relaxed bystander. Later, in order to maintain the dignity of the sect, he had to fight Aman, but that was just to give some encouragement to the disciples of the Heaven Replenishment Sect here.

He didn't simply think about winning or losing, let alone thinking about winning all the time and competing for that Su Wu Ling.

Not to mention that with two wins in a row, he has achieved his goal. If he stops at this, the Heaven-Destroying Sect will not be blindly arrogant because of their confidence, and the Heaven Interception Sect will no longer face the defeat and suffer humiliation, and he can also return to his home to heal his injuries earlier, which is the best of all three worlds.

......

Su Hanshan's explanation is simple and convincing.

He believed that no matter whether it was the people of Tiandu or the people of the Heavenly Sect, they would understand his choice.

He also believes that the young Junyan from all over Sutang has his own pride, and after admitting that he is seriously injured and can no longer fight, even Zhuo Buqun has to die down.

Zhuo Buqun naturally wouldn't give up, he turned around and clenched his fists to the big figures in the sentencing room: "Students dare to ask your lords, is the rules of the Fu Festival over the years unable to restrain the prince?"

The meaning of Zhuo Buqun is very clear.

If each contestant is free to reject the challenge of the rest of their opponents after their own victory, then everyone is invincible.

In this martial arts, there is no need to compete.

In the face of Zhuo Buqun's inquiry, Taishi Li Guochu, the general and the two deans looked at each other, and after they seemed to reach a consensus, they nodded to the eldest prince Su Jieyu.

Su Xie said: "The rules of the festival must be followed by all the participating scholars. ”

Su Hanshan interrupted and said, "What if I quit?"

......

The people in the Suwu temple were noisy.

Since the festival has been held, no one has ever abstained, especially after two consecutive wins.

In order to compete for the supreme honor given by Su Wuling, every year, the scholars have all spilled their blood to fight to the last trace of strength, and they are afraid that they will not be able to ask for it.

Su Hanshan is good, and he can easily say one sentence, and two words set a precedent.

The people who were lively at the Guanfu Festival were a little disappointed when they heard it.

The Heaven-Mending Sect disciples were also inevitably gloomy.

But there was no objection or blame.

Su Hanshan presented the most exciting battle of this year's Fu Festival so far, using his bruises all over his body to protect the reputation of the Mending Heaven Sect. In other words, he had done everything he had to do, and he was worthy of the identity of the future seal keeper of the Heaven Replenishing Sect, and it was all up to his mind whether to seize the order or not.

If he doesn't have this thought, what can others say? You can't put a knife on your neck and force him to fight with others......

Zhuo Buqun looked at Su Hanshan's almost scoundrel behavior and was furious. He never imagined that the two words of quit would blurt out so lightly, as if waiting for himself to ask.

For the first time, Su Jieyu also encountered this situation for the first time, and he couldn't make up his mind for a while, so he discussed it with several big people around him.

There was a moment of silence around the fighting platform.

Su Xie Yu condescendingly looked at the injured ninth brother: "Those who are willing to quit the Fu Festival will naturally not be bound by the rules. ”

As soon as these words came out, Mu Chengfeng on the martial arts platform was in a hurry, and he jumped down: "Your Highness." ”

Su Xie Yu cocked his orchid finger and dusted off his robe: "There is no need to say more." ”

Zhuo Buqun was still unwilling: "Your Highness." ”

Su Xie frowned, and said sharply: "Shut up, do you question the decision of this prince, or are you dissatisfied with the results of your deliberations?"

The delicate voice of the angry eldest prince entered his ears, and there was a creepy feeling.

Su Wu Temple no longer discussed.

Silence fell in an instant.

The north wind blew the snowflakes and fell, falling between Mu Chengfeng and Zhuo Buqun, the two looked at each other, and then bowed their heads silently: "Students don't dare!"

......

Su Hanshan breathed a sigh of relief.

Looking up at the scattered snowflakes, I was in a happy mood and thought that it was snowing again.

After hugging his fists again at the sentencing table, he raised his feet and walked towards the gate of the Suwu Temple, ready to leave.

After walking a few steps, he heard a voice from behind him: "You like to fight so much, how about I fight with you?"

The sound entered his ears, and Su Hanshan was stunned for a moment.

The long-missed image came to his mind, and he turned around and saw someone standing up in the contestant's seat.

It's a teenager!

It's still the boy who has been staring at him since he first entered the table.

Su Hanshan was puzzled, like how Huang Shang'er Qin Wuyang's voice could be the timbre of a teenager.

The young man walked up to the martial arts platform in countless surprised eyes, and clenched his fists in a manner: "Under the sword bones, I can see from your eyes that you are very surprised, thinking about why the voice in the lower part is so close to the female voice?"

"I can't tell you why for that. If you are not satisfied with this explanation, please take a look at His Royal Highness the eldest prince who pronounced the judgment......"

When Su Xie heard this, his snow-white face suddenly turned red.

He looked at the young man who claimed to be a cool sword with fierce eyes.

For many years, no one has dared to laugh at her delicate woman-like voice so face-to-face.

The angry Su Jieyu secretly pressed the cocked orchid finger down.