Chapter 168: First
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Qiao Wan was stunned, was she going back to Kunshan?
After Li Juing finished speaking, he handed over Wen Si Xingzhu to Qiao Wan and let her decide for herself.
In the middle of the night, looking at the black and gold long sword hanging in the room, Qiao Wan felt a little pain in her eggs.
I didn't expect to go around and go back to Kunshan in the end.
It was nothing to go back to Kunshan, the problem was how to get the Scarlet Fire Golden Embryos from Zhou Yan.
Li Juing: "I heard that the real person Yuqing divided the red fire golden body into two parts, and one part was used to cast a sword for the disciple Mu Xiaoxiao."
Qiao Wan: "The other one?"
"The other copy is still in hand, and I haven't heard of it being used for other purposes."
Qiao Wan held the sword and said nothing.
Seeing the entanglement in her heart, Li Ju: "It's up to you to decide whether to go back or not."
"You haven't forgotten Zhou Yan, have you?" Li Juing said lightly: "I advise you that if you haven't forgotten Zhou Yan, you might as well go back to Kunshan to make a conclusion, so as not to give birth to inner demons and affect your future advancement."
Qiao Wan solemnly held the sword tightly: "Thank you for the teachings of the seniors, the juniors understand."
There is still a few days before the end of the Fa discussion, and she still has time to think about it. Before that, it is better to be concerned about the next competition.
Early the next morning, Qiao Wan came to the bottom of the Huazuo Peak arena. This was a competition between Yu Xingzhi and Zhirong, and Wang Ruyi was onlookers with her.
As soon as the young man came on stage, his eyes fell on this disfigured young man, and the whole audience was shocked.
Is this Yu Xingzhi? That Yu Xingzhi from Shandao Academy? Then Yu Xingzhi, who was feminine and handsome before?
Received the shocking, unbelievable, complicated, sympathetic, etc. gazes from everyone, Yu Xingzhi's eyes were slightly cold, he gritted his teeth silently, his face was blue and white for a while.
Intermittent discussions were heard.
He was clearly ready, he was ready to face these eyes and discussions from now on, but when he really stood under the eyes of everyone, Yu Xingzhi was unwilling to find that it was not the case at all. Son.
He can't.
Every line of sight and every voice under the stage, like a sharp blade, cut him open with blood and hung it on the stage to show him his incompleteness. What is more hateful than contempt is sympathy.
Yu Xingzhi couldn't help but glanced in the direction of Ma Huaizhen.
In every competition, as the referee, Ma Huaizhen and the Xiao family were both present. The man sat lazily in the wheelchair, looking down at the arenas below, his eyes were deep, and his expression remained unchanged. His calm demeanor could only be regarded as "half a person", but when he greeted the elders of the surrounding sects, his aura still suppressed the opposite side.
After losing his arms, legs, and even half of his face, how did this man get out, and how did he climb up to the seat of the present-day head of Kunshan's Wenshi Hall?
Turning to the auditorium below the ring, Qiao Wan and Wang Ruyi sat side by side.
And Lu Cixian.
Yu Xingzhi pursed his lips, and his eyes met with the boy for two seconds.
How did Lu Cixian do it? How to make every battle reckless and risk your life.
After calming down, Yu Xingzhi turned his attention to the stage again.
Since Ma Huaizhen can do it and Lu Cixian can do it, then he Yu Xingzhi can definitely do it, even if he is missing an arm and a broken leg, he is still the genius of the Yu family back then.
Unlike Yu Xingzhi, Zhi Rongsheng is tall and tall, uses a five-foot meditation stick well, and has knotted muscles all over his body.
"Fellow Daoist Yu." Each took a half step back, Zhi Rong nodded slightly, turned his Zen stick in his hand, and made a "hula", aiming straight at the young man's remaining half eye.
"Little monk is polite!"
The battle starts in an instant!
Joe watched intently.
To be honest, she didn't think that Yu Xingzhi could win. The few short days were not enough for Yu Xingzhi to adapt to the dilemma of missing arms and legs.
Yu Xingzhi really couldn't adapt. As soon as he fought, he was kicked and flew out, and with a bang, he fell to the stage, and the crowd immediately burst into exclamations.
And Lu Dechang, who was also in the auditorium, changed his face slightly.
He had already warned Yu Xingzhi and told him not to go up! But this kid doesn't listen to persuasion and wants to go up! Yu Xingzhi can also be regarded as the one who brought him up. Except for Ye Xiyuan, Yu Xingzhi is the one who suits him the most. Although the relationship between the two is not a father and a son better than a father and son, he was knocked down by Zhirong as soon as he played. Next, I will definitely not be reconciled, what is the best way to go in the future.
Before he lost his arm and broke his leg, Yu Xingzhi was able to deal with Zhirong with ease, but now, in the arena, this is not abusive at all, this is simply Zhirong unilaterally crushing Yu Xingzhi!
Missing almost half of his body, standing on the stage, the young man could not even maintain the basic balance. He was knocked off the stage by the Zen staff again and again. It didn't take a moment for him to see red on his body, and his white clothes were stained red with blood. The empty trousers and sleeves rattled in the mountain wind.
Get up again and again, and get knocked down again and again. At the time, the favored son of Shandao Academy was crushed to the ground by a monk who was the most unprofessional in Fanxin Temple, and he could hardly stand upright.
Zhirong's path is basically the same as Qiao Wan's, both are violent melee output streams.
The competition in the arena was all based on his ability. Yu Xingzhi refused to admit defeat. The warrior monk had no intention of releasing water at all. Twisted and madly punched!
The dense fists slammed into the face, causing Yu Xingzhi's face to be covered in blood, and the remaining half of his handsome face was immediately changed beyond recognition.
However, Zhirong obviously gave the youth under his command a sigh of relief: "Fellow Daoist Yu, give up, you can't beat the poor monk."
Yu Xingzhi spat out a mouthful of blood, and even grinned, with this smile, his teeth were blood red, and there was a bit of arrogance in his words: "Fart!"
With all his strength, he pushed forward with all his might, and took the opportunity to flip out of Zhirong's palm. Yu Xingzhi stood up staggeringly: "If you don't try, how do you know that I can't beat you."
"What kind of thing are you." The young man sneered, "You dare to show your prestige here with me?!"
If this was said before...
But now that I say it, this is pure death! !
The warrior monk was already short-tempered, so Zhi Rong's face was a little unsightly at the moment.
Originally, he had all hands and feet to beat a disabled one, and his face was a bit ugly, but he didn't expect that Yu Xingzhi would be so ignorant. Immediately, he swung the Zen stick in his hand even more fiercely, raised the Zen stick, and swept toward the young man's lower plate!
The young man who was still in the mouth was knocked out by a Zen stick again.
Surprised all around!
This meditation stick used real strength and fell to the ground, Yu Xingzhi vomited a mouthful of blood, spat, and wanted to crawl back, but when he supported the edge of the ring, he found that his arms were shaking.
Yu Xingzhi shivered all over, took a breath, his eyes were blood red, and he climbed up the ring with all his strength.
He was not reconciled.
He wants to crawl back, how could he lose to a guy like Zhirong with muscles in his head.
He... he is the senior brother of Shandao Academy.
Under everyone's attention, the young man just supported one arm, dragged his broken leg, and climbed back to the ring little by little.
As soon as he climbed onto the ring, another sound of breaking the air rushed towards him. Under the attack of the Zen staff, Yu Xingzhi was beaten to the point of vomiting blood, and he had almost no strength to fight back.
"Fellow Daoist Yu." Zhi Rong said in a deep voice, "The poor monk said, you can't beat the poor monk, so why bother here."
He is the eldest brother of Shandao Academy, Yu Xingzhi's nose is bruised and his face is swollen, his eyes that are intact are blurred, and his brain is groggy thinking, how... how could he not be able to beat Zhirong.
The fear that has been suppressed in the ghost city has finally come out.
Seeing Zhirong getting closer and closer with his Zen staff, Yu Xingzhi's teeth shuddered, and his heart was so frightened that he almost whined.
He actually started to be afraid of things like Zhirong, and he really became a waste. I thought he could be invincible like Ma Huaizhen, with a broken body like him, but he couldn't even beat Ye Xiyuan, so how could he be on a par with Ma Huaizhen.
He's a **** who can't stop shivering in horror at the impending attack.
Back then, the senior brother Yu Xingzhi, who was second only to Ye Xiyuan in Shandao Academy, was lying on the ground, his eyes were red and he was about to shed tears of unwillingness.
Wang Ruyi nervously tightened her wedding dress: This...why is this Yu Xingzhi working so hard? Isn't this just a fool who incited himself there?
After thinking about it for a long time, I was still not at ease, so I couldn't help tugging at Qiao Wan's cuff.
Qiao Wan followed Wang Ruyi's gaze and looked over.
After being knocked off the ring, Yu Xingzhi was still trying his best to climb up.
Encountering this neuropathy that sticks to his body like dog-skin plaster, Zhi Rong's face sank, and he waved his meditation stick, aiming at Yu Xingzhi's remaining arm, intending to fight quickly.
Before the cane fell, a clear sword light suddenly flew out from the audience!
With a loud bang, he firmly supported the Zen staff that was about to fall.
Yu Xing struggled to lift his swollen eyelids.
Qiao Wanchong Zhirong nodded slightly, withdrew his sword, turned around, and squatted down.
Is this... Lu Cixian?
"Lu Cixian?" Yu Xingzhi raised his eyes and sneered, "Is it you?"
Qiao Wan said in a deep voice, "Enough, you can't win against Zhirong."
"Why do you say enough?!"
"Why do you say I can't fight back, how can I beat Zhirong..."
Before he could finish speaking, the boy suddenly stretched out his hand.
clap clap!
Bow left and right!
This slap not only stunned Yu Xingzhi, but also stunned the entire auditorium.
Yu Xingzhi covered his face, widened his eyes in disbelief, there was still a drop of blood at the corner of his mouth, and his eyes seemed to say, how dare you hit me? ! !
After a brief silence.
The young man's face was distorted, and his eyes were tearing up: "Lu Cixian! Are you sick! You are courting death! If you attack a disabled person, are you still human?!"
"Are you awake?"
Qiao Wan squatted in front of Yu Xingzhi and raised his hand calmly.
"If I don't wake up, I still have it here."