Today's battle had finally cemented Shen Zhenyi's status and reputation.
How could there be so much good luck in this world?
Strength was the only guarantee that one could make it this far.
No matter what method he used, killing Poison Sect's Wan Shen Chuan in one strike was definitely the performance of a first-rate expert.
Young Master Yu, who had cursed Shen Zhenyi while drinking last night, came to Shen Zhenyi's courtyard to apologize after the battle.
He had lost this round and had no chance of entering the top eight. When he heard that Shen Zhenyi had easily won and beheaded him in one strike, he was drenched in sweat, afraid that he had accidentally offended this murderous star.
"This one was blinded by a single leaf and failed to see Mount Tai. I should have come to ask for advice from Third Young Master Shen …"
Half of his words were sincere.
The Saber Masters of the Central Plains made good friends and had a wide network. That was why they were able to gain a foothold in this prosperous land. Young Master Yu was no exception. If he had known earlier that Shen Zhenyi was so powerful, he would have taken a step back and made friends with him.
After staying in the same inn for so many days, they should have become close friends long ago. Why did he have to make things so awkward now?
— It was impossible to make friends now. At the very least, he didn't want Shen Zhenyi to bear a grudge. Thus, Young Master Yu's attitude was extremely humble.
Shen Zhenyi didn't know why he had come to apologize.
"We don't know each other, so why bother? Young Master Yu, you don't need to mind. "
Are you angry with me? Or not angry?
Young Master Yu was a master of communication, but he couldn't do anything against Shen Zhenyi, who had no interest in socializing. He forced himself to say a few words, but it was too boring, so he could only nervously bid farewell.
Outside, many martial artists came to ask Shen Zhenyi for advice, but they were all turned away by Cynanchum Chinense and Princess Long. When they saw Young Master Yu return to his courtyard, they knew that he was a good host, so they went to ask him about Shen Zhenyi.
Young Master Yu sighed. "This person is truly a mysterious dragon. You can only see half of the leopard through a tube. You guys couldn't see him, so you were confused. Although I saw him, I still felt that he was unfathomable. "
The more he thought about it, the more he felt that Shen Zhenyi's appearance was blurring. By the time he reached his own courtyard, he had almost forgotten what Shen Zhenyi looked like. When he first saw him, he clearly had a deep impression of him, as if he had seen a sharp sword. However, he couldn't describe the specific details at all.
The Eldest Young Master Yu had learned a lot from his family, so he knew that this was the 'Cloud Dragon' phenomenon of the Great Grandmaster. It was like a divine dragon flying into the clouds, one could only see its head but not its tail. It was impossible to see its whole appearance. He was shocked, so he admired Shen Zhenyi even more.
After this battle, Shen Zhenyi was listed as one of the favorites to win the championship — but at this time, everyone had already entered the top eight. Their strengths were close, so it would not be a surprise if anyone won the championship.
The next day, Shen Zhenyi won another match and advanced into the top four.
At this point, the one hundred thousand purple gold in his hand had doubled to three or four million taels. If he could continue to work hard and win the championship in one fell swoop, it was expected that he could earn more than ten million taels.
Probably because they had entered the orbit, the Dreamless Monk did not appear in front of them these two days. Cynanchum Chinense was a little worried that he would abscond with the money. Shen Zhenyi just smiled. He still trusted the monk.
Fortunately, before the top four, the Dreamless Monk still appeared in front of Shen Zhenyi. Otherwise, Cynanchum Chinense would really go crazy.
He frowned and was a little worried.
"Third Young Master Shen, why didn't you tell me that you still have an enemy …"
Enemy?
Shen Zhenyi was stunned, "Who is it?"
The Dreamless Monk sighed, "It may not be your enemy, but it is your ancestor's enemy. As long as you mention the twelve sword towers and Shen Mengtian, this person will go crazy. I heard that he has sworn that he will go all out in the ring to kill you. "
His face was ugly, "It's not easy to reach this juncture. If you lose here, we will lose everything."
The Dreamless Monk had bet all his winnings on Shen Zhenyi winning the championship.
This enemy was going all out to fight, which was different from a normal battle in the ring.
"This person is Ming Jiuqi, the leader of the Green Eye Sect. Back then, your ancestor, Shen Mengtian, had killed two elders of the Green Eye Sect and formed a deep enmity with him. It was because of this mistake that Shen Mengtian was demoted from the eye of the storm."
"So …" Shen Zhenyi pondered slightly, "He and my ancestor have a grudge. I will take revenge for my ancestor and punish him a little."
You said it so casually!
The Dreamless Monk sighed.
"This person is different from your previous opponents …"
The Green Eye Sect was also one of the eight sects in the world. It didn't rely on the strength of the sect, but the strength of its individual masters. The leader of the Green Eye Sect had a bloodline inheritance. Ming Jiuqi's family could sense the violent power of the green eye. In terms of individual battle strength, Ming Jiuqi's power was above Shen Zhongshan and Yan Qian Sha.
If it was a sect battle, the Green Eye Sect might not be able to win against the twelve sword towers and the Wind Thunder City. However, in a one-on-one battle, Ming Jiuqi had a great advantage.
"The power of the green eye?"
Shen Zhenyi had never heard of it.
"You don't know?"
The Dreamless Monk was quite surprised. He felt that Shen Zhenyi was omniscient. It was rare that there was something he didn't know. He smiled, "In fact, it's nothing special. It's just that this family is born with eyes as green as jade. They can contain sword aura in their eyes. Their ancestor created the Green Eye Sword Aura, which can kill with a stare."
"So it's the Real Fake Eye Technique."
Shen Zhenyi nodded slightly and didn't think much of it.
The so-called Green Eye Bloodline, he thought it was something amazing. In fact, it was just a crude technique to transform the fragile eyes so that they could store sword aura.
This green color was not a sign of the advantage of the bloodline. In fact, it was a sign of damage to the eyes.
Although it could be very powerful when storing sword aura in the eyes, the stronger the sword aura, the harder it was for the eyes to hold. In the end, it was either exploding and becoming blind or giving up the cultivation of sword aura. If one didn't advance, they would fall behind.
"Real Fake Eye Technique?"
It was the Dreamless Monk's turn to be confused. He scratched his bald head and laughed dryly, "You sound like a friend of mine. You always have a lot of nouns that others don't understand."
Shen Zhenyi smiled, "You sound like a friend of mine too."
He paused and said, "In short, don't worry. I will deal with this person."
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