In front of the main hall of the palace, except for a few people, no one is optimistic about Yan Shiyi, and the few people who know the special identity of Han Qianlong do not dare to guarantee that there will be no variables, after all, it is not my race, and their hearts are unpredictable.

Don't say anything about the rising stars, let alone the rising stars of the empire of the Great Qianhuang Dynasty like the rising sun, the realm is there, and the gap between the realms of the two sides is not luck or talent, it can be bridged.

Li Zhenzhou mentioned the wine jug and wanted to pour another glass of wine for Wen Lingyun beside him, but found that the wine jug was empty, shook his head, and sighed: "I don't have any fun fighting in front of this hall, I never thought that even this wine would be difficult to enjoy!"

Wen Lingyun deliberately laughed louder when he heard this, attracting the people around him to look at them, but Wen Lingyun just nodded towards Cao Ziyuan, not caring that this was in a foreign country, but also in the imperial palace, and the ambiguous performance with the courtiers of other countries would cause unnecessary trouble to both parties, so Cao Ziyuan smiled knowingly, gestured, and made an appointment for tonight's cocktail party.

Wen Lingyun nodded, somewhat grateful to Cao Ziyuan in his heart, if he hadn't given him the news in advance, he and Li Zhenzhou would have known the details of Yan Shiyi, but they would never dare to pat their chests and bear it, and they would like Han Qianlong to fight with that young man.

Almost everyone judged the result of the competition in their hearts, and the rest was only a matter of time, it depended on whether Han Qianlong deliberately delayed time in order to let the Great Qiansheng Emperor see the might of General Xiliang, and played a game of cat play with the young man, so that the Great Qianjun and his ministers could see the changes in the swordsmanship of the enemy general.

The battle in front of the main hall was also carried out according to the thoughts of the people watching the battle, and Yan Shiyi was already a little staggered under the endless swordsmanship of the Han Hidden Dragon, and he regressed one after another.

Han Qianlong also seems to really have the intention to play this young man, don't use swordsmanship and swordsmanship, often each sword does not directly greet the young man, but deliberately leaves a back hand, pulling the young man left and right, and constantly wandering around with himself as the center.

Yan Shiyi was a little annoyed, feeling that he was like a horse monkey led by a rope in the hands of a man who ran the rivers and lakes, and he couldn't help himself in all directions. , finally moved into anger, no longer paid attention to the general and himself very happy, poured out as before.

"Ahh

In the wild scream, Yan Shiyi did not follow the rules and regulations of the iron rod in his hand, only attacked but did not defend, the sharp stick shadow instantly regained a trace of momentum, the pitch-black iron rod is like a dragon breaking through the sky, piercing the clouds and breaking the moon, sharp edge, shaking the mountains and rivers and losing color!

Han Qianlong's eyes flashed with a hint of joy at this time, and he didn't use a sword in his hand to stab it, and suddenly the sword was full of colors, shocking the wind and clouds, and the sword light was huge, and the gods and ghosts were shocked.

"Bang!Bang!"

The sound of gold and iron clashing continues!

Don't use a sword to smash a sword on the body of the black iron rod, Yan Shi felt that the right hand holding the rod was numb, if he hadn't held it desperately, the iron rod would have been smashed to the ground by the cold hidden dragon.

For a while, the jet-black iron filings flew, and under the swing of the sword, they all floated towards Yan Shiyi, some seeped into Yan Shiyi's surface, and some floated into his mouth, choking him to cough vigorously.

The smugness on Cao Ziyuan's face could no longer be hidden, and he raised his hand and poured himself a glass of wine, Han Qianlong was really playing tricks on this young man, not only to defeat the young man, according to this situation, the strange iron rod in the young man's hand would sooner or later be broken into several pieces under the smashing of the sword.

Li Zhenzhou's face was full of smiles, but he sighed again and again, and said to Wen Lingyun: "This General Han, you have done a little too much, this is not good, it is to sell a flaw and fight for a tie with that young man, why not? Why be so aggressive, you see, that young man's eyes are red, is it General Han's mighty appearance, frightened that young man!"

Wen Lingyun lowered his head and laughed, but he let his laughter be heard by everyone watching the battle as much as possible.

Only then did everyone realize that Yan Shiyi was really as Li Zhenzhou said, his eyes were already terribly red, as if he was about to drip blood.

The courtiers of Daqian all felt that Yan Shiyi was too embarrassed, on such an occasion, if he loses, he will not lose the battle, even if he is beaten, he must stand firm, how can he make other countries see the joke like this, and he looked at the Holy Emperor's eyes and felt a little sad, secretly complaining that the Holy Emperor valued this young man too much.

The rest of the deans of the Six Academies of the Great Qian, they all felt that their faces were gloomy, they were all the highest orthodox cultivation sects of the Great Qian, and the humiliation of Haoran was equivalent to the humiliation of the Six Academies of the Great Qian, and the young man who fought desperately and fiercely in the field suddenly had some anger, if you want to say that you hate it, the young man is a way of playing with no death, if you want to say that you mourn its misfortune, then the misfortune can only be blamed on the Holy Emperor for having eyes and not seeing the wrong person. I can only hope that Han Qianlong will give Da Qian more or less some face, and don't let Yan Shiyi lose too ugly.

Only Cao Ziyuanle can't do it, even if Yan Shiyi is not seriously injured today, the honor that he won in front will be wiped out and gone!

Although Li Zhenzhou was blaming Han Qianlong on the surface, none of the monarchs and ministers of Daqian could hear that this was mocking Yan Shiyi and the entire Daqian Dynasty!

The Holy Emperor's face was pale, and his fingers trembled slightly as he pointed to the two people in the field, and suddenly turned back to Li Zhenzhou and said, "Lord Li, the bet I just said ......"

Li Zhenzhou didn't let him finish speaking, and hurriedly said: "Your Majesty the Holy Emperor, you have no jokes, you can't count what you have said!"

"This ......" The Holy Emperor's face was ugly, and he seemed to regret his recklessness, as if he blamed himself for being too confident in Yan Shiyi.

This made the ministers of Xiliang all happy.

In the middle of the field, Yan Shiyi was still trying his best to maneuver with the Han Qianlong.

Iron rods, do not use swords, and fight endlessly.

Suddenly, the jet-black powder fluttered one after another, as if it had fallen in the first snow, and the sprinkled iron filings were stirred by the sword qi, and instantly steamed, like a black mist, ethereal, and soon formed an air hood, enveloping Yan Shiyi, the jet-black air cover continued to shrink, and finally disappeared on the surface of Yan Shiyi's body.

Yan Shi instantly felt uncomfortable, as if he had endless strength to tear himself apart, the whole person was crazy, and the iron rod swayed more sharply, "Bang Bang Bang", one after another collided with the sword.

The Chill Hidden Dragon had no intention of stopping, turning the slap to slash and slash, and not to use the sword to keep slashing towards the iron rod.

Suddenly, the sky was dark, and the front of the main hall was covered in black smoke.

"What's going on?"

Someone finally noticed that something was wrong and let out an exclamation.

For example, Cao Ziyuan was fortunate enough to participate in the Great Dry Monk of the Wasteland War, and he was shocked in his heart, the breath that permeated the palace at this time should not be all in the Datong world, it was clearly the breath of the demon race.

"Could it be that the cold hidden dragon has practiced the magic power of the demon race?"

When the rest of the deans of Cao Ziyuan's Sixth Academy looked over, they saw them with blank expressions.

Ye Xinping, the dean of the Spring and Autumn Academy, said categorically: "This is impossible, Han Qianlong is a disciple of the Soldier Saint, the Soldier Saint has always hated the Demon Clan, and there is no possibility of accepting the Demon Clan's people as disciples. ”

Cao Ziyuan was secretly happy in his heart, and said: "Since it is not the Cold Hidden Dragon, it is Yan Shiyi." With a loud shout, he said in a cold voice, "I didn't expect Yan Shiyi to be a spy of the demon clan." "All of a sudden, I have to sit on the charge of Yan Shiyi.

Lou Mingyue, the dean of Xingchen Academy, has always had a good impression of Haoran Academy because of Mei Qingqiu's relationship, and said partially when she heard this: "This is impossible, Yan Shiyi grew up in Haoran Academy since he was a child, where to learn the magic of the demon race, how can he be the bottom of the demon race!"

Cao Ziyuan finally caught the opportunity to trap Yan Shiyi in a catastrophe, so he let it go and shouted: "I heard that Yan Shiyi was picked up by Mo Jingtian, and Mo Jingtian has never mentioned to others where he picked up Yan Shiyi, and then contact Mo Jingtian's experience in the wasteland, this young man must be a member of the Demon Clan!"

Cao Ziyuan said that the head is the Tao.

Lou Mingyue didn't want to argue with him, and said coldly: "Could it be that your gaze is sharper than that of the Holy Emperor and the Pope, His Majesty the Holy Emperor and the Pope have not yet spoken, but you are chattering here!"

Cao Ziyuan looked at the Holy Emperor and the Pope, but saw that their expressions were calm, the Holy Emperor was nervously watching the battle in the field, while the Pope was closing his eyes, the two most powerful monks of the Great Qian Dynasty seemed to be unaware of the vision in the field.

Cao Ziyuan sneered, since he has this handle, he is afraid that he will not be able to kill Yan Shiyi.

"Ahh

Yan Shi screamed in pain one by one, causing everyone in the audience to look at him, but they saw that the young man's face was distorted, his eyes were red as blood, and every time the iron rod in his hand was smashed out, accompanied by the sound of wind and thunder, surrounded by a black aura!