I just want to be stable, I was hung up and became a Valkyrie

Chapter 295 Suppression
Shen Qian was also left speechless.

He can understand it, after all, it is the prince's order, and the etiquette must be a face-to-face invitation to highlight the formality, but...

There is no need to do this in the "Nine Heavens Cup" arena, right?

He has great reasons to suspect that Qu Xiangyun did it on purpose.

Although he couldn't feel it, Shen Qian still took a guilty glance at Beiwu's seat.

No, he and Qu Xiangyun really have no story, so why feel guilty?

Thinking of this, Shen Qian's waist straightened up again.

"I know, I will visit Uncle Luo after the game."

However, under the watchful eyes of everyone, it was impossible for Shen Qian to really save a prince's face, so he nodded and agreed immediately.

Qu Xiangyun nodded, and ran down the ring in a panic, only remembering something when he was about to step off the stage, and turned his head to signal the referee.

"I surrender."

It was probably the first time for Shanhai referee, who had experienced scenes, to see this kind of scene. After being dazed, he finally came back to his senses and blew his whistle.

"Jiangzhong Junwu, win!"

With the sound of the whistle, it also means that Jiang Zhongjunwu became the last university to enter the top four.

It's just that there was hardly any cheers and applause in the audience, but there was a lot of noise everywhere.

Some people are gossiping, some are complaining, and some are questioning... It can be called a mess.

But no matter what, without the organizer making a sound, the battle for the quarterfinals also ended with this scene.

"Our top four colleges and universities have been born, they are Beiwu, Shenwu, Chuanwu and Jiangzhong Junwu!"

"Let's give warm applause..."

Shen Qian didn't stay in the ring for too long, he had already left quickly when the host was in control.

Back in the lounge, facing everyone's strange gazes, Shen Qian could only touch his nose, and said helplessly, "Would you believe me if I said that I really have nothing to do with her?"

Everyone shook their heads decisively.

Shen Qian lost the desire to explain in an instant, and said badly: "Then do whatever you want."

"These online comments are really unsightly..."

A few people joked for a while, but they still couldn't help frowning when they saw the remarks attacking Shen Qian on the Internet.

As for Shen Qian, he didn't even bother to look at it. After several battles, in the eyes of most netizens, he was already sitting on the bench because of his lack of strength.

Now that there is such an incident, it is foreseeable how others will belittle him.

Shen Qian didn't even need to look to guess how ugly those words were.

Up to now, the fact that Shen Qian is a disciple of the Marquis of Jingcheng has already spread on the Internet, and coupled with the good relationship between Marquis of Jingcheng and Uncle Luo, I am afraid that many people will think that Qu Xiangyun is deliberately supporting Shen Qian.

"The result of the lottery is out."

Cheng Qingqing didn't care much about these things, but kept paying attention to the results of the lottery in the main stadium.

When everyone heard the words, they temporarily stopped discussing and looked up.

On the big screen, the remaining four colleges and universities have been divided into two arrays.

"Beiwu VS Chuanwu!"

"Jiang Zhong Junwu VS Shenwu!"

In the order of the semi-finals, there is actually no such thing as a lucky draw.

Even Chuanwu, which is not among the top four universities, has always been a top university before, and it is only one line away from the four major universities.

"Shen Qian, why don't you play when you fight Shen Wu?"

Zhao Ke suddenly suggested.

The others were also startled, and then they all looked at Shen Qian with expectant eyes.

With empathy, they saw the rumors and rumors on the Internet, and they all saw that it was worthless for Shen Qian.

And they knew better that as long as Shen Qian appeared on the stage, all malice would disappear in an instant.

The world will see how terrifying this young man who has been silent in sight for a long time is!
After all, even they themselves don't know what Shen Qian's limit is, or even Cheng Qingqing and Ning Zhiyuan have never understood Shen Qian's true strength.

"No need." Shen Qian shook his head and smiled, "My battlefield is not here. Now that the seats are reserved, this is your home court. My appearance here is just an insurance step in the strategy."

Seeing that Shen Qian insisted, everyone stopped talking.

"Then this one, you go."

Zhao Keyi looked at Geng Qianqiu, the only one who hadn't made a move besides him.

"Ah."

Geng Qianqiu said indifferently, "You just stand here and watch."

In the blink of an eye, an hour of rest time passed.

The first battle of four into two is Beiwu vs. Chuanwu.

There were three Beiwu players in total, and Ding Yi was one against three, winning the battle almost without any twists and turns.

The result of the duel was expected by most of the people. Although Chuan Wu's momentum is very strong this year, among the Bei Wu team, there are three top ten Qianlong rankings.

Although Chuanwu also has hidden dark horses, there are only two people who can be called peerless.

"Ding Yi! Ding Yi! Ding Yi..."

With her cool face, invincible swordsmanship, and ethereal figure, after the girl swung her last sword, the audience erupted into wild shouts.

Even Ouyang Fei and others made fun of Shen Qian, and sincerely lamented that Shen Qian's beauty is not shallow.

Only Shen Qian's smile was a bit forced.

Seeing Ding Yi make a move again, this time he was not obsessed with the opponent's beauty, but observed it carefully.

Unlike others who were amazed at the unpredictability of Ding Yi's swordsmanship, Shen Qian frowned deeply.

Ding Yi didn't use a sword before.

Or to put it another way, Ding Yi's swordsmanship may seem ordinary, but it contains extremely deep swordsmanship attainments.

Without ten years of immersion, it is impossible to be like this.

But Ding Yi gave Shen Qian the feeling that she was born for the sword.

Shen Qian had never seen the sword skills she used in any textbooks or classics.

Confirming a certain guess in his heart, Shen Qian became even more heavy.

He didn't know what Ding Yi had gone through, and he only hoped that there was still room for redemption.

"What's going to happen next is the second match of the semi-finals, Jiang Zhong Junwu vs. Shenwu!"

As the noise from the outside world rekindled, Geng Qianqiu stood up with his eyes closed, put a tactical suit on his body, and strode out.

"Qianqiu."

Shen Qian stopped him.

Geng Qianqiu stopped and looked over suspiciously.

"Cao Qian, he may not be as weak as you think. If he plays, be careful!"

Shen Qian thought for a while, and reminded him vaguely.

"Don't worry, I never underestimate anyone."

Geng Qianqiu was startled, then waved his hand and said, "Let's go!"

Amidst the cheering voices of the crowd, Geng Qianqiu pushed open the door of the lounge and walked towards the ring.

Shen Qian stared at his back, but knew that the other party probably didn't listen to his words.

But he can only talk so much, any more may have the opposite effect.

Shocking cheers and warm applause poured into Geng Qianqiu's ears.

He took a deep breath, calmed down the turbulent mood, and stepped onto the huge arena step by step.

Only at this moment did he roughly understand the feelings of Xiao Ye and others who appeared first.

This feeling of being watched by everyone, and the whole school is honored and disgraced...is really wonderful.

He was even more grateful at this time. After the college entrance examination, thanks to the teacher's guidance, he did not go astray, but bravely came to Jiangzhong Junwu to face the man who had cast a shadow on him.

After Nirvana, there will be a new life that can stun everyone!
Geng Qianqiu's spirit reached its peak at this moment, and his temperament on the big screen was even more dazzling.

"As many viewers voted and guessed, Jiang Zhongjunwu really did not play the cards according to the routine. This time they sent a player who had never appeared before!"

"Geng Qianqiu, a native of the No. [-] province in the Southwest, yes, he and Shen Qian are fellow villagers. Although he was not the No. [-] martial arts scholar in the No. [-] province in the Southwest that year, he was second."

The host paused suddenly, and then pretended to be mysterious, "And Geng Qianqiu actually has another identity..."

"Hey, a well-informed netizen has already said it out, that's right, Geng Qianqiu is also a prince's disciple!"

"He is the direct disciple of Uncle Kunhu, who has been famous for hundreds of years, and he is also a closed disciple!"

Hearing that Geng Qianqiu was actually a prince's personal heir, the commotion on the scene became even worse.

"Who would have thought that Jiang Zhong Junwu, who has always been underestimated, would have so many monsters!"

"The first three are peerless, but this Geng Qianqiu also..."

The heated discussions pushed the atmosphere of the entire main stadium to the peak.

"The next player to enter the arena is the first contestant from Shenwu, Yuan Junyi, who is already familiar to many audiences!"

Following the host's re-introduction, a young man slowly walked up to the other side of the ring.

The cheers were clearly discernible and much smaller.

"Yuan Junyi's highest ranking is only in the [-]s on the Qianlong list. If Geng Qianqiu is really as everyone guessed, he is definitely not an opponent!"

"The strength of the seventh stage of the high warrior is already very against the sky, but the ceiling of this class is too high..."

Yuan Junyi, who stepped into the ring, could also feel the sudden decrease in the enthusiasm of the scene. His expression was a little upset, but he calmed down soon.

"First game, start!"

As the Shanhai referee blew the whistle, neither side moved for a while.

Yuan Junyi was carefully looking at Geng Qianqiu, looking for possible flaws in the other party, while Geng Qianqiu seemed very careless, as if he was feeling something.

After more than ten seconds, Yuan Junyi finally couldn't help roaring, his whole body burst into momentum, and he rushed towards Geng Qianqiu like an arrow off the string.

"Teacher, you are optimistic... and..."

Geng Qianqiu murmured, then glanced into the lounge, and then a mocking arc curled up at the corner of his mouth.

squeak!
With the ear-piercing sound of rubbing, his body also moved suddenly, leaving a series of afterimages in mid-air, and the one who came later rushed towards Yuan Junyi.

boom!
clack clack...

After the explosion-like collision, there was a series of teeth-stinging fracture sounds.

Blood splattered in midair, and a figure flew out like a tattered straw, and rolled a dozen times in midair before hitting the ground heavily.

Without even humming, the deformed figure passed out directly.

As most people expected, it was Yuan Junyi.

Geng Qianqiu landed lightly, with no dust on his body.

After a brief silence, the audience erupted into cheers that were about to overturn the sky.

"Geng Qianqiu!"

"The pinnacle of a high warrior is indeed the pinnacle of a high warrior!"

"Another peerless genius..."

The crowd went completely nuts.

Although Jiang Zhongjunwu had been given enough expectations, when the fourth peerless evildoer appeared, the impact that exceeded expectations still made their hearts beat wildly.

Who would have thought!

Who dares to think!

The re-established Jiangzhong Junwu was able to bring such a shock in the first year of its appearance to the outside world.

After the referee announced the result, Shen Wu's waiting room was silent for a while. After a long time, the second person stepped onto the ring.

"It's Zhong Wen..."

"Twelve in the Qianlong list, this battle may be worth watching."

"A high-level martial artist with nine ranks, one step away from the peak, I don't know if Geng Qianqiu can still exert such dominance..."

Amidst all kinds of discussions, the young man with a silent expression stood still.

"Geng Qianqiu, why did you attack so viciously? Do you know that Yuan Junyi's bones are all broken, and he needs at least two months of recuperation before he can fully recover?"

As soon as the young man named Zhong Wen came to the stage, he questioned angrily.

The corner of Geng Qianqiu's mouth twitched, and he spit out four words lightly, "What does it have to do with me?"

"you……"

Zhong Wen was suffocated, and after taking a deep breath, he stopped talking.

"start!"

boom!
The sound of the sonic boom hurt the eardrums of many people, and there was almost no interval. The moment the whistle fell, Zhong Wen's feet flashed with fire, and he reached out from behind and took out a long knife. Geng Qianqiu cut it down with a single blow.

The expressionless Geng Qianqiu turned slightly to one side, narrowly dodged the long knife, and then raised his palm to a certain empty place to slap.

A weird scene happened.

Where it should have been empty, sparks sprang up.

An almost transparent tip of the knife appeared out of thin air where Geng Qianqiu's palm landed, and was tightly sealed.

"Twin shadow knives?"

Geng Qianqiu smiled lightly, as if he didn't say anything, but the sarcasm in his eyes seemed to say everything.

"what!"

Zhong Wen never expected that Geng Qianqiu could easily see through the trump card that he had hoped to be effective in one blow, the hole card that had been hidden since the start of the match.

Under the extreme shame and humiliation, Zhong Wen roared, and the two knives in his hands turned into afterimages, and he slashed at Geng Qianqiu overwhelmingly.

"slow!"

"Still slow..."

"You are too eager for success. In fact, you can't control a B-level spiritual energy knife at all. If it is a C-level spiritual energy knife, maybe it can add some power."

He was obviously in the shadow of swords and swords, but Geng Qianqiu seemed to be taking a walk in the garden, with his hands behind his back, and just smiled and commented on the opponent's sword skills.

Zhong Wen's face became more and more red, and the saber technique in his hands became more and more messy under the impatience.

Geng Qianqiu shook his head, his face suddenly turned cold, and his palm was inserted into the shadow of the knife like a butterfly piercing flowers, and then slashed on Zhong Wen's Adam's apple with a "boom".

"Ho!"

A painful and weird roar came from Zhong Wen's mouth. When the shadow of the knife dissipated, Geng Qianqiu didn't give him the slightest chance to breathe. A dozen heavy blows.

Geng Qianqiu had already withdrawn before the Shanhai referee made a move.

As for Zhong Wen, he was staggering in place, as if trying to stand up straight.

Bang!

But under the heavy injury, he still couldn't hold it anymore after all, as the two knives in his hands fell to the ground, blood mixed with internal organs spewed out of his mouth.

"puff!"

Referee Shanhai supported Zhong Wen before he fell to the ground, and after confirming the opponent's condition, he announced loudly: "Jiang Zhongjun Wu Geng Qianqiu wins!"

A mountain-like roar ran over the audience until finally, the voices of the audience gradually became unified, leaving only the three words "Geng Qianqiu".

"Geng Qianqiu..."

While everyone was cheering, from the door of Shenwu's lounge, a figure emerged from the shadows with gloomy eyes like a vulture.

(End of this chapter)