The first semi-finals of the Naifu Game came to an end like this.

Only Bao Xuanjing stood there silently, as the winner, greeted the cheers of the audience.

He really lost, not because of his strength or acting skills. Chen Yanxun really dared to rely on life and death!

Although Jiang Wang is very trustworthy and powerful, he is indeed reliable.

But he only had one life, and he died on the stage. He obviously still has the strength to struggle... Do you believe that Jiang Wang?

What if you neglect it? What if you feel lost and have a dizzy mind or even have evil thoughts?

When Bao Xuanjing was a child, he stayed in Zhenhe Zhenjun's arms, and he didn't dare to bet like this. How could he lose his life with the only life that could die in the ages and hope to be detached?

I'm afraid there is only such a fledgling calf, a real young man, who still doesn't know the value of life...

At this moment, he admitted Chen Yanxun's youth.

Or maybe... Is this kid really a little bit away from the top? When it comes to weak, it is strong, and when it comes to strong, it is insufficient?

The competition was in intense heat, and Huang Shili completed the change of the venue after all. He invited the audience from the unlimited venue to leave and invited the audience from the inner court. Finally, he saved the money.

The previous outer building final was indignant and depressing, but the inner palace semi-final was too exciting. It was as exciting as if it was a playbook.

Real battles are often ugly and often eat. It is often fake events that come and go, and climaxes are repeated...

People also briefly forgot the unhesitation and did not hesitate to applause and cheer.

"Good sword!" Chen Yanxun was carried to the medical room by the medical practitioners of the East King Valley. The immortal light of Zhenhe Zhenjun maintained his vitality. He still struggled to raise his head, looking at Bao Xuanjing with sadness, loneliness, unwillingness and admiration.

He was so emotional that he asked with complexity: "Looking at the entire Yellow River Meeting, this is your first time to take a sword, and I lost it without any wickedness! What is this sword?"

"Its name is [Cunhui], given by the ancestors of the family." Bao Xuanjing said lightly.

As the pillar of the Bao family and the top noble of Daqi, he should win without being arrogant and not being discouraged. He can indeed do it. But now he is discouraged and feels that the other party is disgraceful and arrogant...

I feel very unhappy.

"Who says that the heart of a grass can repay the three spring sunshine!" Chen Yanxun sighed and said, "It's so important to be in love, and it's not easy for mountains and seas. It's really a good sword!"

After turning his eyes, Panasonic's mind finally fell into a coma.

He is safe.

Finally escaped for a brief moment, and then...

The sword in Bao Xuanjing's hand is a three-foot sword. The sword body is dark and dark, and it is usually dark copper. When it is induced to stimulate the sword energy, it is brilliant golden.

Listening to your words like thunder, Chen Yanxun’s unintentional words really gave him a sword after the game.

At this moment, he didn't bother to think about what to do in the next final, and also forgot to worry about his future.

He stared at his sword in a daze.

He was still in his womb, and he watched everything in the Bao family. He remembered everything after the birth of the womb. Of course, he also remembered what he said when his grandfather Bao Yi handed him this sword-

"It is called [Cunhui]. How do you explain this name?"

He was still very young at that time, and recited the famous Qi Kingdom books he learned a few days ago and said crisply: "The sun is broken by the square inch, and the sky is cut by three feet! It is a very powerful name!"

He remembered that grandpa was stunned for a moment, but in the end he just touched his head and said with a smile: "By the way! Use it well and don't let down such a majestic name."

How smart and wise he is, he has insight into the changes of ancient and modern times, and understands the root of heaven and earth. He can break through the rejection of the will of the present world, solve the malice of the way of heaven, and become such a lively person and such a peerless genius with a great future.

But he had never ignored such a simple name, a poem that even a child remembered...

"Who says that the heart of a grass can repay the spring sunshine?"

Grandpa, grandpa.

Do you hope that your grandson will use this three-foot sword to cut out the sword that is better than the sun? Or do you hope that I... remember this kind of flesh-and-blood relationship?

When did you know...I am like this?

...

At such a moment, the loser Chen Yanxun left the field in a coma, while the winner Bao Xuanjing was stunned toward the sword.

The referee is ready to announce the next group of players on stage. The event commentator Hu Yan Jingxuan is talking endlessly in the illusion of Taixu: "Take on this free time, let's continue the previous topic, discuss with you the public opinion dilemma of Jingguo, and talk about why the Dangzhong Empire is so unpopular. Let's decipher the past of the preaching of the divine envoy Minhar in the Central Region... Ah, that--"

His voice stopped suddenly.

He saw his partner, Ji Jinglu, the king of Daishan Mountain in Jingguo, fell from the sky and fell into the world.

"etc!"

This former rich and noble prince, an idle man in the imperial family, still has a lazy temperament even though he has reached the top of martial arts and became the commander of Dou Er.

But at this time, it fell on the stage, and it seemed like a dangerous peak standing, cold and rugged!

"I mean... the one named Chen Yanxun, don't leave now."

Thanks to the book friend "Chen Rantian", for becoming the leader of this book, for the 892nd League!

Thanks to book friend "Xsimpo" for becoming the leader of this book, for the 893rd League!
Chapter completed!