At this time, Yang Zhao and Xu Rulin also teleported out from the ring.

After being teleported out of the arena, Yang Zhao covered his chest, maintained a humble and gentlemanly manner, bowed his hands to Xu Rulin and everyone, and returned to Yang Shixiu.

Xu Rulin, on the other hand, had just taken two steps when he suddenly fell to the ground and blood flowed all over the ground.

While everyone was panicking, three figures appeared in front of Xu Rulin at the same time. One was Hong Jianglong, the other was Lei Xiaodan, and the other was a bloated man with almost the same width and height and an ugly face.

After the man landed, the entire Feilong Mountain seemed to tremble.

But no one dares to laugh at fat men.

Because he is Zhou Hengshan, the commander-in-chief of Tianyong Hengshan Army.

Hong Jianglong glanced at the two of them, then squatted down and put his hand on Xu Rulin's pulse.

"What happened?" Lei Xiaodan asked.

"The injuries are very serious, especially the soul, which is about to be shattered." Hong Jianglong said with a solemn expression: "It needs to be treated as soon as possible."

"Xu Rulin is from our military, leave it to me." Zhou Hengshan said, his tone unquestionable.

"Okay." Hong Jianglong didn't stop him. It was important to save people.

Immediately, Zhou Hengshan ordered people to carry Xu Rulin down.

After Xu Rulin was carried down, silence returned to the top of Feilong Mountain.

"Sure enough, the gains outweigh the losses. Xu Rulin was so seriously injured, I wonder if he can still participate in the subsequent competition?" Luo Zhan said.

"Let's talk about it later." Ye Qing shrugged. If Xu Rulin was really injured and unable to participate in the subsequent competition, he would be quite happy to have one less opponent.

"Let's watch the competition first."

After Xu Rulin's matter came to an end, everyone's attention returned to the ring.

Among the remaining two groups of competitions, the competition between Zhao Bu and Zhao Bu'er is coming to an end. Zhao Bu relied on the recovery ability and resistance to blows of the Bafang Begging Kung Fu to suppress Zhao Bu'er from the beginning to the end.

With the help of the ghost shaver in his hand, he counterattacked several times, and even used the ghost shaver to shave off his own hair at the last moment, attracting hundreds of ghosts to be possessed by evil spirits. However, he was unable to make a comeback, and his defeat was a foregone conclusion.

The competition between Zhuo Henshui and Wen Xiaonuan was also one-sided.

But it was not Wen Xiaonuan who suppressed Zhuo Henshui as everyone imagined, but Zhuo Henshui suppressed Wen Xiaonuan.

Everyone thought that Zhuo Henshui was besieged by the leader of the small fist sect, Lu Youzhi. Zhuo Henshui was able to defeat Lu Youzhi with serious injuries in the late stage of the God-washing. He was indeed shocked, but he was definitely seriously injured, so he and Wen

In Xiaonuan's competition, Zhuo Henshui will definitely lose.

But the reality was just the opposite. From the beginning to the end, Zhuo Henshui was suppressing Wen Xiaonuan.

The aura of decadence, sadness and despair on Wen Xiaonuan's body could not affect Zhuo Henshui at all, and her weird martial arts, as if she was seeking death, could not cause any harm to Zhuo Henshui.

No matter what methods Wen Xiaonuan used, Zhuo Henshui still simply punched and retracted his punches.

Zhuo Shishui's boxing technique cannot be said to be exquisite or mysterious, but every punch is powerful and heavy, as if it has the power to destroy mountains and cut off rivers.

Therefore, every attack from Wen Xiaonuan would be broken by Zhuo Henshui's punch;

Every time Wen Xiaonuan rushed up, he would be punched away by Zhuo Henshui;

Regardless of whether the wind blows from the southeast to the northwest, I will kill Qianqiu with one punch.

Losing is a matter of time.

In about the time of a cup of tea, the competition between the two groups came to an end. As expected, the winners were Zhao Pei and Zhuo Henshui.

After the top eight competition, everyone has three days to rest. Next, the four-person competition in the loser group will be held to determine the winner and two losers. The eighth and seventh place will be determined between the two losers.

, the two winners will continue to compete with the two defeated people in the winner group, and finally determine the sixth, fifth and so on.

After Hong Jianglong announced that the top eight competition was over, everyone went down the mountain and left.

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"Brother Zhao, you defeated Zhao Buer today and you're on your way to victory. Do you want to go have a drink to celebrate?"

"It's necessary. I will be the host today. How about Zhengyan Building?"

"Then go quickly, what are you waiting for!"

At the foot of Feilong Mountain, Zhao Wei was surrounded by a group of people, chatting and laughing.

"Thank you for your kindness. I have to go back to take care of my brother, so I won't go."

Zhao Pei shook his head and said: "You go ahead."

"Brother Zhao, don't be such a spoiler. Your brother was only slightly injured, and he's not about to die. There's nothing to take care of." One person sneered.

Hearing this, a coldness suddenly appeared on Zhao Pei's face, he strangled the man's neck and said coldly: "What did you say?"

"Woo... Wu..." The man's face suddenly turned the color of pig liver. He struggled hard but could not break free from Zhao Wei's grasp.

"My brother, is that what you can say?"

Zhao Bai kept exerting force with his five fingers, his eyes full of killing intent: "Who do you think you are?"

"Brother Zhao, don't be impulsive!"

"Deng Zhen was just joking for a moment. There was no malice. Brother Zhao, please don't take it seriously?"

"Yes, Brother Zhao, we are all brothers, don't hurt your harmony!"

Seeing this, the people around him hurriedly tried to persuade him.

Zhao Pei stared at Deng Zhen, unmoved.

Just when everyone thought that Deng Zhen was going to be strangled to death by Zhao Pei, Zhao Pei slowly loosened his fingers and glanced at everyone slowly, his eyes full of cruelty and anger: "This is just this time, I won't do it next time, otherwise don't blame me for being rude.

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"Remember, no one can make fun of my brother."

"No one can do it."

After speaking, Zhao Pei ignored everyone, turned around and left alone.

After Zhao Pei left alone, he did not enter the city. Instead, he turned left and right and came to a ruined temple.

"Uncle...Uncle...are you back?"

In the ruined temple, a group of beggars looked at Zhao Bi with fear and took the initiative to make way for him.

"How is my brother?" Zhao Bai asked.

"Then... that uncle is very good. We all followed your instructions." A beggar said tremblingly.

"Yes." Zhao Pei nodded, without even looking at the group of beggars, and walked straight to the only side room in the ruined temple.

After entering the room, a strong smell of medicine spread out, and on the bed in the room, Zhao Chu, who was pale and very weak, lay.

"Brother...ahem..."

Seeing Zhao Wei, Zhao Wei struggled to sit up.

Zhao Wei hurriedly stepped forward, helped Zhao Wei up, leaned against the bed, and said with concern: "Brother, are you okay?"

"I'm fine. Ahem, I'm much better today." Zhao Zhu smiled and said weakly: "Brother, how was your competition today?"

Zhao Bei said: "We won."

Zhao Zhu said happily: "I know that with your strength, brother, you will definitely win. Ahem..."

Zhao Wei patted Zhao Wei's back gently with his skill, injected a stream of inner energy, and reproached: "Your injury is not suitable for being overjoyed or angry, don't you know?"

Zhao Zhu smiled and said, "I'm not happy for you, brother!"

Looking at Zhao Zhu's weak appearance, a trace of hatred flashed in Zhao Zhu's eyes: "It's all that Ye Qing. If it weren't for him, you wouldn't be injured like this."

"Originally, it would have been a great thing for you and I to become famous together and become famous all over the world, but everything was ruined by that Ye Qing."

"It's all him!"

Zhao Zhu said hurriedly: "Brother, don't be angry. That Ye Qing is from the Jing'an Division. He is not weak and will not be easy to deal with. Don't be reckless."

Zhao Pei smiled and comforted: "Don't worry, I'm measured."

Zhao Zhu breathed a sigh of relief, and then said dejectedly: "Oh, it's all my fault. I asked you, brother, to worry about me."

Zhao Wei patted Zhao Wei's head and said gently: "What are you talking about? You are my brother. I don't care who you worry about."

"Okay, you have a good rest first, it's important to heal your injuries, don't think too much about other things!"

"Yes." Zhao Zhu nodded: "Brother, you have just come back, go and have some rest."

"Okay." Zhao Wei helped Zhao Wei lie down to rest, covered him with a quilt, and gently withdrew.

After returning to the ruined temple, Zhao Pei glanced at the beggar in the temple and said coldly: "I'll go out for a while, and you guys will take good care of my brother. If he loses a hair, you won't have to live anymore."

"Yes, yes, sir, don't worry, we will definitely take good care of him." All the beggars said in fear.

After walking out of the ruined temple, Zhao Wei suddenly coughed twice, a stream of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and his face looked a little ugly.

In the previous competition with Zhao Buer, although he kept suppressing Zhao Buer from beginning to end, Zhao Buer's counterattack in the end still caused him some injuries.

Of course, this is not the point. The point is that he was injured when he faced Zhao Buer, who was in the middle stage of the God's Purification. Ye Qing, on the other hand, defeated the well-known Jian Wusheng, and didn't seem to be seriously injured.

Although he didn't see how Ye Qing defeated Jian Wusheng, he roughly knew what happened in that battle from the words of others. Ye Qing did not use any conspiracy methods, he just defeated Jian Wusheng in an upright manner.

Although he was very confident, he was not confident enough to beat Jian Wusheng, but Ye Qing won, which made him very surprised, jealous, and angry.

Ye Qing injured his younger brother and even hurt his martial arts foundation. Without a great opportunity and good fortune, his future martial arts path would be basically ruined. How could he not hate or complain?

He must avenge his brother.

And he deliberately hurt Ye Qing's friend. Ye Qing had murderous intentions towards him and would never let him go.

Therefore, the two of them have become in conflict with each other, and there is no room for change.

In the past, he did not take Ye Qing seriously. He could destroy Ye Qing openly and openly in the ring and avenge his brother. Even if Ye Qing had Jingan Division as his backer, he would not dare to say anything. But today Ye Qing

Qing actually defeated Jian Wusheng, making him truly feel threatened.

Ye Qing has murderous intentions towards him. Once he dies, the other party may not be able to eradicate him, and Zhao Chu will also be in danger.

Thinking of this, Zhao Wei felt upset for a while.

"Brother Zhao, Brother Zhao...it turns out you are here, making it difficult for me to find you." At this moment, a young man came over from a distance.

"Ding Xuan, do you have a problem with me?" Zhao Wei stared at Ding Xuan with an unkind look. He was in a bad mood now, so he wanted to kill someone.

Ding Xuan didn't seem to notice Zhao Bei's unkind gaze, and said excitedly: "Brother Zhao, I have some good news for you. Your brother's injury can be cured."

"Huh? What did you say?"
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