Chapter 270: The Zongheng Family Has No Blind Spots

Jun Lin calmed down her breath which was disturbed by the battle just now. She raised her hand and asked to pause: "Why, the enemies come one after another, and you don't give me time to rest?"

That's right, she has been fighting continuously since she came to power.

As soon as she finished speaking, everyone understood what was going on. They were so ashamed that they lowered their heads and dared not look at her. This was truly bullying.

The young host apologized: "It is our negligence. Your Majesty, please go and rest first and fight again in a quarter of an hour."

Jun Lin nodded to Wu Shi as a greeting, then stepped down from the stage and sat back next to the ministers.

The two of them were whispering to each other, and from a distance it looked like they were kissing each other, but in fact they were just whispering in low voices.

The rest of the people's expressions changed immediately.

The admiration and respect that I had just felt for Emperor Jing was gone. How could I openly have an affair with him in broad daylight? !

Do you understand why we don't have sex during the day?!

The two were so close to each other that Ming He and the others, who had been chatting and laughing, changed their expressions.

Jun Lin: "Why is he here?"

Gongqing: "I suspect you are Chunhua, and I want to go check you out."

Jun Lin: "Then why don't you hold on?"

Gongqing: "I tried my best."

Jun Lin: "No, I look down on you."

Gongqing: "Who do you think highly of?"

Jun Lin snorted and turned away from him.

Gongqing took out a folding fan and fanned her. After so many competitions and being exposed to the sun, she was already sweating, and her wet hair stuck to her cheeks. Gongqing then stretched out his white and clean fingers and tucked them behind her ears.

No matter what the cleanliness thing is, he really does his best to serve this little Khan.

"Otherwise, you can come down and rest, and I will go to defend the ring."

Facing the nobles' proposal, Jun Lin glanced at him and said, "Aren't you afraid of sweating? I'll go. It's not like I can't protect this small number of people."

Gongqing paused, then his eyes softened. He didn't like the feeling of sweating and having his clothes stick together, but he couldn't let Jun Lin suffer alone, so he said, "I'll go..."

Jun Lin stood up and walked towards the arena: "Don't do that. If you keep smelling of sweat, I will hate you to death."

She raised her sword: "Let's begin."

Wu Shi said little. He threw the umbrella in his hand into the air. His robe fluttered like a lone crane flapping its wings, and his narrow eyes were filled with a myriad of mist.

Jun Lin mobilized all the internal strength in his body to his wrists, and his fists holding the sword creaked. When Wu Shi stepped into his attack circle, his eyes suddenly darkened, and he rushed forward like a nimble flying swallow.

She had to ensure that she won the game and not be exposed. When facing the master Wu Shi, she had the toughest battle in her history.

The ministers and nobles watching from below were getting a little restless. No matter how you put it, it was too much of a stretch. In fact, those sent by the various schools of thought to challenge were all carefully selected strong men. It was just that Jun Lin was too strong so they looked weak. However, even a god could not withstand the rounds of consumption.

The jade pendant on Wushi's waist swung and bumped into the brocade bag. He didn't know if it was intentional, but his dodging posture always made it so that the sword tip could just barely pass through the brocade bag.

Junlin quickly became alert. What kind of bag could Wushi hang?

Flower seed bag!

She criticized this cunning man many times in her heart, Chunhua died a long time ago, it's useless for you to pester me!

The two masters fought each other. Jun Lin pretended to be a master in every way and Wu Shi observed him carefully. It was not until Jun Lin did as he wished and ripped the brocade bag without changing his expression, scattering the flower seeds all over the ground, that Wu Shi's face turned cold.

Chunhua wouldn't do that.

Even if the truth is revealed, she will still take his feelings into consideration and continue.

Wu Shi picked up the flower seeds without even taking the umbrella, and walked off the stage without saying a word.

"Emperor Jing has won eleven consecutive victories!"

The young host could hardly control his excitement and shouted out loud.

There is still one Gongshu left. If he wins, Emperor Jing will crush this duel with his unparalleled tough attitude.

Everyone looked unhappy, including Jun Lin.

Have I gone too far? Wushi is such a flower lover, don't let her sword seal your heart and love you, otherwise how can you get her to work for me in the future?

Don't do things too extreme.

Someone from Gongshujia stood up and said: "The meeting of all the disciples is to test the comprehensive strength of the entire school. It's just that Emperor Jing accepted the challenge, so where is the King of Yue?"

What I mean is that Emperor Jing is a tough guy and we don't want to deal with him, but the King of Yue has always been known for his strategy and he looks like a weak scholar, so we have to pick on the weak ones.

The rest of the people thought it was reasonable, but in fact, how could it be reasonable? They were all angry and humiliated because they lost, and they couldn't save face. They had to win a game anyway, so they all supported Gongshujia to replace Emperor Jing and let the King of Yue take on the challenge.

The ministers raised their eyebrows in surprise.

It's not like he hadn't participated in various conferences before, but in order to hone his thinking and strategy, he only took part in literary debates. Why did this make these people feel that they were inferior in terms of martial arts?

Jun Lin was also a little annoyed by Wu Shi's matter. She was also physically and mentally exhausted, and her internal energy was too much. She simply lost interest. She picked up Wu Shi's umbrella with one hand, held the Xuantie heavy sword with the other, and walked off the stage somewhat listlessly: "I'm calling you."

She seemed to have really run out of strength, and the heavy sword made a harsh sound as she dragged it along the ground. Gongqing sighed as he wiped her sweat and handed her water, but he saw Jun Lin turned around and started chatting with Wu Shi again.

Duke: “…”

"Your umbrella."

Wu Shi took it without saying anything.

"I know that flower seeds are extremely important to the Sect Master, but victory is equally important to me. I hope the Sect Master will not blame me."

Don't get angry and put Jingguo on the blacklist.

Wu Shi opened the umbrella and moved it closer to her to shield her from the scorching sun. The man said in a cold but pleasant voice, "Nothing."

Duke: “…”

The King of Yue was unhappy and came up to the stage with a sword in hand. His eyes seemed to be icy and he asked, "Who wants to fight me?"

Gongshujia, a middle-aged man with a reserved demeanor, walked up to the stage and said, "Please teach me, King Yue."

The young host was sweating profusely. Compared to Emperor Jing who could distinguish between joy and anger, the King of Yue, who always had a smile on his face and would eat his opponents till not a single drop was left, was more terrifying.

Gongqing's eyes were cold, but the smile on his lips was like the spring breeze in March blowing on the willow bank: "Then it depends on how many moves you can take."

The sword is unsheathed, graceful as a startled bird and elegant as a swimming dragon. The silver light of the sword is like a yarn woven by moonlight, and the jade Buddhist beads on the wrist are shining in the sunlight.

The man's black and smooth hair blew up with the sweeping sword energy, and his dark eyebrows and starry eyes condensed into a cluster of oppressive feelings, forcing the man to take a step back involuntarily.

Gongqing's swordsmanship may not be as good as Junlin's, but it is better than everyone else's except her.

"The King of Yue will win!"

The young host came back to his senses and shouted tremblingly.

Jun Lin curled his lips and applauded his senior brother.

A sharp feeling was coming from all the nobles.

"Aren't there two more?"

Thousands of people in the meeting room looked at each other and dared not speak anymore.

The venue was filled with infinite silence, except for the sounds of fighting on the stage and the occasional applause from Emperor Jing.

He quickly dealt with the two people, and the gentle and elegant Emperor Wenrun smiled softly: "Are you satisfied?"

Although there are only two people in the Zongheng family, everyone understands at this moment that the Zongheng family has no blind spots.