Feng Suling walked onto the ring, raised her hands to Zhou An and said, "Mr. Zhou, your boss has spoken, what do you think? Do you dare to fight?"
Zhou An saw Ye Cheng nodded, so he cupped his hands in return and said, "Miss Feng is too polite, I would rather obey my order if I am respectful."
The two distanced themselves and stood ten steps apart.
Feng Suling took out the leather whip from his waist, and Zhou An slowly pulled out the long knife.
"Please advise."
As soon as he finished speaking, Feng Suling took the lead.
The whip struck Zhou An directly at the door at an extremely fast speed.
Zhou An hurriedly ducked sideways and couldn't help but glance at Feng Suling.
This woman's cultivation level is only at the first level of the magical power realm, which is a few realms behind him, but she almost defeated him with one move.
Sure enough, it’s not simple.
Before he could finish his emotion, Feng Suling's moves came over again.
Zhou An hurriedly crossed his sword to block the move.
"The girl has good body skills."
Feng Suling smiled slightly, "Compared with the move you used to defeat my brother, it's far behind."
After saying that, Feng Suling started a fast attack. She knew very well that Zhou An was not a soft persimmon.
Hence, she could only attack with all her strength in order to win quickly.
But Zhou An took every move she made completely.
Ye Cheng in the audience nodded repeatedly, "This kid Zhou An has actually become so powerful."
An Ning looked at Ye Cheng doubtfully, "Brother Ye Cheng, aren't you his lord? Why do you look like you don't know him well?"
"I haven't seen him for a long time before he came here."
On the stage, Feng Suling just heard a soft shout of "Wind and residual clouds!"
The strong wind suddenly rose, stirring up dust all over the sky.
Zhou An squinted his eyes, and with years of practical experience, he was able to immediately determine the location of Fengsu Ling in the wind and sand.
Then, he aimed his sword sharply in the direction of Feng Suling.
When Feng Suling originally wanted to use the wind and sand to interfere with Zhou An's sight, he took the opportunity to sneak attack on Zhou An.
Unexpectedly, he failed and Zhou An struck with his sword.
She hurriedly waved her whip to block the move.
"Ye Cheng's subordinates, there are such powerful people..."
"What a great help."
Feng Suling couldn't help but sigh.
Then, there was a soft shout, "Thunder shook the sky!"
Immediately afterwards, a ball of lightning rushed straight towards Zhou An.
Zhou An took a deep breath, the spiritual power in his body began to circulate, and a faint white light appeared on the long knife.
「破！」
一刀斩出，刀气纵横，将那团闪电劈成两半。
"Good sword skills!"
Feng Suling's eyes were filled with admiration.
As she said this, she put away her whip and took out the iron fan that had been pinned to her waist.
"Master Zhou, I have to be serious."
Zhou An nodded, his expression becoming more solemn.
He could feel that the pressure around Feng Suling was increasing.
In an instant, Feng Suling flew out of the iron fan in his hand, and the iron fan flew directly towards Zhou An.
Zhou An hurriedly lowered his head to avoid this move, but when he raised his head, Feng Suling was already in front of him.
Then, the whip was taken out again at some point, and it was hitting him on the upper body!
At this time, it was too late to dodge or block, and Zhou An quickly took a step back.
But as soon as he retreated like this, his body movements became chaotic.
Feng Suling chuckled lightly and whipped it, but at this moment.
Feng Suling's whip was suddenly withdrawn. Zhou An seized the opportunity and slashed at it.
Although Feng Suling blocked this sword, one step was wrong and the other was wrong.
After this move, Zhou An never gave Feng Suling a chance to defeat him.
The two of them went back and forth like this for more than a hundred moves.
The audience in the audience watched intently.
This is the real master showdown, right?
At this time, An Qing's face became increasingly ugly.
She had already seen Feng Suling's strength the day before yesterday. He could suppress An Ning to the point where he was almost unable to hold his hand.
But today when facing Zhou An, the fight ended like this.
An Qing never expected that there would be such a master next to Ye Cheng?
At this time, Zhou An on the stage wiped the sweat from his forehead and shouted, "Stop, Miss Feng, I'm running out of skills."
Feng Suling opposite smiled and shook his head, "General Zhou, I have no more moves."
"How about a draw in this game?"
Zhou An nodded, "I have no objection."
Ye Cheng looked at Feng Suling in confusion. Others might not be able to see it, but he could.
This battle was very strange. Feng Suling had a chance to defeat Zhou An just now, but he suddenly changed his tactics.
Because of that one mistake that shouldn't have happened, Zhou An persisted until now.
As the chief of ceremonies announced that the two were tied, everyone in the audience cheered and applauded.
Zhou An, who was on the stage, cupped his hands in front of Feng Suling, "Girl, I just failed to win against your eldest brother. I hereby apologize."
Feng Suling smiled and shook his head, "General Zhou, there is no need to apologize, my eldest brother can take at most forty moves from me."
"Even if you don't make a sneak attack, he can't win."
Zhou An suddenly realized, but Feng Yihan's face turned red.
He only felt that he was ashamed of himself. Isn't this a huge embarrassment?
"Miss Feng, that's all for today, I just hope we won't meet on the battlefield."
Zhou An said this sincerely, and then went down.
If you perform the whiplash next to your face well, you can only support three moves at most after that. "
"But there was something wrong with her move just now, which is a bit weird."
"My lord, to be honest, I feel strange, but...since the competition is over, why care about these."
At this moment, Ye Cheng noticed that Feng Suling seemed to have been looking at Zhou Tian.
That look in her eyes was melancholy and sad that she had never seen before.
Something happened, she and Zhou An had something happen!
Now, Ye Cheng has a clever plan to win over the Shushan sect - the first one is to remind Zhou An of the soul-stirring past he and Feng Suling had.
Can actually make Feng Suling so sad.
Compared with Ye Cheng's high energy, An Qing's mood was extremely bad.
She looked at Xiao Tian with a pale face, "Xiao Aiqing, do you know this Zhou An?"
Xiao Tian swallowed and nodded, "Your Majesty, I do know this person."
"Do you remember the official who advised you not to implement the compulsory conscription order?"
An Qing looked at Zhou An in surprise, "You said, it was him?"
Xiao Tian nodded solemnly, "Exactly , after demoting him to a slave, I stopped paying attention to him."
h "Who would have thought that he would...become such a bad person."
An Qing doesn't understand why this person has become so powerful now.
He is obviously just a civil servant!
This is simply unreasonable!
Xiao Tian sighed helplessly, "Your Majesty, now that things have happened, there is nothing to regret. Let's think of a way to deal with it."
An Qing sneered, "Send people tonight to assassinate all the players in Yecheng who have not yet played."
"If we lose another game, we will have to unconditionally allow all the people to immigrate to the territory controlled by them in Yecheng. We cannot afford to lose."
"Yes, Your Majesty."