MTL - Strange Worlds: The Sequence-Chapter 120 change
Chapter 120 Change
I saw a white mark appearing from the turbulent sea, like a spider web-like crack on a tile, suddenly covering the entire water wave.
In an instant, the white marks spread and turned into white light, shining on the faces of thousands of people by the river.
The faces of the crowd are different, some are dazed, some are amazed, some are puzzled...the list goes on.
Immediately afterwards, there was another rustling sound, the waves were shattered like glass, and the water splashed everywhere.
Under the light of the fire, the water flowers bloomed with red, green, bright yellow, and cyan rays of light, falling from the sky and the river, brilliant in midair, and making shocking noises.
It turned out that there were really people.
Able to counter the power of heaven and earth.
All the people who witnessed this flash of light had this thought in their hearts.
Rooming white waves roll from the sky, and the silvery white waves push and chase, gradually approaching from far away, getting higher and louder as they get closer.
It was like thousands of troops and horses rushing forward with a thunderous bang.
Any wave, if it hits an ordinary person, can smash the internal organs and vomit blood.
The squalls, torrential rain, and huge waves are not ordinary celestial phenomena, but a formation that cost a lot of gold and silver to activate in Twelve Links.
Gold and silver belong to the extremely rich energy. Although it cannot be directly absorbed by the human body, it can be used to make looms and activate formations.
This is why gold and silver are used as "money" in the Jianghu.
"Originally, the old man thought that Xu Shenxing had no opponent among the Twelve Links, but he didn't expect someone to be braver than him. Which family's son is this?"
On the high platform, the blind brown-haired old man exclaimed in amazement: "In the external scene, I can already feel the taste of a half-full saber intent."
"The sky is a genius, the sky is a genius!"
"Lao Li, I really didn't expect that, you guys hide really deep in Qiyuanwu."
Qiyuanwu is a dock rudder that inherits the [Sword Sequence] among the twelve serial docks.
The Shenyi Grandmaster he pointed to had a dark face, and said coldly: "Don't look at me, Tang Jue, this is not from our Li family, he is from Baishawu."
Baishawu?
Tang Jienahan said: "Why are there so many geniuses in this generation of the Murong family? Before that, there was only a natural supernatural power. Here is another genius who is good at practicing swords."
"No, his surname is not Murong, this young man is called Chen Yuyan, he is from outside family."
Song Jianghe, who was on the first seat, said lightly, "The 133rd on the Qingyun list, 'Jing Hong Dao' Chen Yuyan."
Hearing what Song Jianghe said, the people who were still somewhat enthusiastic suddenly became less interested and turned their attention to other people.
In Twelve Links, people with foreign surnames will never be taken seriously.
No matter how talented a genius is.
also does not work.
Looking at everyone's reaction, Song Jianghe sighed slightly in his heart, and said no more.
Water waves rolled in from the river bank and hit the reef, splashing like broken jade.
The splashed water, looking from a distance, looks like clusters of white plums, falling on the surface of the river one after another.
In the Xiangjiang River, it seems to have become Chen Yuyan's one-man show.
The rocks pierced through the sky, the stormy waves hit the shore, and thousands of piles of snow were rolled up.
The angry Jiang Lan is his background; the dancing crowd is his foil.
When everyone was blushing and fighting against the turbulent waves, only Chen Yuyan remained unmoved, dressed in plain brocade clothes and wearing a jade pendant around his waist, looking like a god.
Except for the bamboo raft on the soles of the feet, there is no water stain on the whole body.
The Autumn Water Knife in his hand drew a white ray of light, and slashed towards the river like lightning, and the inner force of the blazing sun gushed out from the knife one after another.
The extreme heat seemed to evaporate the mist in the air, and the white and sharp blade seemed to become soft suddenly, completely fused with Chen Yuyan.
Like a white belt, looking from a distance, huge waves in the river leaped around Chen Yuyan, slapping down continuously.
Beside Chen Yuyan hovered a dragon, a white dragon evolved from Qiushui Dao, the unpredictable dragon shadow was entangled with the river water, and there was a huge roar in the air.
is the sound of knives and water.
Suddenly, a water curtain several feet high rose into the air, leaping high into the air, as if it wanted to shoot all the ants below it into the river.
The attack of the Qiushui knife in Chen Yuyan's hand suddenly changed, and the whirling white dragon suddenly disappeared, condensing into a miserable black light, emitting endless cold blades that still cut across the water curtain, and the black knife's thorns that were more than ten feet long Light up the sky.
Straight to Xiaohan, swallowing mountains and rivers with anger!
Yin Ming Dao Sutra was unleashed by Chen Yuyan, and ghosts and ghosts of the underworld crawled out from behind him, raised their heads and roared, and slapped towards the huge water waves higher than themselves.
The internal force collides with the water splash.
Make a sizzling sound.
Chen Yuyan stepped on a bamboo raft, strolling in the garden, enjoying himself in the river.
That elegant young man with a handsome and jade-like appearance fascinated the hearts of many young girls by the river, and made many young women stay alone in the boudoir.
The raging tide lifts the river, and the big wave carries the mountain.
The night is getting darker and darker, but the waves on the river are getting more and more turbulent and surging.
It was ugly time, and the waves on the river surface were making rumbling noises continuously.
The original Jiang Chao also completely lost its balanced rhythm, one after another, ups and downs.
The crowd by the river, not only did not leave, but became more and more dense.
Tens of thousands of eyes closely followed the only three figures left in the river, with anticipation on their faces.
They hope that someone will be able to last until dawn, and hope that the weather will be smooth this year.
In the river, Chen Yuyan's clothes were soaked.
Another wave of Zhang Gao was shot.
Chen Yuyan held the Qiushui knife backwards, and the knife was out of the sheath. The pale and cold light of the knife solidified the river water falling from the sky in the air, which was alluring and poignant.
Put away the knife and continue to float forward on the bamboo raft.
As soon as he left, the spray that had been frozen in the air and the river water within half a foot of the surrounding suddenly became shattered, turned into water vapor, and dissipated loudly.
The sky looks like hell.
It's like holding arrows in both hands.
It is the moment when the night is about to leave and Xi Wei is drawn here.
As if frightened by the dawn of dawn, the huge waves in the Xiangjiang River roared out of control, one after another, overlapping like an avalanche, rolling up a huge vortex, and violently hitting the embankment.
The water splashed up and splashed down tens of feet, soaking the crowd watching the ceremony.
The wind on the river was very strong, and the waves chased each other, like a silver dragon several miles long, galloping and whistling, it came straight to Chen Yuyan, setting off silver snow waves several feet high.
On both sides of the bank, everyone held their breaths and concentrated, not even daring to breathe loudly, for fear of affecting the performance of the figure in the river.
Under the water curtain, Chen Yuyan looked up, only to feel as small as dust.
The power of heaven and earth, how dare ants?
Eyes drooping slightly, Chen Yuyan pulled out the Qiushui knife with his backhand, spun and stepped on the waves soaring into the sky, suddenly roared, raised his head upwards, and slashed with all his strength in the face of the huge waves.
Why dare not!
bang—
There was a loud noise, and the dazzling light of the knife slashed heavily on the water surface, splashing waves more than ten feet high.
The river was turbulent and tumbling, and a circle of ripples and waves like a sea tide swayed towards the surroundings. The knife light was also shattered by the waves, and quickly spread to the surroundings, shining brightly under the cover of the lights.
In an instant, countless brilliant white sword lights and swirling air currents scattered violently like lightning and thunderbolts in the sky.
The extremely towering huge waves kept shaking in the turbulent air flow, and there was an earth-shattering loud noise in the air. The shocking huge waves in front of me suddenly spread layers of transparent huge wave ripples towards the surroundings.
The strong airflow caused Chen Yuyan to sway and slide back a few feet. His clothes flapped and his long hair fluttered.
A moment later, the shocking giant wave finally overwhelmed and crashed down, turned into fine pieces of flowing water and scattered into the river, completely merging into the water.
Look up again.
The sky is dimming, and the night is dissipating.
A huge round of sun rises dimly from the east of the river, and the morning fog floating on the river surface reduces the strong smell a bit.
The clear blue sky is scattered here and there, and there are a few places with thin clear clouds, some are as white as freshly picked cotton, and some are reddish like the drunken color of a beautiful woman's face.
At the moment when the sun was shining on the river, the originally rough scenery suddenly dissipated, and the river was calm, like a mirror.
On the huge river, he was the only one standing there.
One person, one raft, one river.
That's all.
Under the gaze of tens of thousands of people, Chen Yuyan landed on the river bank with a little tiptoe.
What greeted him was Murong Yue's embrace and the cheers of hundreds of thousands of people.
"Young people are awesome."
On the high platform, Song Jianghe sighed slightly, and the other masters of Shenyi were also silent.
Among the twelve serial docks, the last one who could last till dawn at the Dragon Festival was none other than Song Jianghe from decades ago.
"The recipients of the award, please come to the stage to receive the reward!"
Someone shouted, and the twelve serial wharf warriors who were resting by the river got up one after another and climbed onto the high platform.
"Everyone, do you think Chen Yuyan should reward him with the pier according to the rules?"
Staring at the crowd on stage, Song Jianghe asked suddenly, looking around calmly.
According to the rules of the top and bottom of the Twelve Chain Docks, as long as they can last until dawn during the Dragon Festival, they will be rewarded with a pier as a reward.
"Absolutely not, absolutely not! After all, this Chen Yuyan is just a family member, so why can he be assigned to the wharf that belongs to me at Twelve Links?"
As soon as Song Jianghe said this, a strong man wearing a white scarf jumped out and said urgently:
"Master Dawu, please think again, the rules of this ancestor must never be changed!"
This strong man is the owner of Zhengshiwu, "Leopard Head and Eyes Around" Tang Ming.
Qingke County only has three houses, Yanziwu, Zhengshiwu, and Baishawu. There are only so many piers. If Song Jianghe wants to give Chen Yuyan a dock.
Who will it be?
It can't be Yanziwu.
He has only two piers in Shiwu, no matter which one he loses, Tang Ming will be heartbroken to death, so he must not let Chen Yuyan get this reward.
"After all, Chen Yuyan is just a foreigner. It is okay to give him other rewards, but this pier is the property on which our Twelve Links live, the place to eat, and it is related to the vitality of the thousands of brothers on each pier. It's really inappropriate to just throw it to a brat who doesn't understand anything."
Seeing that Song Jianghe's face remained unchanged, Tang Ming felt a little apprehensive, fearing that he would offend the latter by speaking too bluntly and make Song Jianghe feel unhappy, so he hurriedly added an explanation.
Song Jianghe glanced lightly at Tang Ming, who was dodging his eyes. What the latter was thinking in his heart was like a mirror in his heart.
"This pier, we are out of Yanzidock."
Although it seems that the Twelve Links are still in full swing, Song Jianghe knows in his heart that since his two nephews, Song Qing and Song Yuan, the heirs of Yanziwu, died in an accident, the Twelve Links have been unable to do anything. Junjie.
Even on the Qingyun list, the highest is only the 73rd "Han Jiao" Song Feng, but he is already thirty years old, and he will soon withdraw from the Qingyun list.
The current situation of Twelve Links can be described in eight words.
If there is no successor, there will be no successor.
Yes, if they stick to the rules of their ancestors, their Twelve Links will not be occupied by outsiders.
But after the solidification of the class, people's aggressiveness will disappear, and they don't look at the current Twelve Chain Docks, and those few Dock rudders that can be used.
All the lazy people who are eating and waiting to die, in Song Jianghe's view, it would be best to kill them all, they are all moths lying on the twelve chain docks and sucking blood.
During the period when their Twelve Chain Wu gang was just established, it was the one with the most momentum among the seven major gangs in Jianghu.
But now, it has become the bottom.
All supported by him, Song Jianghe.
If something unexpected happens to him, or after he is resigned, maybe Twelve Links will completely fall from the top power in the arena to an ordinary gang in the arena.
Even with these dock rudders, it is still unknown how many will be left.
You can no longer stick to the rut.
Song Jianghe's eyes were dark, and his eyes were deep, making it hard to see what the pillar of the Twelve Links was thinking.
Seeing that Song Jianghe had said this, Tang Ming showed resentment, and had no choice but to swallow back the excuse that was already on his lips.
However, regarding what the former said, Tang Ming curled his lips in his heart. He didn't believe that Song Jianghe could do what he said.
Yanziwu is not his talk.
Song Jianghe still has seven or eight members of the previous generation surnamed Song pressing down on him, and even among them is the old owner of Yanziwu, Song Jianghe's father, "Blue Sky Dragon" Song Licheng.
Send a pier to Murong Yue, Song Licheng and the others can accept it, because everyone is their own family, and their Song family did not receive less favor from the Murong family in the past.
But they will never watch Song Jianghe give another pier to Chen Yuyan, an outsider.
The top three winners of the Dragon Sacrifice Festival have all come to the high platform.
As for other people, there will naturally be other people to present the rewards, and they are not qualified to meet Song Jianghe and others yet.
The top three winners of this Dragon Festival are:
Baishawu Chen Yuyan.
Xu Shenxing in Shangqingwu.
Baishawu Murong Yue.
"Boy Chen Yuyan, pay homage to Master Dawu."
Chen Yuyan stood at the front, looked at the burly man in front of him, bowed slightly, and said hello with his hands clasped.
Song Jianghe waved his hand, indicating that they don't need to be polite.
"Okay, okay, you are all very good."
Looking at the heroic and enterprising three people in front of him, Song Jianghe clapped his hands and laughed.
This is the future of my 12-series dock, not the group of boozers who only know how to lie on the bed and play with women!
Strong, stay.
Weak, get out!
Song Jianghe leaned back, his eyes hidden in the shadows.
He, Song Jianghe, will let Twelve Links Pier.
Become strong again!
(end of this chapter)
