Into Xuancheng Xianxian, From Not Being A Son-In-Law

Chapter 161 The Gift Of The Longevity

Do it all at once, second time tired, third time exhausted.

What's more, this was a full quarter of an hour. Cao Jian tried his best to do his best with every sword strike, but in the eyes of an expert, he was just being played like a dog for a full quarter of an hour.

After this quarter of an hour, it was not that Agula didn't bother to play with him anymore, but that Cao Jian's old strength was exhausted. Qi and blood surged in his body every time he exhaled and inhaled, but the new strength generated could not fill up the old strength left behind. The holes in his body showed signs of fatigue, even the sword moves were deformed, and flaws appeared frequently.

Agula just spotted the flaw, used his luck and punched out, but this punch did not hold back, and poured 100% of his strength into Cao Jian's chest.

Disturbing Qi and blood, shaking the internal organs.

Cao Jian spat out a large mouthful of blood, flew out like a kite with its string cut off, and fell down the ring.

The victory and defeat have been divided.

Agula stood on the ring and moved his wrists, as if he was just doing a warm-up exercise. Compared to Cao Jian, who was no longer strong enough to keep up with the moves, he didn't even take a big breath.

Easy to handle.

This is the eighth grade martial artist.

How big is the difference between an eighth-grade martial artist who is on the Qianlong Ranking and an eighth-grade martial artist who is not on the Qianlong Ranking.

Not getting a good start, Zhang Shoufu's expression remained unchanged as he watched the match from the bottom of the ring, while the eldest prince who accompanied him frowned slightly and turned to order the attendants behind him.

"Although we lost, we still fought for Dayan. The most important thing is sincerity. Go find a doctor to heal Cao Zhuangshi's injury."

Cao Jian was seriously injured. He fainted after falling to the ring, but he was still vomiting blood. The friend who came with him was at a loss as to what to do. The eldest prince's attendants quickly came to the nearby hospital to get help. The doctor came and solved the urgent problem.

Although it can't be called a wonderful rejuvenation, it at least saved Cao Jian's life.

But it was just to save his life.

The collapse of Qi and blood and the rupture of internal organs have shaken the foundation of an eighth-grade martial artist. It is not known how long it will take to make up for it in the future. It will inevitably affect Cao Jian's talent, which is not even a top cultivation talent.

From Cao Jian's fate, we can also see how ruthless Agula was. This last palm was not only to determine the outcome, but also to determine life and death.

Indignant?

Of course there is.

In the capital city of Dayan, which Dayan person would be happy to see the desert people arrogant?

However, Cao Jian's lesson learned from the past has also shocked many guys who are ready to take action. It is possible to gain fame by standing in the ring and showing off your skills, but if you are seriously injured or even lose your life, you will lose your capital.

Agula crossed his arms and looked around the audience. Many guys who were still eager to try silently stepped back half step, not daring to meet his eyes.

"It's boring. Could it be that this has just begun and no one of you, Da Yan, dares to go into the ring to fight me?"

Very arrogant.

But the arena is not full of Cao Jian and his ilk.

"You are really a barbarian who only knows how to be arrogant when you are successful...but you can only be arrogant so far."

The swordsman with a negative sword jumped onto the stage.

He drew the sword out of its sheath, and the iron light illuminated his stern face.

"Da Yan, stop the horse."

He didn't say that he should practice Realm himself, because it was not very necessary.

Ma Qiansha, this is the name on the Hidden Dragon List, and coincidentally it is ranked thirty-fourth, two places higher than Agula.

"What's the matter? You were not in the capital a few days ago. I wanted to challenge you, but you escaped. Now you have taken the initiative to stand up. Just in time, let me see you, the great Yan Qianlong who is two years taller than me. , what level is it.”

Agula tensed his arms and shouted, "Come on!"

The fist wind meets the sword light.

They are all young talents in the middle and upper reaches of the potential dragon list.

Regardless of whether it was a layman spectating the excitement or an expert watching the doorway, they all agreed that this second match would no longer be a battle without suspense like the first match.

It must be the tip of the needle against the wheat awn, and the fight is evenly matched.

Both sides will play their cards in and out and try their best.

After all, the ranks of the Qianlong list are so close that there is only a difference of two. It is conceivable that the strength of the two should be almost the same, and either one may win.

But what is surprising is.

After just a few rounds, Qianlong ranked two higher, but Agula beat him.

It has nothing to do with fighting style.

It's not that the horse is good at defensive counterattacks, and Agula is a way of opening and closing. The latter focuses on being tough, and the former is how to win steadily. But in this arena, Agula shows His strength really held the horse back.

The horse's front pull was not enough, and he soon fell into a disadvantage.

And as the number of moves increased, Agula not only became familiar with the Saber Technique routine of Maqianzhu, Maqianchu was also surprised to find that Agula's explosive power was still rising, and he became more and more courageous!

After all, the Pavilion of Celestial Secrets is too wasteful, and it is hard to figure out who is stronger and who is weaker, and who should be ranked higher.

Or.

Is the desert Qianlong with the wind and sand really more powerful than the Great Yan Qianlong?

Reminiscent of the past few days, those people from the desert have come to challenge many Da Yan Qianlong. They all win more and lose less. .

Even though it's only two games.

Even if he really loses two games in a row, it is only the beginning compared to the three-day arena. That Zhang Shoufu is still confident, and his calm and calm expression has not changed at all. Worried about downwind.

But the big picture is the big picture, and the present is the present.

Seeing the people of the desert show their power in Yujing City, even if it was only for a while, is a disappointment that will not make people happy after all.

In the arena, Ma Qianqian, who was getting more and more frustrated, finally discovered something strange.

Agula is obviously a warrior.

But besides Qi and blood, there is another kind of power in his body.

It seems to be... witch power?

After discovering the clue, the horse drew a knife in front of Agula's fierce fist, and was in shock: "You hide so deep, besides Martial Dao, you also practice witchcraft?"

"Hehe, guess what."

Agula didn't have the bad habit of blowing himself up, and he punched with a grinning grin. Even if he used the blade to block, the force that could be transmitted to the hilt made his jaw numb slightly.

"...It's a bit strange, besides Blood Qi, this Agula still has shamanic power. He has also practiced Martial Dao and shamanism?"

There are very few people who can see the witch power in Agula, but Xu Nian is obviously one of them.

He pondered for a while, then shook his head again.

"No, not right."

"The witch power in him doesn't look like the kind he cultivated himself."

By chance, the scar-faced man sitting at the table looked at Xu Nian in surprise, and then praised from the bottom of his heart: "Your Excellency has good eyesight."

"As your Excellency said, this is probably not the witch power cultivated by Agula himself."

"It should be the gift of longevity from the Great Desert Temple."