StarCraft In the Palm of Your Hand Chapter 57

Even in the 26th century, the cold air from Siberia is still as icy cold and powerful as it was 500 years ago. At the foot of Wudang Mountain, heavy snow fell overnight.

The group arena entered the second day, and the 800 people competing for the 100 sword master seats had reached a fever pitch. In the first round in the morning, hundreds of people were injured and disabled, and several swordsmen were even wiped on their necks or Stabbed in the heart and died, but the other participants did not back down, they already had this level of awareness when they came to the ring.

However, according to the rules of the tournament, killing an opponent would result in a direct penalty, so most of the contestants still had to stop in the arena.

A small number of spectators couldn't stand the **** scene and had already left the stage, but for Yang Ying, this was just the beginning.

At this time, the swordsmen have used their most closely guarded trump card, feasting the eyes of the audience. All schools of swordsmanship from all over the world have their own strengths, and there are even masters from the Middle East and the West. The scimitars, two-handed swords and thin stabbing swords in their hands are all unique and refreshing.

Since swordsmanship has become a worldwide sport, the whole world has participated. The Arabian scimitar and European knight swordsmanship are both martial arts that have been passed down for more than a thousand years, so they have also been absorbed by the Sword Masters Association.

As the group arena competition progressed, the swordsmen seemed to see the qualifications of sword masters approaching, and their attacks became more intense. After three rounds of competition, only eighty-five arenas had decided the winner of the title of sword master, and the remaining fifteen arenas Either due to a draw between the two sides, or due to one side's accidental killing, and no one wins, the fifteen quotas will be invalidated. The judging committee of the competition is very strict in awarding the title of swordsman based on the core idea of ​​"Ning Que Wu Lan".

Although there were fewer games throughout the second day, the contestants tried their best to make Yang Ying gain more than the previous day.

During this period, Yang Ying never let go of his guard against Tong Jinhe. This time, he asked two protoss dark templars to follow Tong Jinhe 24 hours a day. The invisibility of the dark templars is as natural as breathing, and the energy consumed is not worth By the way, it is more persistent than Ghost Agent.

However, until the final ceremony of issuing the sword master qualification certificate, Tong Jinhe did not make any changes. He behaved very normally, and did not intend to avenge his nephew at all in words and actions.

He definitely couldn't swallow this breath, Yang Ying could feel this.

Looking at the figure of Tong Jinhe presenting the award on the stage, Yang Ying thought in his heart: "If he doesn't make a move, I don't have time to wait any longer. Forget it, why should I wait for him to make a move first..."

Yang Ying decided to strike first and nip Tong Jinhe in the bud before Tong Jinhe took revenge. It doesn't matter whether Tong Jinhe will make trouble in the future. It is important to get this over with before leaving Earth.

At this time, Xin Jinyun suddenly asked: "Yang Ying... are you going to leave after the conference is over?"

Yang Ying's heart moved, and he asked back: "Why do you ask such a question?"

"I don't know, it's just a feeling." Xin Jinyun smiled lightly, and a girly charm was naturally revealed.

"By the way, she has the blood of an awakener in her body, and her sixth sense is naturally keen, and she may be awakened in the future."

Yang Ying thought to himself and said, "Your feeling is correct. I will leave after the meeting the day after tomorrow."

Xin Jinyun looked into the distance: "I've had a great time these few days, will you come to Earth again in the future?"

"It's obvious. The earth is the home of human beings, and it's also my hometown. How could I not come back?" Yang Ying also said with a smile.

Xin Jinyun is still a sophomore in college. This time, he is helping out in his fencing club because of the winter vacation. Now there are two months of winter vacation and summer vacation. The winter vacation starts from Christmas and doesn't start until late February, so there is plenty of time .

She is not here to watch this boring awards ceremony, but to wait for her mother to go home together. Although Xin Jinyun has also practiced swordsmanship, his level is far behind that of the contestants in the venue.

The venue was full of contestants with sabers and knives, and there were many men who were bold and brave. Therefore, Yang Ying also played the role of **** by her side, and dismissed many people who came up to strike up a conversation.

At ten o'clock in the evening, the award ceremony ended, Xin Tianqing took over her daughter from Yang Ying, and then they parted ways.

Yang Ying didn't go back to the hotel, he took the ghost fighter stealthily and came to a villa on the outskirts of the city. The villa has two floors, there is a small garden in front of the door, and grape trellises are planted on both sides of the road.

This is Tong Zhishan's residence. Tong Jinhe also lived here after he came to Wudang Mountain.

A dark templar waited at the door. Seeing Yang Ying coming, he bowed and said, "Boss, the target is in the study of the villa."

"Okay, let's go in." Yang Ying took the lead and walked ahead.

"Yes." The Dark Templar followed Yang Ying half a body behind, passing through the grape trellis.

As he walked, he suggested: "For such a goal, we can just give him a knife and solve it. Why bother the leader to come in person?"

"It seems straightforward to solve it with one knife, but there will be endless troubles. It is better to use a more troublesome method now, but it will be better without future troubles."

Yang Ying believes that ~www.mtlnovel.com~ Tong Jinhe is a person of social status, and his death will cause a series of problems, which may involve himself. And right now there is a better solution, that is the mind control of the dark consul!

Once Tong Jinhe is controlled, not only will he not cause trouble, but he will also help him avoid trouble. It really kills two birds with one stone!

The dark templar said: "Everything is at the command of the leader."

On the other side, Tong Jinhe, as a member of the judging committee, also just came back from the venue not long ago. He just returned to the villa and was drinking tea in the study. But the door of the study suddenly opened and closed again.

Although there were no outsiders outside the door, Tong Jinhe felt chills. He drew his sword from the table and laid it across his chest. He made a defensive posture, his eyes were as sharp as a knife, and he glanced around.

"Who! Who's here?"

Yang Ying had already come into the room, and he stretched out his right hand.

"Call the Dark Archon, Grimmoran!"

As soon as the words fell, the Dark Consul appeared in front of his eyes. He was burning with crimson flames, only his upper body was wearing armor, and his eyes glowed like searchlights.

Tong Jinhe retreated again and again, backing to the bookshelf, and exclaimed: "You are an alien? What do you want to do?"

"Use mind control to make him obey me, and at the same time delete his memory of seeing you." Yang Ying pointed at Tong Jinhe and ordered.

"Obey!" Grimmollen stretched out his finger, and a faint yellow light flashed by. Tong Jinhe's eyes suddenly changed, put away his hostility, and became obedient~www.mtlnovel.com~ The fastest and hottest serial works are all at ~www.mtlnovel.com~ Book friends are welcome to come and read, the latest, fastest and hottest serial works are all at ~www.mtlnovel.com~ Mobile phone users please go to read.

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