Big Moon Ballad

Chapter 173 Flames
The scorching flames poured out like a galloping beast, and the huge heat wave shocked everyone's eyes.Almost instantly all the people and horses retreated abruptly, and the screams and neighing of the horses resounded throughout the world, but the next moment, the people who retreated in terror found that the flame seemed to be alive, and it rushed straight to the people beside the carriage.

"what!"

The young cultivator who just opened the curtain screamed and retracted his hand, but his arm was already surrounded by flames. He was a sixth-rank cultivator. The flames penetrated straight through the barrier around him, and the flames flowed up his arms, so sharp that it was unimaginable!

The cultivator fell to the ground and rolled all over the floor, and finally suppressed the severe pain with his true energy. The man opened his eyes wide and looked at the young man who was about to draw his sword in the distance in fear.

"Fire Mage!"

Shouts of terror sounded from the surrounding crowd.

Not only fire mages, but probably very skilled fire mages.

Playing with fire is no easy task.Ying Baoyue looked at Ji Jiashu's fists clenched tightly on his knees, his eyes were dark.

Following Ji Jiashu, she looked at the boy named Meng Shi again, seeing the boy's strange swordsmanship, Ying Baoyue's heart skipped a beat for some reason.

Although she was already in Southern Chu, this was the first time in her life that she saw a fire magician make a move.

She doesn't remember her own affairs, but Ying Baoyue vaguely remembers that her master, Chief Commander Lin Shubai, is a fire mage.

Then her heart palpitations at this time are probably because of this.

Ying Baoyue suppressed the strange feeling in her heart, and watched the young man sheath the long sword in his hand. After seeing the water sword and the thunder sword, Ying Baoyue now has some ability to distinguish, which let her know Meng The sword in Shi's hand was just an ordinary iron sword.

But being able to use such a sword in an instant while holding such a sword is enough to show the strength of this young man.

The young practitioners around who are used to judging people by their appearance are obviously aware of this.

"Don't touch my sister."

With a click, the long sword at Meng Shi's waist was put into its sheath, and the terrifying sword technique that set off the flames just now seemed like a slight warning to him. .

"Otherwise, next time I will burn you to ashes."

The boy's sword is bright fire, but his voice is the cold wind of the north.

With the murderous aura born of real fighting.

He can really do it.

In the dead silence, the eyes of people looking at the boy changed again.

But after shock and awe, people were more shocked.

This is Southern Chu, and the users of the fire method are the mainstream. Although the practice of the fire method and sword is difficult, people have not seen it before. People are shocked...

"Why is the stepson of the Northern Wei Dynasty a fire magician?"

"Didn't people in the Northern Wei Dynasty use Leifa a lot?"

Speaking of Lei Fa, Ying Baoyue looked at another extremely handsome boy in front of him.

Southern Chu is guarded by Suzaku, and most practitioners practice Fire Art, while Northern Wei is guarded by Xuanwu, and the violent and aggressive Thunder Art is more in line with the wishes of the great men of the Northern Wei Dynasty, almost becoming the exclusive of the Northern Wei people...

Before meeting Ji Jiashu, Ying Baoyue never thought that such a gentle and jade-like Pian Pianjia would choose to practice violent thunder.

To be honest, the contrast is quite big.

Because she disliked that she was not elegant enough, Ying Baoyue remembered that in her time, there were very few princes in the aristocratic family who could practice Leifa.

And Ying Baoyue didn't expect that at this time, she would meet another young man who was born in the Northern Wei Dynasty but used the fire sword technique that was only popular in the South. She remembered that Ji Jiashu had also been the step-son of Southern Chu, which made her feel very sad. Ying Baoyue couldn't help but want to complain.

Do young practitioners from all over the world like to exchange elements recently?

"That's right," Chen Zichu shook his head and said, "I remember that Meng Shi belonged to the Fire Institute, it really is him, and he still insists on practicing Fire Art for so many years."

"This sword technique..." After Chen Zichu finished speaking, he found that Ji Jiashu was hesitantly looking at Meng Shi's back, hesitating to speak.

"What's wrong?" Ying Baoyue asked.

"It's nothing." Ji Jiashu shook his head, "I just think his swordsmanship has changed a bit."

Although it is still a fire sword, it is somewhat different from the fire sword taught by Jixia Academy...

Although Ji Jiashu was a little weird in his heart, Meng Shi had just used it for too short a time, so he couldn't judge what the guessing in his heart was.

Suddenly he realized that the girl opposite was staring into his eyes, Ji Jiashu was startled, and then spoke quietly.

"His swordsmanship has improved."

"That's for sure," Chen Zichu spread his hands, "otherwise how could he be the stepson of the Northern Wei Dynasty."

With his small body, it was a miracle. Chen Zichu was extremely curious about the process.

However, Ying Baoyue looked at Ji Jiashu with a calm expression in front of him, and understood that this keen young master must have seen something else.

Ying Baoyue looked up at the Northern Wei convoy and the last carriage that had already started entering the city in the distance.

Don't touch my sister?

It turned out to be a practitioner who took his younger sister to participate in the primary ceremony.

Maybe it was her illusion, Ying Baoyue always felt that this strange young man gave her a special feeling.What the hell is...

Before Ying Baoyue could think about it, the convoy behind them suddenly started commotion.

"Who's here again?" Gui Li who was beside Ying Baoyue hugged her arm.

Ying Baoyue didn't look back this time, the Northern Wei Dynasty had already finished, so there was only one team that could cause commotion in the crowd.

Looking at Ji Jiashu who reacted with her, Ying Baoyue laughed, "Are you from Soochow?"

Ji Jiashu didn't look back, stared at the clear eyes of the girl in front of him, and nodded, "It should be."

"You two have a tacit understanding," Chen Zichu, who was probing his head, leaned on the car window and turned his head, silently looking at the man and woman behind him.

Ji Jiashu was taken aback when he heard the words, but the next moment he saw the girl in front of him laugh nonchalantly, "Northern Wei is gone, so of course there is only Soochow."

"That's because we Nanchu isn't here," Chen Zichu shrugged, "otherwise it would be pompous for you to meet."

"Yeah," Ying Baoyue nodded with a smile, after all, who doesn't know that you, Nan Chu, are full of people.

Compared with Southern Chu, Northern Wei and Eastern Wu are at least...

"Wait, what's going on in Soochow, there are too few people here?" At this moment, Chen Zichu's doubtful voice suddenly came.

There were also hisses from the expectant crowd on the official road at this time.

"Is that Soochow's convoy?"

"It's too shabby, isn't it?"

"After all, it is also the country where the middle-level ceremony is held. Is it so perfunctory for the elementary ceremony?"

"Soochow this year is really..."

Chen Zichu spoke speechlessly, and Ying Baoyue followed the gazes of the teenagers in the carriage, and saw two lonely carriages driving on the official road behind, one was an ordinary carriage and the other was a crowned carriage, which was the so-called Open carriage.

At this time, everyone's eyes were focused on the crowned carriage in front.

"Is that Soochow's stepson?"

"Who is that man? A face I've never seen before."

"What happened to the three major powers this year? One is weirder than the other?"

Amidst the gossip, Ying Baoyue looked towards the shadow of the carriage, and when she saw the familiar face and the mask of the person beside him, she was slightly taken aback.

But at the next moment, Ying Baoyue suddenly realized that there was a strange gaze firmly fixed on the mask.

who is it?

Before Ying Baoyue found that person, a burst of cheers louder than seeing the Soochow motorcade suddenly sounded from the crowd behind.

The young men suddenly blushed and shouted loudly.

"It's a saint!"

"The saint is here!"

　Those who should come are coming, do you still remember who it is?

　　
　
(End of this chapter)