"I got news that among the rewards given to the leader of the Qianlong Guild this time, there is a Xuanxuan Creation Fruit."

Ding Xuandao: "Brother Zhao should know that the Xuanxuan Creation Fruit can cleanse the essence and cut the marrow, repair hidden wounds, and enhance the warrior's basic qualifications."

"Didn't your brother's foundation get damaged by Ye Qing? As long as the Xuanxuan Creation Fruit is there, not only can the damaged foundation be repaired, but the essence and marrow can also be cleansed and the root bones can be improved, going one step further."

"You didn't lie to me?" Zhao Pei's eyes widened and he grabbed Ding Xuan's shoulders excitedly, with veins showing on his hands.

"It hurts... It's going to break, it's going to break." Ding Xuan grimaced in pain.

"I'm sorry, I was too excited." Zhao Pei let go of his right hand holding Ding Xuan's shoulder and said excitedly: "What you said is true, you didn't lie to me?"

Ding Xuan laughed and said: "How could it be possible? I have a relative who works in Jing'an Division, and it was he who revealed it to me."

"Great, this way, my brother will be saved." Zhao Bai said happily.

Although the Ding family is not a famous family in Tianyong, it is a famous family in Changshan, and its power is not weak. It is not a surprise that there is someone in Tianyong Jing'an Division, so Zhao Wei does not doubt that he is there.

After being excited for a while, Zhao Wei slowly calmed down, and his face gradually became a little ugly.

Ding Xuan smiled slightly and said: "Brother Zhao is worried that he will not be able to win the position of leader and get the Xuanxuan Creation Fruit?"

Zhao Pei nodded and said nothing.

"Brother Zhao, don't worry, I have a solution." Ding Xuan said confidently.

"What do you mean?" Zhao Pei looked at Ding Xuan with suspicion.

"Brother Zhao, please take a look."

Ding Xuan took out a porcelain bottle from his arms and slowly opened it. As the porcelain bottle was opened, a terrifying, violent, and scorching breath filled the air. The void trembled and twisted, the surrounding vegetation withered, and the earth cracked.

Even with Zhao Pei's strength, he felt suffocated.

Ding Xuan also turned pale and hurriedly closed the bottle cap. Only then did the terrifying aura that filled the air slowly dissipate.

"What is this?" Zhao Wei said solemnly.

"This is the essence and blood of the Drought Demon. According to legend, the corpse is transformed into a Drought Demon. The corpse of a dead person who has become a Drought Demon does not rot, no grass grows on the grave, and water seeps from the tomb. If the place where it is located has experienced severe drought for many years, it will take a hundred years to become a Drought Demon."

The Drought Demon is shaped like a human being, two or three feet long, with its body exposed and its eyes on the top. It walks like the wind. The country it sees is experiencing severe drought, and the land it travels is thousands of miles away. Adult Drought Demons are all natural disaster-level monsters."

Ding Xuan said slowly: "Although these three drops of Hanbao's essence and blood in my hand are not adult Hanbao's blood, they should not be underestimated. The power contained in each drop is by no means weaker than that of a half-step master warrior."

"So, if Brother Zhao meets a strong person, he only needs to swallow a drop of Drought Demon's essence and blood, and he will have the power of Drought Demon in a short time. No one should be afraid of him."

"Brother Ding's consciousness, you want to give me these three drops of Drought Demon blood?!" Zhao Wei's eyes flashed and he said warily: "There is no free lunch in the world, I want to know why?"

"Brother Zhao is a man of extraordinary beauty. Brother Zhao's younger brother is also one of the best among men. His future is limitless." Ding Xuan did not hide anything and said straightforwardly: "Therefore, I would like to invite Brother Zhao and Brother Zhao's younger brother to join me."

Family, these two drops of Drought Demon blood are just a little bit of our thoughts."

Zhao Wei lowered his head and remained silent.

"Of course, if Brother Zhao doesn't want to, we won't force it. Let's make a good relationship." Ding Xuan smiled when he saw Zhao Bai being silent.

"No, I promise." Zhao Wei said, "As long as I can get the Xuanxuan Creation Fruit and cure my brother's injury, I will join your Ding family."

"That's great." Ding Xuan said excitedly: "With Brother Zhao's strength, coupled with Hanbao's essence and blood, the position of leader of Qianlong Guild is definitely within reach."

"Borrow Brother Ding's good words." Zhao Pei took the Hanbao essence and blood from Ding Xuan's hand and said. "By the way, Brother Zhao, although the Hanbao essence and blood is powerful, it can only last for a moment, and it will cause certain damage to the body. Zhao

Brother, you must be careful." Ding Xuan warned.

"I understand." Zhao Pei nodded to express his understanding.

"Okay, in that case, I will disturb Brother Zhao's rest." Ding Xuan bowed his hand to Zhao Bai: "Goodbye."

"Farewell." Zhao Bai also bowed his hands.

After Ding Xuan left, Zhao Pei looked at the porcelain bottle in his hand and suddenly laughed loudly.

"Hahaha……"

In the distance, listening to Zhao Pei's loud laughter, Ding Xuan raised the corners of his mouth, revealing a strange and grotesque smile, and laughed silently.

"Zhao Pei, Zhao Pei, you must not disappoint my husband."

…

Three days later, the lower bracket competition of the Qianlong Conference was officially held.

After drawing lots, Yang Zhao got Wen Xiaonuan, and Jian Wusheng got Zhao Buer.

Yang Zhao is the strongest player on the list. Xu Rulin was able to defeat Yang Zhao in the last round of competition. Luck played a big part. Wen Xiaonuan was not so lucky this time.

From the very beginning of the fight, Yang Zhao used all his strength to play the song "Moonlit Night on the Spring River". The sound of the flute was melodious and sweet, but terrifying. The majestic energy and spiritual power contained in the flute sound created a whole world.

The beautiful scenery of the Spring River, the flowers and the moon, firmly suppressed Wen Xiaonuan, making it difficult for him to move forward.

Until he gave up, Wen Xiaonuan did not come within ten feet of Yang Zhao. For the first time, Yang Zhao showed everyone the strength he deserved as a warrior on the list and the prestige of a silver flute warrior.

The competition between Jian Wusheng and Zhao Buer was even less disturbing and unexpected.

In the competition with Zhao Pei, Zhao Buer used a ghost to shave his head to attract the evil spirit to possess him. He was severely overdrawn and has not yet recovered. Therefore, the fight with Jian Wusheng was like a process. After a few moves, Zhao Buer

The second one took the initiative to admit defeat.

After the loser group test is over, the winner group test will be held the next day.

Originally, the competition between the winners group was conducted by drawing lots among Ye Qing, Xu Rulin, Zhuo Henshui, and Zhao Pei. Unfortunately, Xu Rulin gave up the competition due to serious injuries, so it could only be held between the three of them.

After drawing lots, Zhuo Henshui got a bye and entered the next round directly, while Ye Qing got Zhao Bai.

"Haha, there's a good show to watch."

Seeing Ye Qing draw Zhao Wei, Lei Xiaodan, who was sitting in the pavilion, his eyes lit up and he said with a smile.

Yang Shixiu, Zhang Huaien and others also looked like they were watching the show.

They all knew about the grudge between Ye Qing and Zhao Pei. When Ye Qing said "I'm going to beat you to death" to Zhao Pei that day, although his voice was low, it couldn't be hidden from them. They all heard it clearly.

Chu.

Although they didn't know if Ye Qing's words were just out of anger, the conflict between the two was real, so once they met, even if they didn't dare say they would fight to the death, they would definitely be extremely jealous.

"Brother Hong, aren't you worried at all?" Lei Xiaodan said with a smile when he saw Hong Jianglong looking like an old god.

Hong Jianglong said: "There is nothing we can do if we worry. This is their own choice."

"Master Hong, the Qianlong Association selects talents for the imperial court. No matter who wins or dies, it will be a loss for the imperial court. Peace should be the most important thing." Fang Muyun advised.

"That's what Mr. Qingyuan said." Hong Jianglong first agreed, and then said: "However, when you get into the ring, you will be responsible for your life and death. There is nothing I can do about it."

"Alas..." Fang Muyun sighed.

While several people were talking, Ye Qing and Zhao Pei had already boarded the ring.

The surrounding environment was constantly changing, and Ye Qing and Zhao Bi appeared in an ancient town.

When the lanterns first came on, the town became peaceful and peaceful.

The two people in the town also smiled.

But behind the smile, there is endless coldness and indifference.

"Do you know, I have been waiting for this day for a long, long time."

Zhao Pei looked at Ye Qing with a weird smile on his face.

"Since the day you hurt my brother, I have been thinking about how to make you feel this pain."

"So, I crippled your friend, but I still felt it was not enough, and you cured him in the blink of an eye, but my brother is still lying in bed. Why? Why?"

Zhao Wei's expression was distorted: "You know, at that time I wanted to kill you and cut you into pieces to vent the hatred in my heart."

"It's just that I thought about it. Killing you would be too advantageous for you, so I thought of a good way."

"Do you want to know?"

Ye Qing's face was calm, with a faint smile hanging on the corner of his mouth, as if he didn't care, but also seemed to be full of disdain and ridicule.

It's not very harmful, but it's very insulting.

Looking at Ye Qing's disdainful eyes, Zhao Wei was filled with anger, and the hatred in his eyes became even stronger: "I plan to remove your bones one by one; I will cut off your limbs one by one; I will cut off your Dantian.

The acupoints are destroyed one by one..."

"I want you to become a cripple forever, and I want you to spend the rest of your life lying in bed."

"This way I can vent the hatred in my heart, do you think so?"

"Are you done talking nonsense?" Ye Qing said calmly: "If it is done, I will send you on your way!"

"It's just you..." Zhao Pei sneered, but before he finished speaking, Ye Qing in front of him suddenly split into nine figures, and nine figures rushed towards him at the same time.

The bamboo stick in Zhao Pei's hand was pointed out, and the stick's shadow was heavy and shrouded in all directions.

"The method of beating a dog with a stick, beating the dog in all directions"

The nine human figures were each shattered by bamboo sticks, but the moment the figures were shattered, Zhao Wei was stunned for a moment and felt a stinging pain coming from all parts of his body.

Zhao Pei looked down and saw long and narrow wounds on his chest, arms, legs and other places, nine in total.

At the same time, Ye Qing appeared behind Zhao Pei, with a long knife as thin as a beauty's waist hanging down by his side.

Obviously, the moment the two of them passed each other, Ye Qing fired nine swords, all of which hurt Zhao Bai.

Zhao Pei sneered and fell backwards. As he fell, the bamboo stick hit the ground, and there was a rapid "snap" sound, like rain hitting banana trees.

Amidst the crackling sound, the ground cracked and spread towards Ye Qing.

Ye Qing used the ground as a drum and his feet as a mallet. He stamped his feet and made a loud bang. The ground shook and the mountains shook, and sand and dust flew everywhere.

The moment the sand and dust splashed, in Zhao Bi's eyes, Ye Qing disappeared again.

When Ye Qing appeared again, he was already in front of Zhao Pei.

And Zhao Pei once again had a few more scars on his body.

"Your knife is indeed very fast."

Zhao Pei lowered his head and glanced at the wounds on his body, and sneered: "But, it's useless."

As he spoke, the wounds on Zhao Pei's body began to heal slowly.

The Bafang Begging Skill he practiced was best at recovery.

"It's useless, isn't it?" Ye Qing said calmly: "If one sword is useless, then two swords are used. If two swords are useless, then ten swords are used. If ten swords are useless, then one hundred swords are used."

"Let me see how much blood you have to shed."

Before he finished speaking, Ye Qing had already rushed towards Zhao Wei. In an instant, there were many phantoms in the sky, as if the autumn wind was sweeping away the fallen leaves, and the boundless fallen trees were rustling. Ye Qing's figure was everywhere.

Ye Qing's figure seems to be haphazard, but in fact it is in line with the nature of the Tao. It has both the mystery of the Tao and the mystery of the devil, which is mysterious and unpredictable.
Chapter completed!