In the third game of the resurrection match, two disciples took the stage together.
A white-haired boy and a blood-haired young man.
The two of them also cherished each other, and there was no nonsense. They started fighting on the spot, with swords and swords clashing continuously. One's energy and blood were surging, while the other's momentum was violent. They were evenly matched, and there was no victory or defeat in a short period of time.
Um?
Zhao Yun, who was counting money, opened his eyes for a moment and looked at the battle platform.
There is a white-haired boy and a blood-haired boy, both of whom have abnormally colored hair.
In other words, they are all of special bloodline. .??.??
He knew that the white-haired boy had seen him during the Tianzong assessment that day.
What he was looking at now was a blood-haired young man named Jiang Hong, whom he had seen several times.
"Jiang Hong's Kung Fu."
Zhao Yun murmured and saw his eyes narrowed slightly, because he was quite familiar with the exercises practiced by Jiang Hong, or in other words, he had seen similar ones more than once. This time Jiang Hong must have met a strong opponent.
It was even when he inadvertently touched something that he shouldn't have done that he became aware of it.
"Blood Clothes Gate."
Zhao Yun groaned, and he was 80% sure that the blood-haired young man was from the Blood Clothes Sect. Even if the other party changed his aura, even if he improved his own skills, he could still catch some clues.
This is also a kind of talent that he has innately. It is not a natural talent.
After self-cultivation of martial arts, this kind of perception becomes more accurate and can identify many special techniques.
"This is so lively."
Zhao Yun sighed in his heart. In the Tianzong of the Great Xia Dynasty, there were people from the Rashomon Clan, people from the Blood Clothes Clan, people from the Demon Clan, people from the Corpse Clan, and a Buddhist family whose identity had been revealed. Most of them had their own purposes. Among them
Including him, how could such a happy gathering not be lively?
"Jiang Hong is hiding deep enough!"
"It's so powerful."
Old Chen Xuan was holding the wine flask and was speechless as he looked at it. He was so stunned that he didn't notice it before.
"There are still many things you haven't seen yet?" Zhao Yun said this in his heart. If the identities of Huanmeng, Youlan and Jin Xuanzhong were revealed, the old man would not know what his expression would be like.
The sect is full of talents, and there are also many spies from various agencies. This is what he can see. Who knows how many hostile forces are lurking in the secret.
"good."
The battle was fierce on the stage, and the howls below were earth-shattering.
Since the battle between Ji Hen and Man Teng, due to the protracted nature of these two battles, the outcome has not been decided for more than a hundred rounds. The two special bloodlines have their own support and have used their resurrection opportunities, but neither of them has spared any effort in this battle.
After all, Jiang Hong is still superior.
Or perhaps, it was due to the mutual restraint between bloodlines that the white-haired boy fell.
The third game ended, and the fourth and final game kicked off.
Whoosh!
A young man in silver robes has appeared on the stage, holding a golden sword.
No Mo Dao came on stage.
Many people looked back, looking at Mo Dao, who was still like a statue, motionless. His master was still trying his best to heal his injuries. Looking at this state, he seemed to be unable to perform on the stage.
"It would be nonsense if the evil disciples who are not weak to Yin Bing's true body are eliminated like this."
"As I said before, luck is also a part of strength. It was just unlucky that his injury occurred."
"In terms of luck, there is a big difference between Mo Dao and Tang Hao."
There was a lot of discussion, and there were many regrets. They had already abstained from one round. If they could not take the stage in this round, they would be completely eliminated. The talents who could compete for the top five would probably end in this round.
"Did I delay things?" Lin Xie coughed dryly.
If he had abstained from the last game, Mo Dao would have advanced without a fight and wouldn't be as embarrassed as he is now.
"It's determined."
Su Yu, who was not very reliable, said something quite irritating.
"I love so and so, anyway, I am
There’s no chance.”
Sikong Jiannan clasped his hands as he spoke, and glanced sideways at Wu Nian.
One hundred and nine disciples, he bumped into this little bald man twice, what a fate!
In terms of strength and condition, he was better than Lin Xie. When Lin Xie advanced, he was completely eliminated. Luck is really a good thing. He is handsome, but he is useless!
Wu Xuantong was also looking at the ink knife.
It was a critical moment for the healing process, and he didn't dare to disturb it.
"Elder?" The silver-robed disciple called in a low voice. If Mo Dao doesn't come on stage, even if he abstains from voting, he will be promoted as he wishes, but this old man is obviously stalling for time. It can't be justified!
Wu Xuantong closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Just when he was about to speak, he felt that his throat was a little dry, so he picked up the wine bottle, took a sip, moistened his throat, and then drank it vigorously.
"Senior Brother Wu, that's great."
The master of the silver-robed disciple said in a deep voice and blatantly stalled for time. This was cheating!
Are my disciples still waiting to advance?
Why!
Wu Xuantong sighed, "Since Mo Dao cannot participate in the battle, then..."
war!
Before he could finish speaking, Mo Dao opened his eyes, and two rays of light shot out of his deep eyes.
"Suppressed."
Zhao Yun took a look and finally contained the mysterious and terrifying power.
Whoosh!
Mo Dao stood up, stepped onto the fighting platform, and landed with a thud.
The evildoer's disciples have strong Qi and blood. Just the fierce and domineering aura like a sword makes the hearts of the silver-robed disciples tremble. The evil aura of the ink sword is also scary enough, honed on the battlefield.
"Come."
The silver-robed disciple shouted loudly and came with his sword in hand. He had already used the chance of resurrection. If he surrendered, he would be eliminated. He had to pass a few moves, but the master was still watching? For him, the junior sister was still fighting for time.
Buzz!
Mo Dao took action and struck out with a sword of five feet.
To deal with the silver-robed disciples, this single blow was enough, and he was swept away from the battlefield with one strike.
"powerful."
Man Teng, who had just returned, happened to see this scene and was speechless.
"That's it for today."
Wu Xuantong looked at the sky and saw that it was getting late and he couldn't afford the next round.
Moreover, the condition of some disciples, such as Tang Hao and Lin Xie, seemed to be unbearable.
Whoosh!
As soon as Wu Xuan finished talking, he saw a beautiful figure leaving his seat.
It was Chu Wushuang, with an indifferent and cold expression, and a touch of impatience on his cheeks that was difficult to conceal. In her opinion, the new sect competition was just a small fight. Since then, she has not fought a single game.
It's really boring to advance all the way and it's a waste of time. It's not enough if you don't come.
If possible, she would have liked to say: Let’s have one piece! I’ll choose it alone.
"To be honest, I don't really like her look." Sikong Jiannan curled his lips.
"If I had her strength, I would walk like this." Su Yu adjusted his collar.
"What a background! People have the capital to be arrogant." Zi Yan said, stuffing a pill into his mouth.
"The show is over." The spectators all got up and came back tomorrow.
Overall, today's battles were quite exciting. There were a few battles, such as between Ji Hen and Man Teng, that were very tough. Although the ending was a bit nonsense, the process was eye-catching!
"Today, are there any special programs?"
Su Yu stretched and stood up, speaking in a particularly high voice.
The spectators looked sideways and looked at
That guy was Wei Chuan. When he came in earlier, he was very aggressive and came to settle a score with Ji Hen. But now he looked like a docile little sheep.
Wei Chuan's face was ashen, but he wanted to have a fight, but he didn't dare!
"I come."
Wei Chuan didn't dare, but the big man Man Teng jumped onto the fighting platform.
The warlike master is also impatient, so he really can't wait to be named Explosive Hammer Ji Hen.
"There's a show."
Many people's eyes brightened and they sat back again.
However, when I went to see Ji Hen, the guy had disappeared.
"Your grandma's."
Man Teng cursed and chased out with a mace.
Feeling distressed!
Many elders were holding their chests when they left. They were all the ones who were kicking the ball on stage earlier. They really wanted to ask God if the little ball could be kicked back. We regretted it.
Unfortunately, there is no regret pill.
The show came to an end and the spectators filed out.
When night falls, the smell of rice is overflowing on Zizhu Peak. Not only Zhao Yun, Mu Qinghan and Yun Yan, but also two people who are eating, um. That is, Tao Fairy and Linglong, sitting there without eating, just watching Zhao Yun eat.
Bless you! You will have strength when you are full! This guy is a good example.
"You must have won a lot!" Linglong smiled.
When they left the meeting, the elders came out cursing.
Because of Ji Hen, the one who loses will suffer a bloody blow. There is no worst, only worse.
"Not bad." Zhao Yun chuckled.
"Chu Lan is back, I have to ask her carefully."
Linglong finally raised her chopsticks and asked Ji Hen. Ji Hen refused to tell her, so she could only ask the handsome woman.
This mysterious veil was lifted too early, and the sense of expectation was lost.
"You have gained a good disciple." Fairy Tao smiled and took the chopsticks.
"Brothers and sisters, please give me face." What Yun Yan said is extremely learned. If you have that free time, if you don't practice, just kick the ball around, a person will be kicked out!
Mu Qinghan covered his mouth and snickered. Those old guys didn't know how much they should regret it.
After dinner, Fairy Tao and Linglong stayed, so they didn’t have to run back and forth tomorrow.
It's quiet at night.
Zhao Yun meditated cross-legged in his room, trying his best to regain his peak condition.
The door opened, and Yun Yan walked in like a ghost, carrying a charming feminine fragrance. After entering, he glanced at Zhao Yun first, and then looked around. There were many prohibitions carved on the wall.
No wonder he was blinded that day, no wonder he hit his head through the wall.
Her young disciples are also involved in heresy. Is this to guard against thieves? Or is it to guard against masters?
"Mainly to prevent thieves."
"By the way, be careful, Master."
If Zhao Yun were to tell him, he would definitely answer like this. Master, sleepwalking is not a good habit.
"Jin Xuanzhong. Is it related to the corpse clan?"
Yunyan sat down and went straight to the point without any preamble.
This is what I came here for. Because of the border battle, the Corpse Clan and the Great Yuan Alliance were enemies of Daxia. If they caught anyone, they would be killed. They could kill them first and then report them. This was an order given by the emperor himself.
"There is an 80% chance." Zhao Yun's words were not enough.
In fact, he didn't care much about whether Jin Xuanzhong was a member of the Corpse Clan. The main reason was that today, Jin Xuanzhong actually showed a murderous intention towards him. Then he had to think about his options. He was being watched all the time and he might be destroyed one day.
, it is better to strike first to avoid long nights and dreams.
"Have you noticed anything?" Yun Yan looked intently and would not listen to Zhao Yun's words. After all, Jin Xuanzhong's qualifications were there. To kill an elder, there must be evidence.
"Intuition." Zhao Yun took a deep breath and said two words.
"Get some rest early." Yun Yan stood up, took two steps, then turned back and kicked Zhao Yun. Intuition, I'll let you have an intuition. Why are you walking me for fun in the middle of the night?
"My intuition has always been very accurate." Zhao Yun said with great righteousness.
After he was done, he was kicked again, and his strength that had not yet shined was kicked back again.
After Yun Yan left, he sat down anxiously.
Evidence? What evidence can there be for this? I’m afraid no one will believe it.
Therefore, we have to investigate secretly. Anyway, he has already reminded him, and the rest is up to Tianzong.
Indeed, one has to investigate secretly.
This is Yunyan's plan. She will find people from the Information Pavilion and will monitor Jin Xuanzhong for a lot of time in the next few days, not only for Tianzong and Daxia, but also for Tianzong's disciples. If Jin Xuanzong is really a member of the Corpse Clan,
If one of them goes crazy, I don’t know how many disciples will suffer.
"What on earth is this?"
After Yun Yan left, Zhao Yun picked up the purple brick again.
According to his many years of experience, this is by no means an ordinary object. Even the eye of heaven cannot see through it. There must be some unknown mystery in it, and what is hidden must be a treasure. Jin Xuanzhong is staring at him like this, maybe it is just for this.
It's a brick, but I want to force it open for fear of damaging the treasure.
After a long time, he stopped and continued to meditate with his eyes closed.
"Who will you face tomorrow?"
Zhao Yun whispered in his heart that the disciples who were promoted were all the elite among the elite.
As she had thought before, he was extremely unwilling to face Chu Wushuang until the final level.
"That girl is indeed not simple."
The Moon God stretched himself and sat alone on the moon looking at nothingness.
Zhao Yun didn't know she was awake, or in other words, the Moon God didn't want him to know. The hazy clouds and mist isolated Zhao Yun's consciousness. As a master, he still wanted his disciple to develop on his own.
As for Chu Wushuang, gods say she is a talent, so she must be a talent.
There are some things that Zhao Yun cannot see through, but Yueshen can see through. He does have the capital to be arrogant.
I just don't know if I can win Zhao Yun.
In the same way, Zhao Yun may not be able to defeat Chu Wushuang.
The next day, Zhao Yun left the room early.
I sat cross-legged and meditated all night, feeling energetic.
Upon entering, he saw two beautiful figures in front of the stove, preparing breakfast. One of them was his senior sister, and the other was not Yunyan, but Huan Meng, a Huan Meng from the Demon family, who had come here to cook.
"Come here and pick vegetables." Mu Qinghan called.
Zhao Yun did not refuse, but what he saw was a dream, which probably brought news about the devil.
Mu Qinghan was also sensible. As soon as Zhao Yun arrived at the stove, she walked away and stopped making light bulbs.
"She can go to the hall and go to the kitchen. What a wonderful wife I am." Huanmeng's beautiful eyes flashed, "Junior brother, I won't leave today. Let's talk about our ideals at night."
"It's better for me to talk to Mozi." Zhao Yun took a deep breath.
"If you chat like this, you won't be able to get a wife in the future." Huanmeng curled his lips.
"I'm afraid you'll strangle me to death at night."
"Death under the peonies, being a ghost is also a romantic thing!"
"I like men." Zhao Yun's words brought him 10,000 critical hit points.
"It seems that true love is between you and my holy son." Huan Meng was amused.
"When will he come?"
"I'm still recovering from my injuries. I was beaten so badly by you."
"I regret not beating him to death."
"Have you finished eating so much rice?" Huan Meng glanced at Zhao Yun.
"I have a big appetite." Zhao Yun said, pouring several more kilograms.