Chapter 1489

As he said this, his gaze swept to He Yang, and he looked him up and down several times. When this person also stared at him, he suddenly raised his little finger at He Yang! He Yang's eyes condensed, and his chin tightened.

Provocation?

He hadn't gone to trouble the fellow surnamed He, but the other party came to provoke him first? Under his cold and fierce gaze, He Lingchuan shook his little finger and started picking his ears.

Why so fierce? Can't a person pick his ears in public? He Yang couldn't stand his relaxed look, so he whispered: "Palace Master, I'm going to place a bet!"

Qingyang frowned: "He won't bet with you."

He Yang was unwilling to give up: "Shall I try?"

Qingyang didn't make a sound. In his view, this was purely superfluous.

He Yang waited for a while, and seeing that the betting deadline was about to expire, he strode out.

The Palace Master didn't say he agreed, but he didn't object either.

Qingyang suddenly reached out to stop him.

He Yang thought he had displeased him, but Qingyang just whispered two sentences in his ear and then said: "Go."

"Yes!"

He Yang walked to He Lingchuan's table and looked down at him: "Open another market, you and I bet individually."

He Lingchuan sat leisurely: "Okay, how much?"

He Yang took out a hook claw from his arms, the length was about two chi, it looked like some kind of beast bone, and the tip of the claw had sharp barbs, which was a sharp weapon for disemboweling.

The claw was golden, but the tip was a bit black.

"This was made from the palm bone of the Variegated Great Immortal in the medieval period, it can break gold and crack stone, and can give the owner the strength of three tigers, and has many other wonderful uses. The market price is at least 150,000 taels."

As soon as He Lingchuan heard it, he knew that the "Variegated Great Immortal" should be a tiger immortal with profound cultivation.

"Okay, I'll follow with 150,000." He Yang is by Qingyang's side, how does he look like he's not a rich man, why didn't he take out silver notes?

"No! If you lose, get out of Tianshui City tomorrow morning, and get out of the Yao Nation within seven days, otherwise I will send you on your way personally."

Not far away, King Yao showed a listening expression.

He Lingchuan hissed lightly, pointed at the tiger claw: "Just such an item, it's only 150,000 taels, the bet is not equal. Does Master He know how much the work in my hand is worth? Sorry, I won't take this market."

The officials on the side looked at each other, not daring to laugh out loud. But He Yang saw their eyes:

Just 150,000 taels, and you want to drive people out of Tianshui City? Later on, how many more 150,000 taels can He Xiao earn? He Yang pressed both hands on the table, staring at He Lingchuan word by word: "The Palace Master is kind and gives you one last chance. If you are a smart person, you should grasp it well."

This is an ultimatum.

Qingyang is warning him that as long as He Lingchuan stops going against him and leaves Tianshui City immediately, he can let bygones be bygones and spare his life.

Even King Yao was supporting his chin, waiting for He Lingchuan's answer.

He Lingchuan looked up at He Yang and smiled very politely: "Otherwise?"

He Yang stared at him steadily, tilted his head, and lowered his voice: "Actually, I hope you can stay."

He Lingchuan nodded: "I will leave when I should leave, thank you for your trouble, Master He."

It's not a fierce dragon that doesn't cross the river; what did he come for? Just then, a chime sounded on the dance stage, and the battle began.

The battle on the stage started, and the betting inside and outside the venue closed.

He Yang stared down at He Lingchuan, smiling meaningfully: "You're welcome."

He turned and walked back to his seat.

On the dance stage, Qu Ruhai looked at General Zhongwu a few times: "Is it you who took over Xue Zongwu's shift? Is there no one available in the Yao Nation, that even a Pixia person can go to the border?"

General Zhongwu didn't say a word, knowing that Qu Ruhai wanted to anger him.

He raised his hand and fired a sleeve arrow. Taking advantage of Qu Ruhai's dodge, he rushed forward with an arrow step, and the square shield in his hand slashed at the opponent's neck.

The mirror watched and commented: "Oh, this opening is like yours."

In the blink of an eye, General Zhongwu and Qu Ruhai were in close combat.

As soon as these two fought, their momentum, movements, and speed were completely different from the martial artists in the previous groups, and they entered a stalemate that was difficult to solve almost in one encounter.

The Soul-Sucking Mirror couldn't help but ask He Lingchuan: "Hey, do you really think Qu Ruhai will win?"

He Lingchuan shook his head slightly: "It doesn't matter."

He didn't care who won or lost between the two.

What does it have to do with him? But he wanted to take a closer look at the combat level and style of these two great generals.

He had seen Zhongwu take action before, so he focused on Qu Ruhai.

This person looks and speaks very burly, and his sword technique is also wild and unrestrained, every slash is crisp and neat.

Zhongwu's meticulousness and his roughness are just one defense and one attack, a sharp contrast.

King Yao said that this time it would stop at the point, so the life-and-death fighting style on the battlefield could not be used.

Therefore, the two fought for a while, sparks flew from their weapons, and it was very good to watch. The officials watching the battle applauded one after another and shouted well.

General Zhongwu would also use magic in the gaps of attack and defense. According to official regulations, meta-power cannot be used on the martial arts stage, and the two rely entirely on their own strength to collide. At this time, magic can come in handy.

Under the eyes of everyone, Qu Ruhai probably didn't want to use his bottom-of-the-box skills in front of the Yao people, so he didn't use the personal saber he carried on the battlefield, but used a pair of brass-colored sleeve swords.

He Lingchuan had seen many strange weapons on the battlefield, but this kind of sleeve sword was the first time he had seen it. The hilt was worn on the back of Qu Ruhai's hand, and he didn't know how it was fixed. The blade was triangular, not flat, but had an inward arc.

He Lingchuan always felt that the shape was a bit familiar, and after thinking for a long time, he suddenly realized: damn, isn't this the shape of the bow of a flat boat? Looking at the shape of the sleeve sword, He Lingchuan knew that it was better at stabbing and sweeping. Sure enough, Qu Ruhai's attack method was mainly based on these two, and with a little change, there were more than a dozen sets of combos available. One of the "chain stabs" was to attack more than thirty times within two breaths, and the frequency of speed reminded He Lingchuan of Zhu Xiuer's claw attacks, but the Spider Queen had eight claws, and Qu Ruhai only had two.

After this set was finished, Zhongwu finally didn't dodge it, and his leg was stabbed, blood flowing like a stream.

But Qu Ruhai abandoned defense and only attacked, so his defense was bound to be weak, and he was also injured by Zhongwu twice during this period.

The two fought like wounded beasts, and the atmosphere outside the field became more and more high.

Finally, General Zhongwu's shoulder was hit hard again, but Qu Ruhai was also knocked out of the dance stage by his two cold ice arrows, and fell into the cold spring with a splash.

The spring water was dyed red immediately.

King Yao saw this and finally applauded gently:

"Alright, that's it, I'll judge it as a draw, what do you think?"

The officials echoed one after another.

They were neither willing to see Zhongwu defeated, nor dared to think about Qu Ruhai being beaten to death, so a draw was a good way.

Only King Yao felt slightly disappointed. He originally hoped that Zhongwu could defeat Qu Ruhai and earn him some face, but this round was not a real life-and-death fight, and he also knew that it was difficult for Zhongwu to really press Qu Ruhai to the ground and beat him.

Sigh, if Xue Zongwu were still alive, it would be great.

Qu Ruhai jumped up from the water, the frost on his face getting thicker and thicker, and he hurriedly drove his true power to force the cold away.

He and General Zhongwu sat back in their seats, and their subordinates began to treat their wounds.

Palace servants began to settle the gambling money.

He Lingchuan smiled and got his share.

Although the odds for a draw were not high, a small win is still a win.

He grabbed a large stack of silver notes, fanned them lightly like a fan, and then put them into his pocket.

Gu Xuan and Yuwen Yong looked at each other with mixed feelings.

Palace guards seized the time to clean up the dance stage, and the herald sang loudly: "Next round—"

The next round was scheduled in advance.

However, before the words were out, He Yang behind Qingyang took a step forward and said in a deep voice: "It's our turn."

The field suddenly became quiet.

The head of the Qing Guards is going to take action?

Everyone thought, who are they going to deal with openly this time? Qu Ruhai was about to swallow a pill, but was stunned when he heard this, and accidentally bit the medicine coat.

Damn, it's so bitter.

He hurriedly picked up the wine cup and poured a few large mouthfuls to flush the medicine powder into his stomach.

Gulu gulu, it was particularly harsh in the quiet venue.

He Yang glanced at him coldly, then continued: "I heard that Island Master He defeated the Deputy Commandant of the Tongxin Guard in the Chiyan Nation, his cultivation

is excellent and his skills are superb, I have someone here who wants to ask Island Master He for advice."

He tilted his head back, and a person walked out from among the Qing Guards, in his forties, with a long beard and a white face, looking more like a scholar than a martial artist.

He stood in the Qing Guards without showing his face, but as soon as he walked out, He Lingchuan immediately felt that this person was not ordinary.

"This is True Person Ding Qingshan, Island Master He..."

He Lingchuan didn't wait for He Yang to invite him to fight, and said first: "You let this True Person Ding challenge me? I don't think it's appropriate, we have no grievances."

Everyone found it funny when they heard it. Ninety percent of those who go on stage to fight here have no private grievances.

Isn't it driven by the master?

He Yang smiled: "Island Master He, you don't want to fight, you don't want to leave, and you want to dismantle the monarch's stage?"

He Lingchuan looked at King Yao upon hearing this. The latter sat steadily under the tree, looking like it had nothing to do with him.

But this is his birthday ceremony. In theory, He Lingchuan should follow the rules of imperial martial arts, and respond to every battle—even the Luodian person Qu Ruhai followed, how could He Lingchuan be an exception? Besides, King Yao also said just now that it was all Yao people performing martial arts, which was inevitably monotonous for the foreign envoys watching the ceremony.

This was originally a statement to invite Qu Ruhai to fight, but He Yang used it.

If He Lingchuan doesn't go up, he has to find someone to replace him.

Wanqi Feng had been standing behind He Lingchuan without saying a word, and at this time took a step forward and whispered: "Master, I'll go."

He Lingchuan ignored him and just asked He Yang: "Is this competition to stop at the point, or a life-and-death fight?"

Not far away, Qu Ruhai touched his nose, his words were learned by this fellow.

He Yang didn't even blink: "To offer a wonderful imperial performance, of course, it's a life-and-death fight."

The audience was silent, and even the slowest people heard what was going on.