Emperor's Red Makeup: The Duke is too black

Chapter 316
On the second day, when Xuan Luo saw the series of attendees, he finally understood what Yue Zhixiang meant. All these old guys with white hair and childlike faces were all interested in Foguang Porcelain?

Or, are they just here for fun?

If she didn't have the Fengling Sword today, it would be very difficult for her to win. Moreover, even if she really wanted to kill and steal, she might not be able to kill these people.

Thinking about it, Xuan Luo's heart became dignified again.

Before the critical moment, the Phoenix Spirit Sword must not be released.

"Everyone, today is the last day of the Foguang Porcelain Conference. There are no rules today. Those who won yesterday and the seniors who appeared today only need to accept challenges from all sides in the ring. The final winner is the Foguang Porcelain. Winner."

As soon as Jiang Han's rules came out, everyone was overjoyed.

"It's not fair." Someone said loudly, "Wouldn't the person who was challenged in the ring be exhausted to death? It's not fair at all."

"Yeah, no matter how you look at it, it's unfair. It's like one person has to accept the battle of many masters."

"indeed."

"..."

"Everyone be quiet, the rules are like this, and the real masters will never mind, there is no absolute fairness in this world, everything depends on the strength, if you feel that the rules are not fair, you can wait until the final stage to challenge That is, in this case, it is absolutely fair, right?"

Jiang Han's tone carried a trace of majesty that could not be refuted, and what he said was right, everything is based on strength, there is no absolute fairness in this world.

Shocked by his flirtatious words, a word of sarcasm, no one dares to say things like unfair, if you think it is unfair, you are the last to challenge, don't say anything more.

"For the first round, senior Luoyan God Palm Yan Wuhen is invited to come on stage."

"Yan Wuhen? It turned out to be Yan Wuhen, the God of Luoyan? God, why did he appear?"

"The God's Palm of Luoyan was powerful on the mainland for a period of time, and then it suddenly disappeared. Why did it reappear today?"

"..."

Accompanied by bursts of puzzlement, doubt, and surprise, a middle-aged man dressed in black flew onto the stage. Under his robe was embroidered with a picture of a wild goose flying high in the clouds with gold thread. On his slightly ordinary face, With a majesty that comes from strength, those eyes that are sharper than eagle eyes lightly glanced at the people below.

"This time I went to the Dashi Country to participate in the Foguang Porcelain Conference to find an opponent who is truly worthy of my palm. If anyone present thinks that I can force me to give up the palm of Luoyan, please come to the stage and enlighten me."

His voice is not loud, but it gives people a sharp and piercing feeling.

Xuan Luo frowned, looked sideways at Feng Yelan and Yue Fei, and looked at the old guys who hadn't shown up in the attic farther away, it seemed that they needed someone to try Yan Wuhen, And for people as proud as they are, whether Yan Wuhen is worth their shot remains to be seen.

"Under the Cangsong, please enlighten me."

Yan Wuhen didn't say much, just glanced at Cangsong lightly, "Let's do it."

After saying that, he stood motionless in the distance, waiting for Cangsong's attack, and this defiant look really made Cangsong angry, he couldn't believe it, his swordsmanship would not be as good as this Angry Luoyan God's Palm!

Thinking about it, the sword in Cangsong's hand shot at Yan Wuhen at an extremely fast speed under his control, and he himself followed closely behind his sword, rushing towards Yan Wuhen with fierce vigor in his palm. No trace.

The corner of Yan Wuhen's mouth twitched, his eyes showed contempt, he saw his body was slightly sideways, the sword was empty, and the following palm was easily resolved by him.

"Cangsong shouldn't have made this palm." Xuan Luo said to Xuan Ling, who was sitting next to him, watching with gusto, "Yan Wuhen is famous for Luoyan Divine Palm, and his palm technique can be said to be rare in the mainland. One palm is purely for an introductory child challenging a mature adult."

Xuan Ling nodded empathetically, "Yes, yes, that Yan Wuhen is really not simple, no wonder he can be ranked among the top eight masters with Master."

"It's true that he was one of the eight masters many years ago, but after many years, who knows if he will grow old?" Xuan Luo laughed.

"Junior sister, what do you mean by that?"

"Stupid, the back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves, what will the front waves do?"

Xuan Ling scratched the back of his head, "What will Qian Lang do?"

"Dead on the beach!"

"Absolutely. Junior sister, your description is too absolute."

"General." Xuan Luo continued to pay attention to the competition on the stage, and found that Cangsong's meridians had been shattered by Yan Wuhen's palm, and she almost couldn't stand still, but the firmness and unyielding in his eyes made her sideways. Eyes, "Brother, do you want to go up?"

Xuan Ling shrank his neck, "Actually, I just came to watch the excitement."

"Coward, I really don't know how much master's skills you have learned, coward!" she said angrily.

Xuan Ling shrank his neck again, and retorted unwillingly: "Junior Sister, you are so powerful, you go up."

"Of course I want to go up, it's just that it's not the time yet. Forget it, even if Cang Song doesn't want to admit defeat, there is nothing he can do. He is about to lose his footing."

As soon as Xuanluo finished speaking, Cangsong fell to the ground.

With a calm face, Jiang Han ordered people to go up and carry the Cangsong down and hand it over to the people of the Cang Lan faction, and ordered people to deliver life-saving medicine.

Although life and death are up to fate, if too many people die in his Dashi country, it will be troublesome.

"Is there anyone else who wants to challenge?" Jiang Han asked lightly, looking at the still indifferent Yan Wuhen, feeling a little puzzled in his heart.

If such a person is defeated, what expression will he have?He is very curious.

Some people who are not strong naturally dare not go up to seek humiliation. Although Cangsong's martial arts is not the most powerful here, he is one of the people who won yesterday. He was defeated within fifteen moves. Who would dare to go up? ?

However, the real masters are only now beginning to show up one by one.

"Although the God's Palm of Luoyan is powerful, it may not be able to break my Avalokitesvara's holy hand." A sharp, hoarse and piercing female voice came, and everyone looked towards the place where the voice came from not far away.

There, stood a woman wrapped in black. The woman's appearance was very hazy, because her face was extremely pale, and her facial features were weakened by the abnormal paleness. His aura was extremely obvious under that pale face.

Avalokitesvara holy hand, Ying Miaomiao!

The corner of Xuan Luo's mouth raised a small arc, two of the eight masters have appeared!
"Junior Sister, do you know the holy hand of Guanyin?" Xuan Ling asked, his eyes twitching non-stop.

Xuan Luo gave him a blank look, "Of course I know, this Ying Miaomiao is a wonderful person, she can transform her hands into thousands of hands, there is a legend of Avalokitesvara, so she has the nickname of Avalokitesvara. But her I heard that those hands are very scary. Brother, if you are afraid, remember to cover your eyes for a while."

Xuan Ling stared at Xuan Luo, "Am I afraid? Hmph, if she wins that Yan Wuhen, I'll go up and fight her."

"Really?"

Being looked at by Xuan Luo with such contempt, Xuan Ling became arrogant and raised his head, "Of course it's true."

"Okay, I'm waiting. Don't look, I think Yan Wuhen can't beat Ying Miaomiao."

Xuan Ling was speechless, "Why?"

"A thousand hands and two palms, who has a higher probability of winning?"

"Junior Sister, you are overgeneralizing."

On this side, Xuan Luo and Xuan Ling are talking to themselves, while on the other side, Jun Chen has suppressed the seriousness in his eyes. He knew that he would meet many masters today, but he just didn't expect...
"Ying Miaomiao, I haven't seen you for many years. I don't know if your Avalokitesvara is as weird and sharp as it was back then?" A trace of fighting intent rose in Yan Wuhen's eyes, and it was indeed something to watch.

Ying Miaomiao covered her lips lightly, and smiled, "I was no match for you back then, and I really want to see, our progress over the years, who is greater?"

"Okay, no matter if I win or lose today, if I can fight with you, my trip will not be in vain."

"That's true, there will be many old friends appearing later."

"They?" Yan Wuhen frowned suddenly, then his expression froze, "Is the sword master here?"

The corners of Ying Miaomiao's eyes froze, with a little helplessness, "I don't know about this, you know, he always doesn't like to join in the fun."

"That's all, let's not talk about it, it will show up sooner or later. Let's do it, I can't wait to see your thousand hands."

"Okay. Don't show mercy." Ying Miaomiao smiled, black shadows flickered around the arena, and this excellent lightness kung fu scared a lot of people.

As expected of the eight masters on the mainland, this skill is too weird.

However, an even weirder scene continued to shock everyone in the next moment. The entire arena seemed to be surrounded by a thousand pale and slender hands, and Yan Wuhen in the middle could no longer see his figure at this moment, but there was a wave like a wild goose passing by. A sense of grandeur gradually filled the surroundings of the ring, and the two auras had already begun to compete.

Xuanluo stared closely at Yan Wuhen in it, she could see Yan Wuhen when others couldn't see him, although Yan Wuhen was trapped by Ying Miaomiao's thousand hands, and even attacked by Ying Miaomiao from time to time, but He is calmly preparing for his unique technique, the palm of the falling geese!
How exciting will the confrontation between the eight masters be?

"Goose palm!"

"Holy Hand of Avalokitesvara!"

Two voices that sounded calm and nearly broke people's eardrums suddenly sounded, and suddenly there was a strong wind above the ring, and Ying Miaomiao's thousand hands had been retracted by her, forming countless tiny handprints and flying towards Yan Wuhen's Luoyan God's palm shoot away.

The Godly Palm of Luoyan smashed against the Thousand Hands fiercely with an earth-shattering rage!
Rumbling--

I don't know if it was the roar from the sky or the sound of air currents in the air, but it instantly resounded throughout the Dashi Kingdom.

The hard arena was almost shattered in half, countless dust blocked people's sight, and the powerful air flow directly knocked some weaker people into the air. Such destructive power was too great!
"Ahem, Yan Wuhen, I didn't expect you to be so powerful."

"Ying Miaomiao, you are not bad either."

Two figures emerged from the dust in front of everyone's eyes. When they saw the two figures, everyone gasped and sighed.

The situation of the two masters can hardly be described in words.

A man with tattered clothes, the arrogance in his eyes is still there, and there are purple-black scratches on the exposed arm. Looking closely, it should be poisoned, and looking at the scratches, it should be a woman's hand.

One of the clothes was barely tidy, but her already pale face was even more bloodless now, and her hands were drooping so slightly, big drops of blood kept slipping from her hands.

Needless to say, this battle will hurt both sides!

(End of this chapter)