A Good Romance
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The ginseng sale came to an end, and the Martial Art Tea Party naturally continued. However, quite a few people were thinking about the hundred-year-old ginseng and ganoderma, so they naturally appeared dispirited, causing the excitement on the scene to weaken greatly.
Fortunately, Lian Xiu Zhu, Bai Yu Quan, and the others once again went up to exchange pointers. Their spectacular performance redeemed quite a bit, winning frequent cheers from the crowd. Especially the martial artists from their own country — when their own country's geniuses showed their prowess and defeated the experts of other countries, they were all extremely excited.
In the end, with nations as a unit, a total of eight strongest emerged. They were Lian Xiu Zhu, Hua Gao Yi, Bai Yu Quan, Yu Xing Huo, Zhong He Guang, Qu Shui Yi, Yuan Lian Shan, and Can Ye.
Zhu Wu Jiu was a bit inexperienced, after all, and only had the cultivation of the fifth layer of the Gushing Spring Tier. Moreover, he could only rely on the Silver Moon Body, and his own talent in Martial Art was barely passable. Now, he'd only formed two flashes of Sword Qi, still a distance away from the title of young king.
In the Nine Nations of the Desolate North, each nation had one. Only Yun Nation didn't have a single genius selected, which made all the martial artists of Yun Nation blush. However, what could they do if their skills were inferior? Martial Art spoke with strength.
"Ling Han, if you go up, you can fight all eight of them by yourself," Liu Yutong said very displeased. The first in the Desolate North should be her lover no matter what.
"That's right." On this point, Li Si Chan naturally stood in the same trench as Liu Yutong.
Hu Niu patted her chest, and said, "Niu will fight for Ling Han and take first place." As she spoke, she was about to jump down from the stage, scaring Can Ye so much that his face instantly paled. He'd suffered at the hands of the little girl, and that speed was unfathomable for Gushing Spring Tier martial artists.
Unexpectedly, even Yan Tian Zhao suffered a great loss, and had no choice but to unleash a powerful move, using strange silk threads to trap the little girl, and only then did he win.
This could also be said to be because the little girl had not been on guard. Moreover, Hu Niu's strength had obviously increased after this, and now she was already in the fifth layer of Gushing Spring Tier. If they were to fight again, it would be hard to say who would win.
No matter if it was Ling Han or Hu Niu, as long as these two monsters entered the field, they would definitely be invincible in Gushing Spring Tier. Even low level Spiritual Ocean Tier martial artists could only be swept aside by them.
Ling Han laughed heartily and said, "Niuniu, don't scare Little Yeye. Can't you see that his face is pale?"
When everyone heard this, it was true, and they couldn't help but laugh, because it was really rare to see Can Ye lose his composure like this. This youngster had always been cold and detached.
Who asked Hu Niu to be small and act without any scruples? Even Can Ye would have a headache if he saw her.
Cheng Fei Jun invited Can Ye and the rest of the eight up, and arranged their respective opponents. It just so happened that eight would advance to four, four would advance to two, and finally, the strongest would be decided, successfully concluding today's Martial Art Tea Party.
"The first must be our Fire Nation's Lian Xiuzhu!"
"Bullshit! In front of our Stone Kingdom's Hua Gaoyi, everything else is trash!"
"Go, go, go. Our Wind Nation's Bai Yu Quan is here, who's his match!"
The original individual honor had already risen to the national level, and everyone was cheering for their country's victorious prodigy. Only the Cloud Nation didn't have anyone fighting their way out, which made everyone's expressions unsightly.
Liu Yutong and Li Si Chan were also very displeased. The one in the limelight should have been Ling Han. Once he came out, who could be his match?
The four matches of the eight to four should have been carried out one by one, but who asked Zhu Wu Jiu to call out midway, delaying a lot of time? Now, only four matches were carried out together.
Ping, ping, pang, pang, the eight people divided into four groups to fight. The scene was extremely intense, and instantly attracted everyone's attention. From time to time, people would exclaim in surprise and cheer for their performance.
It really wasn't a wasted trip. Being able to watch such an exciting match also made many arrogant and complacent youngsters put away their arrogance. It turned out that not only did their own country have a genius that they could only look up to, other countries also had one.
"Hahahaha, the mongrels of the Desolate North actually dare to hold some Martial Art Tea Party and talk nonsense about Martial Art. What a joke!" An ear-piercing voice rang out, and a white-clothed youngster walked over with large strides, a disdainful expression on his face.
"Who is it?" Everyone turned their heads, and even Can Ye and the others stopped fighting.
This person spoke of the Desolate North, striking down all the people of the Nine Nations.
The white-clothed youngster was very handsome, and the expression on his face was also very arrogant, giving people the urge to raise their fists and punch him. He was extremely good at drawing hatred. There was a sword hanging on both of his waists. Usually, they were dual swords, which was rather rare.
He walked over with large strides, and said, "Monkeys of the Desolate North, go back to where you came from. The north region isn't a place you can go!"
"Who are you, is it any of your business?" someone shouted.
The white-clothed youngster smiled proudly, and said, "I forgot to introduce myself. Ai, announcing my name in front of you mongrels is practically an insult to me, Bao Xin Ran! Forget it, I won't announce my name."
Pu, many people instantly laughed out loud. You said you wouldn't announce your name, but you already did — was your intelligence worrying?
"The one with the surname Bao, get lost!" someone humphed. From this Bao Xin Ran's tone, he should be from a force of the north region, and to the Desolate North, the north region was the true holy land of Martial Art. Thus, even if Bao Xin Ran had spoken rudely first, everyone still chose to tolerate him.
Bao Xin Ran picked his ears, and said, "Who was the one who told me to get lost just now? Get out here and let me have my way, and I'll break all your teeth!"
"So what if I said it?" A tall and sturdy youngster stood out. He had the back of a tiger and the waist of a bear, and his height was close to two meters. His skin was dark, and he looked like a violent bear.
Peng!
Everyone's eyes blurred, and they saw that Bao Xin Ran had already disappeared from his original spot. His fist smashed onto that "violent bear"'s face, directly sending that person flying. That tall and sturdy youngster still wanted to stand up, but when he was halfway up, pa, his entire head actually exploded, and his headless body instantly collapsed onto the ground, blood splattering all over the ground.
For a moment, there was absolute silence.
But after a mere instant, the crowd became enraged, and all wanted to swallow this Bao Xin Ran alive. You're strong, so if you win, then so be it, why do you have to be so lethal?
"Aiyo, I was a bit too heavy-handed. I originally only wanted to knock out a mouthful of teeth. But forget it, those who insulted me deserve to die, "Bao Xin Ran said calmly, and then picked his ears with his fingers. Bao Xin Ran said calmly, then dug his ear with his finger. "Is there any other trash who wants to make a move?"
Everyone was silent. Although that person just now was only in the Poly Tier, Bao Xin Ran's sudden attack was incredibly shocking, causing most Gushing Spring Tier martial artists to be unable to capture its trajectory. If they were to really face him head-on, it would probably be a disaster.
Moreover, this person's attack was so ruthless, so in a situation where there was no chance of victory, there was really no one who dared to rashly come down and fight with him.
"Brother Bao, let me come down to experience your strength." Zhong He Guang strode down the stage.
"Oh, it's just the eight of you competing for the title of the strongest prodigy of the younger generation … I'm going to die of laughter. You're just a few mongrels, and you actually have the delusion of claiming to be number one? You really don't know what you're talking about." Bao Xin Ran sneered, and mocked without holding back.
"Sir, have you had enough?" Zhong He Guang was also furious, and removed the whip that was coiled around his waist.
Bao Xin Ran picked his ear, then blew on his finger, and said, "How about this, I'll use one finger, and if I can't kill you within three moves, I'll kneel on the ground and call you grandfather."
Arrogant, he was really too arrogant!
He wanted to fight against one of the Eight Great Prodigies of the Desolate North with one finger, and kill him within three moves … he was really looking down on others. Putting aside whether he could win or not, to kill at every turn, he was really looking down on the Nine Nations of the Desolate North, wasn't he?
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