Seeing the incomparably hot blooded battle on the arena, Yaorao felt as if the blood within her body was also burning. Her eyes were sparkling as she looked at Qinchuan who was bathed in blood on the arena, then excitedly said to Ning Ya beside her: "Teacher Ning, did you see that?
He is going to win soon! "
Ning Ya nodded her head, and exclaimed in admiration: "His growth is really too fast, now compared to before, his swordsmanship is already a lot smoother and more natural, moreover he is actually walking on the path of dual sword style."
"Not only dual sword style, just a moment ago he defeated that brawny man who was wearing boxing gloves using triple sword style."
Yaorao somewhat expectantly said to Ning Ya: "If he is really able to master triple sword style, then his swordsmanship will definitely become even stronger."
Hearing Yaorao, Ning Ya however lightly shook her head. She didn't think that Qinchuan could easily master triple sword style. Using three swords to fight doesn't represent triple sword style. Triple sword style not only requires to simultaneously use three swords, but also simultaneously achieve triple heart, and release sword intent at will!
Of course, the current Qinchuan still hadn't comprehended sword intent, so it was also possible for him to release sword qi at will. But from Qinchuan's current performance, triple sword style was still too forceful, but he was using double sword style extremely smoothly.
"I believe Qinchuan will definitely be able to do it!"
Yaorao was extremely confident in Qinchuan, "With his ability, if he wants to do it, then it will definitely not be a problem!"
Seeing the performance of Yaorao, Ma Jiawen who was sitting at the side couldn't continue watching, so she whispered to Yaorao: "Princess, reserved, reserved a bit!"
Hearing Ma Jiawen, Yaorao's complexion slightly turned red, then lightly coughing, she asked Ma Jiawen in a low voice: "Was my performance a moment ago very exaggerated?"
Ma Jiawen looked at Yaorao with a very strange gaze. Yaorao's performance a moment ago was not only exaggerated, it was simply too exaggerated!
Could it be that you don't even know what kind of appearance you had a moment ago?
In human terms, you are simply Qinchuan's little fangirl!
Of course, it was absolutely impossible for Ma Jiawen to say this kind of words, she could only tactfully remind Yaorao: "Your performance just now was a bit exaggerated, not too ladylike. Qinchuan's teacher is a very elegant and very gentle lady, so she definitely likes more gentle and quiet girls."
Hearing Ma Jiawen, Yaorao lightly nodded her head, then turned towards Ma Jiawen with a smile and asked: "Teacher Ning, are you thirsty?
Let me make you a pot of tea. "
Finished speaking, without waiting for Ning Ya's response, Yaorao directly took out a set of tea set from her storage ring and placed it on the table in front of her, then began to brew tea. Her movements were elegant and skilled, clearly she was well versed in the way of tea.
"I didn't expect Yaorao to be proficient in tea ceremony."
Ning Ya faintly smiled, then picked up the teapot that Yaorao had placed at the side, opened it and took a look, then praised: "The taste of this tea is very peculiar, it should be spirit tea, right?"
"This is indeed spirit tea, its name is Heavenly Bewitching Fragrance. My father emperor specially found people to plant and cultivate this tea, and only one tea tree can bloom every ten years."
Yaorao while brewing tea said to Ning Ya: "If you like, then I can give you a pot."
"Then I won't be polite with you."
Ning Ya took out a talisman pen from her storage ring, then said to Yaorao: "I also don't have any suitable gift to give you, this talisman pen is the talisman pen that I have always used when I was young to practice talisman array. Treat it as a little bit of my regard for you."
"I like this gift very much, thank you."
Yaorao very happily took the talisman pen handed over by Ning Ya. Although the value of this talisman pen was far less than 1% of a pot of Heavenly Bewitching Fragrance, but the significance it represented was nevertheless extraordinary. Yaorao really liked this talisman pen very much.
While Ning Ya and Yaorao were chatting and laughing, the duel on the arena was finally coming to an end. At this moment, there were only three people left standing in front of Qinchuan!
Qinchuan's lungs were heaving up and down, and he was violently gasping for breath. After fighting continuously until now, his physical strength and energy were greatly consumed, and the spiritual power in his dantian had already reached the bottom, so it could be said that he was exhausted.
At this moment, facing only three opponents, he felt that he was about to be unable to hold on.
Qinchuan felt tired, but how could the other three people standing in front of him also not be tired. The three of them had joined hands to attack Qinchuan, but not only they didn't cause too much disturbance to Qinchuan, instead they were badly battered by that mysterious third sword attack of Qinchuan, and were riddled with scars. At this moment, they had already reached the point of exhaustion. If they continued to fight, then they would not be competing with Qinchuan in terms of fighting strength, rather in terms of willpower!
Whoever could endure, and persist until the end, would be the winner!
Plop!
The tall and thin man who was sweating profusely and had deathly pale complexion sat down on the arena. His breath was like gossamer, and incomparably weak said to the person beside him: "I persist … … I can't persist … …"
Before he could finish speaking, the tall and thin man's vision turned black, and he fainted.
And when the other two people saw the tall and thin man fainted, their face couldn't help but reveal a touch of bitterness. The three of them joining hands were still unable to defeat Qinchuan, not to mention now there were only two of them.
Plop, Plop.
Along with the muffled sound of two people, both of them were also lying on the ground in an incomparably sorry state. They were gasping for breath, and simply didn't want to move even a finger.
Seeing this scene, the audience suddenly burst into earth-shaking cheers. The winner of this battle was Qinchuan who was still standing on the arena!
… …
If one didn't personally experience it, absolutely no one would know how tired Qinchuan was. He didn't remember how he returned to the hotel, he only knew that when he woke up, it was already two days later.
When he woke up, the first person he saw when he opened his eyes was Ning Ya.
At this time, Ning Ya was sitting on the bed eating fruit salad. When she saw Qinchuan wake up, she stabbed a piece of fruit with a fork and handed it to Qinchuan's mouth. She smiled and said: "This fruit is very sweet. You should like it."
At this time, Qinchuan didn't care about the difference between a man and a woman. He opened his mouth and ate the fruit. He didn't even chew it before swallowing it into his stomach. It wasn't too late. He suddenly sat up, reached out, and grabbed the fruit plate in Ning Ya's hand. He grabbed the fruit and stuffed it into his mouth!
He was really starving!
Seeing Qinchuan wolfing down the food, Ning Ya chuckled, "Eat slowly, don't choke.
I knew that you'd be very hungry when you wake up. This plate of spirit fruit will definitely fill your stomach. "
Qinchuan didn't speak, but just ate the fruit salad in big mouthfuls. In just a moment, the fruit plate was empty!
Phew!
Qinchuan let out a long sigh of relief, threw the fruit plate on the table beside him, and then lay back down. He burped contentedly. After filling his stomach, he felt alive again.