However, it was obvious that the Commander Leng was in a bad mood. He saw his beloved son lose with his own eyes and his face turned cold like a glacier.

"Give up."

Before the words "Single" were finished, Leng Qianqiu flew away with Leng Mo.

Lost.

Leng Mo lost without any suspense.

The power of Yuchi Tiande is simply desperate. Even Ji Fanxing, who had just shined, seemed to be pale in front of the extraordinary power of [Qin King Booming the Sky Mace].

The entire Wanbeast Platform was silent for several minutes.

It was not until Yuchi Tiande put away his golden maces and stood on the ring again, scanning the audience with expressionless expression, that he suddenly heard the cheers like tsunamis.

"Yuchi Tiande! Yuchi Tiande!"

This name seems to shake the entire Longling Mountains, and will spread throughout the Qin and Tang Empire at the speed of a whirlwind!

The applause was so warm that the sound of amazement was endless.

"Yuchi Tiande, the overlord among contemporary geniuses!"

"The leader of this year's hunting competition must be General Yuchi!"

"The first martial arts family in the Qin and Tang Empire is the Yuchi family!"

In the referee's seat, the three assessment teachers sent by the Longling Arsenal this time couldn't wait to stand up and start scrambling for this rare martial arts genius.

"This young general Yuchi has a domineering heart and is most suitable for practicing the unique skills in my [Zhenwu Sect]!" Chu Tian looked at the other two with a smile.

The white-haired old man who brought A Cai and A Mao said with a smile: "Our [Yu Ling Sect] will definitely help Yuchi Tiande to improve more!"

Another middle-aged man in a brown robe shook his head immediately: "You [Yu Ling Sect] can only control some wild animals that are cat and dog, and are about to move swords, guns, swords and blades, then our [Wan Blade Sect] is better!"

The Longling Arsenal only selects suitable disciples in this hunting competition every five years. The leader usually competes for the top candidates, and often argues endlessly at this time. It is no longer surprising that the disciples who follow the three teachings are like A Cai and A Mao.

However, I didn't expect that after a few arguments, the teacher of the [Wanbian Cult] mentioned the defeated player Leng Mo again.

"This child has excellent perseverance. If it weren't for the difference in his unique skills, he would probably not be inferior to Yuchi's Tiande."

This remark attracted the consent of the other two teachers.

It can be seen that after a battle just now, although Leng Mo was defeated, the gate of Longling Arsenal did not seem to be closed.

He still has hope.

Cheers all over the sky, the battle for the semi-finals officially ended here.

The four semi-finals of the National Destiny Hunting Competition were born, including Ye Feng, Ji Fanxing, Yuchi Tiande and Meng Yunfei.

In the referee's seat, General Zhang Meng announced that all the players would rest for two hours and the final competition would continue in the afternoon.

Ye Feng quickly came down from the semi-finals and prepared to see Leng Mo's situation.

Just as we were walking halfway, we suddenly met two old acquaintances.

"Brother Ye!"

A Mao ran up with a smile, and the cold-faced cheetah A Cai was naturally following behind.

"Brother Ye, you are so awesome. You beat that little pervert down with one move. With your strength, you might have the chance to enter the Longling Arsenal. I am very optimistic about you!"

Ye Feng smiled and was about to ask about the cat's meow last time, when he suddenly heard A Mao murmuring to himself again.

"If you enter the Longling Arsenal, it's better to choose our [Yu Ling Sect], so that my sister and I can still protect you, and you also have the power to control the beast..."

"choose?"

Ye Feng raised his eyebrows in confusion.

Ah Mao was about to answer when he was suddenly slapped by A Cai's mouth and looked at Ye Feng coldly: "When you have the opportunity to enter the arsenal, let him tell you. If you meet Yuchi Tiande in the next final, remember not to show off. His performance has attracted the attention of the teachers. Don't be as stupid as Leng Mo."

A Mao widened his eyes and forced himself to open his sister's palm and exclaimed: "Wow, Ye Feng, my sister rarely cares about people!"

Ye Feng was amused by his shocked expression, but then he shook his head seriously and said, "If I really meet, I will definitely avenge Leng Mo.

"you!"

A Cai's face turned black, and his slender eyebrows almost frowned: "I don't know the good people's hearts! If you want to die, die as soon as possible!"

Everyone in the stands can see that Ye Feng is no match for Yuchi Tiande at all.

If you really fight hard, that's not asking for death!

Seeing his sister's look like she was about to get angry again, Ah Mao quickly pulled her and Ye Feng to say goodbye. Ye Feng was still thinking about Leng Mo's injuries, so he left alone.

When he felt that Leng Mo was living in front of the tent, he saw Hou Ji and others standing at the door, looking anxious.

"Why don't you go in?" Ye Feng asked curiously.

Hou Ji scratched his ears and pointed to the tent, "We are late, Leng Mo has been taken away by his father."

Ye Feng nodded, but his heart became more at ease.

Just now, although Leng Qianqiu didn't say a word, Ye Feng could clearly see a deep feeling in the other party's eyes. If Leng Mo continued to stay in Longling at this time, it would be of no benefit to the injury. Leng Mo should be safe in his own father's hands.

Don't worry, popsicles!

Ye Feng stood outside the tent, looking up, as if a pair of golden maces burst out with endless sharp edges.

I will deal with that golden orangutan for you!

...

The contestants rest camp ten miles away.

In a running carriage, Leng Qianqiu was holding a plain face towel and wiped the blood on his son's face bit by bit.

Then, he carefully placed Leng Mo on the padded seat and lay down, covering him with his cloak.

At this moment, Leng Qianqiu was tidying up his cloak's hand when he suddenly touched a cold thing.

He frowned and took down the hilt of the sword that was tightly held in Leng Mo's hand.

In the last blow, the Qingshuang Sword was shattered by the golden light, leaving only the hilt of the sword and the broken blade less than a palm-length, and the light was lost.

Leng Qianqiu stared at the patterns on the sword for a long time, and some pictures that seemed to be covered with dust suddenly appeared in his mind.

Next to the sword hut in the sword-making room.

"Master, you have not had a rest for more than half a year to forge this sword. You have put in such great effort. The young master will definitely cherish this sword!"

Leng Qianqiu nodded expressionlessly. When the servant left the sword-casting room, he picked up the newly-formed Qingshuang, and gently stroked the sword body with his rough palms, murmured like a sword-making practice, and he needed to make a thousand hammers and thrust through it. Only by making a successful achievement... don't blame me..."

The old acquaintances were like a tide, but they were gone.

Leng Qianqiu gently placed the broken sword to Leng Mo's hand and carefully covered him with a cloak.

If coldness awakens at this moment, you will definitely see a smile on your father's face that he has never seen before.

Leng Mo...

You did not disappoint your father!!
Chapter completed!