Mountains and rivers are waiting for you to return

Chapter 64: Final Victory
People's eyes were filled with disbelief.

Over the years, Duke Duan Ding would only show up on major political matters involving national interests.

Except for the nobles and dignitaries in the VIP seats, the vast majority of ordinary people and foreigners had never seen this man who lived in horror legends and could easily control the situation in half of the Upper North Continent.

People only felt the oppression from the air for a moment, and the martial arts masters in the venue who sensed this force turned around together.

Combined with Table Number 1 which has never been opened, and the expressions of everyone in the VIP seats at this moment.

Anyone with a little bit of common sense can almost guess his identity.

This was the final of the Dengyun Conference with tens of thousands of spectators present. Who had ever seen him attend such an occasion?
She even took the initiative to sit next to Tang Mingzhi, who had been in the limelight five days ago but was the subject of heated discussion on the streets because of the broken engagement incident.

Because of the rumor about Duke Duan Ding's terrible hearing, no one dared to discuss this matter with others at this moment.

It’s just that everyone has deep doubts in their hearts.

Tang Mingzhi is Han Ruize's sister, but Duke Duan Ding and Han Ruize have an irreconcilable grudge, and even Hun Xibian appears here because of this.

The cause and effect of this is known to everyone and there is no need to elaborate.

Da Xian was lost in thought for a moment as he looked at the two people sitting opposite him, who seemed a little strange but with an inexplicable meaning between them.

Gong Yang Zisheng, who was standing by, said in Qilu dialect: "It seems that your opponents are getting more difficult to deal with each other."

When Da Xian heard this, he didn't know what he was thinking about, and frowned a little, which was rare.

On another observation building, Jin Ling'er heard a subtle voice beside her.

There was trembling and disbelief in the words, "How could it be?!"

She came back to her senses from her shock and happened to catch the madness in Jiang Qingyue's eyes that had not yet disappeared.

It seemed that everything in front of him had overturned Jiang Qingyue's cognition.

Thinking of what happened a few days ago, Jin Ling'er's body involuntarily stepped back a few steps, but she didn't say a word.

Pei Nai and Gu Jinheng were both silent, as everyone's attention was focused on them.

However, everyone noticed that the uncomfortable atmosphere around them had gradually faded away.

It seems that Duke Duan Ding's expression is not as cold as the legend said.

In just a short while, the person in charge of the Dengyun Conference had come downstairs. He stood on the fighting stage, his voice was heard far and wide, and combined with the sound of firecrackers at the beginning, he brought the event back on track.

There were performances added on the final day to liven up the final battle.

Dancers in their spinning skirts came on stage one after another, and people turned their heads one after another when the voices from below were heard.

Even though I had thousands of doubts in my mind, I didn't dare to turn my head and look again because of curiosity.

People's sight faded.

Gu Jinheng then asked casually, "Have you had breakfast?"

Pei Nai glanced at him, thinking it was a waste of time and simply didn't answer him.

Gu Jinheng's gaze was mostly on the center of the bustling fighting arena, only occasionally falling on her silently.

Seeing that she was unwilling to speak, his gaze became a little unscrupulous.

But he still held it in for a long time before he spoke.

"Someone went to your yard this morning."

Pei Nai's eyebrows twitched slightly when he heard this, "How do you know?"

Gu Jinheng said nothing again.

He didn't know whether he was in the wrong or whether Pei Nai's attitude towards him after her rebirth was so different from before that he was at a loss as to what to do. He had deliberately ignored her questions many times in the past two days.

"You sent someone to follow me?" Pei Nai has always been a persistent person.

Gu Jinheng explained, "It's protection."

When he said these three words, Pei Nai couldn't help but smile.

"Protect?" She chuckled. "The most hurtful thing is never the enemy."

Gu Jinheng's eyes dimmed a little. Below the fighting arena.

The leader of the Dengyun Conference once again raised the Hunxi Whip, and tens of thousands of people in the venue cheered in unison.

Pei Nai picked up the teacup and covered his mouth slightly.

The cup spun between her fingers, and her voice was lost in the earth-shaking shouts.

No one heard what she said except Gu Jinheng.

"I am also the patriarch of the Pei family. Let's put aside the matter of the battle in Yagu for now. I would like to ask Lord Duan Ding, should we settle the account for the Wanyue Blood Whip?"

Gu Jinheng had no expression. "The Wanyue Blood Whip was just a means to hold Han Ruize hostage. I never thought of humiliating it."

"Aren't you afraid that it will eventually be won by someone with malicious intentions?" Pei Nai asked.

Gu Jinheng answered her without hesitation, "No."

How dare he be so sure?

Pei Nai was a little confused, but because the fighting arena was too noisy and chaotic, she was bound to be noticed by someone with ulterior motives, and the more she said, the more mistakes she would make, so she didn't ask too many questions.

He took a sip of tea and placed the cup on the table.

She watched the performance below, and the two of them spent some time together in silence.

Pei Nai was not enjoying the dance peacefully because Gu Jinheng had been staring at her since the interlude of the dance started.

She was a little annoyed by being stared at, and sneered, "How is it? Does it feel awkward to look at you with a new look?"

Gu Jinheng did not say anything and remained silent.

Just then, someone appeared from the stairs at the other end of the corridor and walked towards them.

The man stopped behind Gu Jinheng, leaned over and said a few words.

After saying that, he took two steps back and stood aside.

Gu Jinheng's expression was calm and nothing could be seen from his face.

He said to Pei Nai, "I have something to take care of. I will be away for a while and will pick you up before the conference is over."

Pei Nai didn't respond, thinking: If she wants to leave, she can leave, why should I pick her up?
After Gu Jinheng left, Pei Nai moved to Yixi's table. Yixi and Ju Liancheng knew what to do and didn't say much.

But Qingzhu asked her tremblingly: "Miss, when did you meet Lord Duan Ding?"

When you were not yet born.
Pei Nai thought so, but didn't dare to say it.

The opening dance just ended and Shao Liran and Shen Zhentao were about to go on stage.

She pointed down and changed the subject, "Look, it's about to start."

But she found that the final duel was not enough to attract people's attention. After Gu Jinheng left, more and more people turned back to look at her.
After the ceremony, the two men on the field attacked at the same time.

Shen Zhentao moved forward swiftly with his light Kung Fu skills, and with his five fingers curled up like eagle claws, he attacked Shao Liran with an invincible force.

Shao Liran dodged sideways, raised his long sword instantly, and immediately counterattacked.

When everyone thought this was a evenly matched battle, Shao Liran launched a series of moves.

Shen Zhentao was completely defenseless and couldn't get close to Shao Liran at all, and was at a disadvantage from the very beginning.

Every time he used his Fu Yin Claw, Shao Liran easily neutralized them one by one.

How could this kid Shao Liran be so hidden? !

Pei Nai almost stood up in excitement.

The knife flashed fiercely, and as it chopped, a few strands of green light flew around.

Shen Zhentao had been gradually pushed to the edge of the fighting arena. His Fuyin Claw had always been good at attacking the elbows and arms of his opponents who were using weapons, but this usually ruthless and precise move was now like hitting cotton, with no place to exert force.

It seemed like the vital point of the Fuyin Claw was held in Shao Liran's hand.

(End of this chapter)