Yun Qianyue was stunned when she looked at the man landing on the stage.

"Okay!" The old emperor beside him praised.

"This light skills are indeed very good! Whose young master is this? Why do he look a little similar to Prince Jing? When did Prince Rong's mansion have such a person besides Prince Jing?" Prince De also praised and turned his head to look at Rong Jing.

"Yes! I have never seen it before?" The old emperor also looked at Rong Jing.

Rong Jing glanced at Yun Qianyue, and saw her staring at Rong Feng on the stage in a daze. His phoenix eyes narrowed, his light eyes were slightly dim. Just one glance, he withdrew his gaze, and the darkness faded, leaving only light, and said indifferently to the old emperor and Prince De: "His name is Rong Feng, which is the branch of the great-grandfather of the Rong Palace. Because of a talented person, the previous emperor gave the title of Wen Bo Hou Mansion to the Mansion. Ten years ago, Wen Bo Hou followed his father to fight and sacrificed his life for the country and never returned. Wen Bo Hou Mansion later

After a disaster of assassination, more than 300 people in the family were killed overnight and they have been gone since then. At that time, the emperor also investigated this matter, and in the end, the murderer was left alone. However, Wen Bohou's mansion did not end, but left Rong Feng, who was sent to Tianxue Mountain to practice martial arts since childhood. He has returned from learning art and wants to serve the country. He just entered Beijing yesterday and temporarily lived in the Rong Palace. Therefore, it is not surprising that the emperor and Prince De have never seen him."

"So it's a descendant of Wen Bohou's mansion!" The old emperor nodded and looked at Rong Feng's deep face on the platform.

"No wonder he looks a bit like Prince Jing! It turns out to be a branch of Prince Rong's Mansion!" Prince De nodded, looked at Rong Feng, and sighed: "The destruction of Wen Bohou's mansion overnight was a major case in a century, and there was no clue. Wen Bohou was the most talented person in my Tiansheng back then, and I'm afraid he is no less than Prince Jing now. Unfortunately, he has never returned after sending troops with Prince Rong. Now, ten years have passed, and it is very gratifying to have descendants of Wen Bohou."

"Not bad! Brother Rong and Bohou Wen have been leaving me for more than ten years!" The old emperor also sighed.

Yun Qianyue moved her mind and looked away from the platform to look at Rong Jing. He saw that his face was faint and his eyes were faint, as if the old emperor and Prince De were not talking about his family. She frowned for a moment, then turned her head and continued to look at the field, just in time to meet the sight Rong Feng looked at her.

The eyes met. Rong Feng immediately looked away and turned his back.

Although the distance was a bit far away, Yun Qianyue still clearly saw a flash of pain from his eyes. Her lips were pursed, thinking that the master of the body seemed to know Rong Feng before and had some deep connection. What was the connection? When she remembered his words that day, she suddenly felt her heart inexplicably hurt. She lowered her head, reached out to cover her heart, and looked at herself with some confusion.

Rong Jing suddenly looked over, his eyes fixed on Yun Qianyue's hand covering her heart. His light eyes instantly formed a black vortex, as if he was about to suck the hand that covered her heart in.

The pain was only a moment, and when Yun Qianyue wanted to explore it, it disappeared invisible. She searched for memories in her mind, but there was no trace of it. She sighed and raised her head again. She saw that there was a person standing opposite Rong Feng, a young man who was about the same age as Rong Feng, who did not know him.

"Wulnerable beauty, you are capable of bringing him back. For the sake of that broken snow?" Ye Qingran looked at Rong Feng's appearance, approached Rong Jing, and lowered his voice.

Rong Jing glanced at Ye Qingran and remained silent.

Ye Qingran snorted, "So what if he is the apprentice of the old man in Xueshan? I am not afraid of him, so I will still win back the snow and give it to Sister Yue to play with."

"As long as you win him, it's fine." Rong Jing said lightly.

"Then just watch it! My little king naturally won him. Anyway, you lost all your martial arts, so don't think about the Broken Snow. Xian Ge is not my opponent." Ye Qingran looked confident and confident.

"Although Broken Snow is good, it is just ranked third among the three famous swords in the world." Rong Jing said.

"The first and second-ranked sword had already disappeared a hundred years ago. As long as those two swords don't come out for a day, the snow is the most precious sword. I will have to get it today." Ye Qingran said disapprovingly.

"Well, I hope you can succeed and don't let her down." Rong Jing threw a sentence without hearing the emotion.

"That's natural!" Ye Qingran looked at Yun Qianyue after hearing this, and saw her looking at the field. Her expression and eyes were different from before. He looked along her gaze and saw that her eyes were falling on Rong Feng. Such eyes were not the pure, clear and indifferent she used to be. She couldn't say what it was, but she always felt different. He withdrew his gaze and asked Rong Jing in confusion, "Sister Yue and Rong Feng know each other?"

"How can I know!" Rong Jing didn't go to see Yun Qianyue, his voice was weak, "I'm afraid there are few people who don't know her!"

Ye Qingran was stunned, then curled his lips and hummed Rong Jing, "It's just asking you, why do you feel like you have eaten a rusty cannon? It's not surprising that others know Sister Yue, I'm just wondering that Sister Yue actually looks like she knows that boy. Didn't he be sent to Tianxue Mountain since he was a child and worshipped by the old man in Xueshan? How can Sister Yue know him?"

"Then you need to ask your good sister Yue." Rong Jing's voice was still faint, as if she was indifferent. But when she heard it carefully, she still felt that it was not much the same as before.

"I will ask naturally, but not now." Ye Qingran ignored Rong Jing anymore and glanced at Yun Qianyue, saw her looking at the field focused and looking at it.

"In the first game, Rong Feng, the prince of Wen Bohou's mansion, started the competition against Wen Sheng, the prince of General Wen's mansion!" A referee beside the fourth prince shouted loudly.

The two of the whispered people stood up, stopped talking, and looked into the field.

The shouts fell, and the two of them immediately fought on the platform. Before everyone could see how to take action, they saw that Wen Sheng, the young master of General Wen's mansion, was knocked off the platform with a beautiful arc, but fell lightly to the ground until they stood firm and looked at the platform blankly, looking at it, as if they didn't understand why he was beaten down without passing a move.

"Okay! It's true that he is a descendant of Wen Bohou!" The old emperor praised.

"Yes! Such a skill is really good!" Prince De also praised.

"Half-hand decisions determine the winner and lose, and you won't hurt anyone when you take action! Have a gentlemanly demeanor!" Prince Yun also praised.

"Wen Bohou was so talented back then, so it was not uncommon for his descendants to have such skills." Prince Xiao felt that he should say something after a few people finished speaking, but Rong Feng was a side branch of Prince Rong's mansion. Naturally, he didn't want to praise him, so he could only say something in disguise.

"It's indeed the apprentice of the old man Xueshan." Ye Qingran also praised. He thought in his heart whether he could throw General Wen, that boy, down the platform within half a move. When he thought about it, he felt that Wen Sheng was originally a fool, and he could throw him down the platform.

Rong Jing's face was light, as if this situation had been expected by him and he had no statement.

"In the first round, the youngest son of the Wen Bohou Mansion won! In the second round, the youngest son of the old General Feng's mansion came on stage!" The referee shouted.

One of the people below flew up. Before the referee could start, he took the move first. The move was fierce and hit Rong Feng's face. Rong Feng gently dodged. As his sleeves swung, he saw him wave his hand easily, and Feng Yang's body floated out like a willow catkin. Everyone exclaimed again, and saw that he had been thrown off the platform. However, this time Feng Yang fell heavily, obviously Rong Feng did it on purpose.

"Okay!" the old emperor shouted again.

Prince De and others nodded together. Although they did not say anything in praise, their expressions showed praise.

Although Yun Qianyue has lost all martial arts, her eyesight is still better than ordinary people. Seeing that Rong Feng is simple in his actions, she threw the person out lightly. The two of them obviously had not even touched half of his silk clothes, and it was obvious that he had strong internal strength.

"The prince of Wen Bohou's mansion won in the second round! The prince of the Ministry of War was Wang Tingyi, who was the minister of the Ministry of War, came to the stage!" The referee shouted again.

As soon as he finished speaking, a slightly older man flew onto the platform.

Just like the top two, but in a moment, he was knocked off the stage again.

"In the third round, the young master of Wen Bohou's mansion won! In the fourth round, the young master of Wenchang County came on stage!" The referee shouted again. Another person flew up from below. Like the man just now, he was quickly knocked off the stage.

"In the fourth round, the young master of Wen Bohou's mansion won! In the fifth round..." The referee repeated the same shouting.

Then he repeated the same action, and the man was thrown off the stage just after he came on stage.

Next, someone came to the stage and someone stepped down. More than 20 people were beaten off the stage.

Everyone in this pavilion was quiet, only the old emperor occasionally cheered.

About half an hour later, more than a hundred people were beaten off the stage by Rong Feng. The referee was still shouting, without any pause. Rong Feng had no objection on the platform.

Yun Qianyue frowned and looked away from the stage to look down at the stage. She saw a darkness, about a thousand people. She thought about how if the round-robin battle continued like this, how could a thousand people deal with one person? She retracted her gaze and no one had any objections to everyone. Her eyes swept over Rong Jing's light face and Ye Qingran's serious look. The two of them obviously had no objections. She pursed her lips and turned to the old emperor and said, "Uncle Master, if he doesn't lose, he will be on this stage all the time? You see, there are so many people below! If this continues, wouldn't he be exhausted even if he wins?"

Yun Qianyue's voice was not low, enough that everyone in the pavilion could hear it. Everyone turned to look at her when they heard it.
Chapter completed!