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Chapter 150 Did you really vote?

The people who were watching the fun almost burst into laughter, and many military heroes and playboys even whistled and started to mock on the spot.

"Nangong Jun, did you hear that? They're going to let you go for Hong Lie's sake. Why don't you give up your rights?"

"Heiyo, Young Master of the Nangong Family, don't you want to accept this great honor?"

Hahahaha!

As a group of playboys started the dance, the audience laughed merrily. Even the women in the special seats for officials covered their mouths and chuckled. The kids taught by Hong Lie looked serious and really cute.

"Hey Nangong, your brother can still be taken care of by Commander Hong Lie?"

In the VIP seats, several teenagers were taunting a kid who was almost a teenager.

The child's face turned red with anger, and then he suddenly looked at Zhang Meng and his group who were watching curiously not far away.

"Hey, that woman!" the child said angrily.

Zhang Meng and others turned around in surprise and looked at each other. They were a little confused for a moment. Was he calling them to be his gang?

They were not in the same circle as those in the VIP seats. Although they were in the same VIP seats, they were separated from each other from the beginning, and they did not expect to be approached by others.

"It's you, from the Zhang family, right? Tell your embarrassing kid to get off right away!" Nangong said angrily.

"You are the shameful one!" Zhang Meng said angrily.

This child looks cute, but why does he speak like this?

"Isn't it embarrassing for you to let a child like that go on stage?" The child from the Nangong family couldn't help but say.

"Lin'er." The woman next to him frowned and scolded, "Don't be rude."

Although she couldn't bear to watch it, he was Hong Lie's disciple after all, and the one from the Zhang family had been very popular recently, so it was better not to offend him easily.

Then he looked at the stage worriedly. This round seemed like a free one, but how to ensure that the little kid didn't end up in disgrace was also a test for his child.

"Mother" the child bowed his head in anger, but Zhang Meng couldn't stand the provocative look of the other party, and sneered: "If other children have the ability, they can go on stage. You look older than my niece, why don't you dare to go on stage?"

"Do you think I'm as shameless as you guys!" Nangong Lin said angrily.

"Hey!" Zhang Meng was so angry that he wanted to tear the other person's mouth apart. Luo on the side quickly stopped this little ancestor.

"Lin'er!" The woman scolded again, and then gave the other party an apologetic smile: "Children's words are innocent, please don't blame me, girls."

"You are too polite, Madam." Luo smiled in return, but then added, "Madam, don't be sad. My niece is indeed very powerful. General Nangong is unlucky to have met her."

"Ahem." The woman from the Nangong family almost choked when she heard that.

Many noble sons behind her laughed again. The lady also shook her head in amusement. She was about to say something, but when she glanced at him out of the corner of her eye, her voice suddenly got stuck in her throat.

On the ring, the little girl's dagger was still against her child's throat. The scene seemed frozen. It must have been more than ten breaths, right? Why was there no movement?
My child is not a blockhead. Even if he needs to be a little more humble, he shouldn't be stuck like this, right?

But on the field, many children of famous families were watching extremely seriously.

"Brother, did you see clearly just now?"

Sitting in the upper left corner are the descendants of one of the six famous families: Yunjing Valley. Leading them is the second seed of Yunjing Valley who is about to participate in the competition: Ye Feng.

The one asking the questions was Ye Feng, while the one bringing the Yunjing Valley disciples to watch the game was the eldest brother Xu Tianlin. As the martial pastor of Yunjing Valley in Chaozhou, West Sea, the eldest brother, who is already 47 years old this year, has no chance to participate in the competition and can only place his hopes on his two younger brothers.

At this moment, everyone on the field was treating this scene as a joke, but only the masters could understand the value of the sword that the little girl had just used.

Xu Tianlin shook his head slowly. In fact, the little girl's sword was not fast. If it was too fast, she would not laugh so exaggeratedly on the field. But this was the most terrifying thing. It was obviously not very fast, but when the little girl's sword was against Nangong Jun's throat, he did not react.

How to say it, it was too smooth and fluid, drawing people's attention to the sword, and before they could react, it had already reached their throats.

Looking at Nangong Jun's stiff body, Xu Tianlin was sure that even as the leading actor, he probably couldn't react in time.

Not to mention him, even if I were on the stage, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to react that well.

"Nangong Jun has already lost!" Xu Tianlin frowned and said, "Didn't your Seventh Senior Brother give any hints about this girl?"

"Seventh Senior Brother is mainly investigating the one from the Five Poison Sect." Ye Feng shook his head and said, "Prince Jin's arrival this time was too sudden. There are too many direct descendants who need to be investigated. How could they care about a ten-year-old child?"

"If you meet this kid, you must be extremely careful." Xu Tianlin said solemnly: "There are many people in the same competition area as you, but you may not meet him. If you meet him, don't compete with him in swordsmanship."

"Senior Brother, it shouldn't be that serious, right?" Ye Feng frowned.

As a top-level warrior in his early twenties, his master said that he was no less talented than the eldest senior brother, except that he was a little lacking in skills. For such a girl, that sword strike was indeed quite intimidating, but isn't it a bit too much to boost others' morale before they even fight?

"Just listen to me." Xu Tianlin looked at Ye Feng seriously and said, "That sword was definitely not accidental. If you encounter it, and you only fight with swordsmanship, your chances of winning will be less than 30%."
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"Master, Master's Wife?" Feng Yuqing, the special seat of Tianyi Sect, was also frightened by this sword. Uncle Ling Yunzi sent a message saying that Hong Lie's disciple was extremely talented. Although he was young, his fighting ability was extraordinary, not inferior to the core disciples of Tianyi Sect. At that time, there was a lot of discussion in Tianyi Sect. Most of the disciples remained unconvinced, but Qing Yunzi's name was too big, he spoke personally, and with the endorsement of a group of elders, the headmaster had to give up a place.

In fact, no one, including myself, believed the contents of Uncle Ling Yunzi's letter from the bottom of our hearts.

But that sword just now.
If Feng Yuqing asked herself, if she were Nangong Jun, she would probably be dumbfounded!
"So that's how it is." Fu Yunji was stunned at first, but then sneered.

"Master's wife has figured out the trick?" Feng Yuqing was stunned. Master's wife was gentle and generous, respected by all the disciples. But in terms of cultivation, to be honest, Feng Yuqing thought that she was not inferior to her. In fact, in swordsmanship, Master's wife had limited talent. But she actually figured out the trick first?

"Good swordsmanship, but it should be an unorthodox approach."

"Evil way?" Feng Yuqing was stunned again.

"I've heard that some extremely talented students would try to comprehend the extraordinary swordsmanship of their predecessors, spending decades practicing swordsmanship, becoming obsessed with it and forgetting the basics. This is the evil path." Fu Yunji sneered, "Hong Lie did find a good candidate, but it's obvious that the evil-minded guy never thought about training him well. He's opportunistic and it's hard to change his nature."

"So that's it." Feng Yuqing reacted immediately.

This is reasonable, otherwise it is hard to explain how a girl who looks only about ten years old can have such extraordinary swordsmanship.

The disciples following behind him were also stunned, as if... This explanation seemed to be okay?

On the ring, the situation had been deadlocked for dozens of breaths. No matter how outsiders commented, Nangong Jun himself was the one who could empathize the most.

Is this the disciple taught by Master Hong Lie?
Nangong Jun stared at the other party intently, his muscles trembling slightly, and he had already thought of hundreds of ways to counterattack in his mind.

But he discovered in despair that every time his body was about to move, the other person's indifferent eyes had already discovered it in advance. Although his body did not move, those eyes had already seen his entire future clearly.

There is no chance of winning!!

This was the conclusion Nangong Jun came to after a stalemate of several dozen breaths.
At least in terms of moves, what if we break it with force?

Nangong Jun began to hesitate. She was so young, and even if she had started practicing martial arts since her mother's womb, her internal strength would be limited, right?

But for some reason, I always feel that if I do this, the consequences will be serious.

But he was extremely unwilling to give up the opportunity to forfeit.

This year's world competition is already full of strong contestants. Although I have made great progress after three years of hard training, the possibility of me making it into the top 32 is even lower than last time. I gave up in the first game, and I'm afraid I won't have any chance in the future.

Give it a try or...
At this time, people outside the venue also began to wonder. Nangong Jun had not moved for a long time, which made most people realize that something was wrong.

The sons of military honors who had been setting the pace just now gradually became silent, and the entire fighting arena became quieter and quieter.

Finally, Nangong Jun took a deep breath, stepped back and saluted: "Young lady, you have great swordsmanship. I am willing to admit defeat!"

Huh? ? ?
For a moment, the outside of the stadium was boiling again, and the voices that had been silent just now couldn't help but clamor again.

[Crap, is Nangong crazy? ]

[Isn't this too obviously fake? ]

[Oh my god, I bet 70,000 taels of silver. I thought there would be someone to run this kind of game. It turns out it’s an inside story!]

[That’s right, it’s a fake match, give me my money back! ]

There was a chorus of boos in the arena, and the Nangong family members all frowned. The angry kid just now also widened his eyes in disbelief.

"What's wrong with my brother?"

"Hush," the woman shook her head and whispered, "Your brother must have his reasons for doing this, so stop talking."

Is this a win?

At this time, Zhang Meng and others did not expect this, and Luo was also surprised. Her words just now were actually meant to be angry, but she did not expect that she would really make the other party admit defeat.

Are there also social conventions in this martial arts arena?

"This kid from the Nangong family is quite wise." The senior brother of Yunjing Valley nodded slightly: "If he had forced his move just now, he probably wouldn't even have had the chance to give up."

"This..." Ye Feng still didn't quite believe it. In his opinion, even if he was at a disadvantage in swordsmanship just now, he could definitely break it with force. Even if that kid was very talented, how much internal strength could he have at this age?

"Humph, the sons of military honors are really getting worse with each generation." Inside Tianyi Sect, Fu Yunji snorted coldly: "Facing a ten-year-old child, if you don't even have the courage to fight, what's the point of learning martial arts?"

Then she looked at Feng Yuqing and said, "Qing'er, you must not do this."

Feng Yuqing nodded quickly: "Disciple knows!"

(End of this chapter)