Zuo Mo opened his eyes and woke up. His first reaction when he woke up was, it hurts! All the bones in his body felt like they were falling apart. The slightest movement caused pain to his bones. He immediately calmed down and remained motionless.
The familiar scent of medicine penetrated his nose, and he immediately knew where it was.
Hey, life is really hard. It seems that if I participate in a round of competition, I have to enter Hengfangyuan once. It seems that I am also seriously injured this time.
"Ahem, junior brother, you're awake."
Suddenly a familiar voice came from the right.
Senior Brother Zuo Mo couldn't help but turn his neck and look to the right. As soon as he moved, he couldn't help but gasped, it hurt!
He turned his face with great difficulty, but when he saw the senior brother on the other bed not far to the right, he was suddenly shocked.
A man was lying on the bed with his whole body covered in bandages, with only his eyes exposed.
"Eldest brother, is that you?" Zuo Mo asked uncertainly. Is this guy wrapped like a rice dumpling really the brave and invincible senior brother?
"Yes." The man under the bandage responded. He was indeed the senior brother. He said: "You have been unconscious for the longest time. We are all worried about you."
"Senior Brother, who hurt you like this?" Zuo Mo asked in disbelief.
"Haha, I had a fight with Gu Rongping and was beaten like this by him." Wei Sheng said in a relaxed tone.
Zuo Mo didn't believe it: "That pretty boy isn't that powerful!"
"He wasn't much better either." Wei Sheng smiled: "In the end, I cut him off twelve times in one go."
Zuo Mo sweated profusely when he heard this and cut twelve swords... Even if the pretty boy was a big carrot, he would still be cut into small toothpicks. But he thought this was normal. How could anyone among his peers be able to beat his senior brother?
Do you have the strength to fight back?
Although Wei Sheng was Zuo Mo's respected elder brother, his originally depressed mood due to the injury suddenly improved a lot when he saw that his elder brother was even more miserable than himself.
Brothers in distress...
Suddenly, Wei Sheng suddenly shouted in the direction of Zuo Mo: "Junior brother Luo, are you feeling better today?"
Zuo Mo subconsciously turned to the left.
There was another bed on his left, and Luo Li was lying on it. Although he was not as exaggerated as his senior brother, his expression was sluggish and his face was pale. It looked like he had been seriously injured.
There was actually more than one brother in distress... Zuo Mo was stunned on the spot.
When Luo Li saw Zuo Mo, his face felt unnatural. Zuo Mo suddenly remembered that he seemed to be the one who injured Luo Li. The mysterious state had disappeared, but Zuo Mo remembered clearly what happened at that time.
If Zuo Mo's face could move, his expression at this time would definitely be very unnatural.
Due to the strange state he was in at that time, he performed at an out-and-out super level. If he recovers now and re-arranges the seventy-two sub-arrays of the Sky Ring and Moon Ming Formation, that attack "Moon Ming Collapse Sound"
, let him activate it ten times, I don’t know if he can succeed once.
"How is senior brother?" Luo Li avoided Zuo Mo's gaze and asked Wei Sheng. His mentality is much better now than before. Although Wei Sheng was once his sword servant, he is now the senior brother of Wukong Sword Sect.
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The higher the strength, the higher the status. This is the rule of our sect.
Moreover, no one in the Wu Kong Sword Sect doubts the strength of Senior Brother Wei Sheng anymore. Luo Li still had some ambition to win when facing Zuo Mo, but he was convinced when facing Wei Sheng.
"Much better." Wei Sheng's tone did not sound like that of a seriously injured patient. He was optimistic and open-minded: "I think he will be fully recovered after a while."
The injuries of the three of them were quite serious and they were lying on the bed unable to move.
Zuo Mo and Luo Li still felt that there was a gap at first, but now they can be regarded as sharing weal and woe, and their relationship gradually melted. Later, the more they talked, the more speculative they became. Zuo Mo had never liked Luo Li before, but now that they got in touch, he realized
Luo Li is not as bad as he thought. On the contrary, although he sometimes involuntarily reveals some pride in his bones, he has a straightforward temperament but is not pretentious. He is a true-hearted person.
The two of them fought twice, and both times they were both injured. To a certain extent, it can be regarded as a friendship born of fighting.
Both of them admired each other's strength.
Needless to say, Luo Li was very fond of Zuo Mo. Now Zuo Mo has long become one of the most popular figures in Dongfu. In the end, he fought one against five, which became a legend in Dongfu. No one saw the fight between one against five, but Song Tao
The terrifying pit in the pavilion is clearly visible to everyone.
Zuo Mo knew how much he weighed. Every time his senior brother talked about this matter with Luo Li, he felt weak in his heart. But in his opinion, Luo Li was much stronger than himself.
Suddenly thinking of this, Zuo Mo couldn't help but curiously asked: "Senior brother, I saw a woman in front of you that day. Who was she?"
Luo Li suddenly felt a little embarrassed and said, "That's my sword spirit."
"It turns out that junior brother is taking the path of transforming spirits." Wei Sheng suddenly realized it. Seeing that Zuo Mo seemed puzzled, and remembering that this guy was not doing his job properly, he explained earnestly: "There are many ways to practice swords, all kinds of strange, all-encompassing. Sword
Lingbian is one of them. It focuses on cultivating the sword and shaping the body into a spirit. But "
He couldn't help but look at Luo Li: "I can't tell, but Senior Brother Luo's emotions are quite delicate." Seeing that Zuo Mo was still puzzled, he smiled and said: "Most people who practice sword spirit have delicate emotions, and they can be said to use their emotions to enter the sword.
.At the beginning of the formation of the sword spirit, it needs to be guided by the mind, so that the sword spirit can gradually take shape."
Zuo Mo suddenly realized this, and Luo Li was immediately made blushing.
"Our sect is a sword cultivating sect after all. Junior brother's sword skills must not be wasted." Wei Sheng said to Zuo Mo.
"Uh huh." Zuo Mo replied absentmindedly. He suddenly remembered the Kunlun Jade Slip that he had passed by, and couldn't help but ask: "Has the ranking been announced for this sword trial? Who made it to the top ten?
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Wei Sheng shook his head: "We are all injured like this, how can we know the situation outside."
Zuo Mo turned to Luo Li, who also shook his head.
Zuo Mo had no choice but to say: "Ask Xiaoguo and the others when they come next time." Xiaoguo, Li Yingfeng and others are taking care of the three of them these days, and all the elders of the master's sect are missing.
The three of them didn't know that the issue of ranking in this sword trial had become a big problem.
Zuo Mo interrupted the game with his last move. Tian Songzi was greatly distressed when he saw that Songtao Pavilion had been damaged to a certain extent, and immediately stopped the game. This decision was not opposed by any of the players. After witnessing the horrific collision, they
I have long been in no mood to compete.
Many of the cultivators who came out were in a trance because of the excessive stimulation they received. What is even more surprising is that these cultivators stayed in a depressed state for much longer than others imagined, which made their
The elders of the division began to worry.
It can be seen from this that that shocking and terrifying collision had a huge impact on them!
But for Tian Songzi, the organizer of this sword trial, he has a lot to worry about. He can slowly repair the damage to Songtao Pavilion, but there is another problem that he must solve immediately, and that is this sword trial.
's ranking.
This is an extremely difficult question!
Due to the interruption of the game, the number of cultivators in Songtao Pavilion in the end far exceeded ten. And these cultivators were basically all average players. Wei Sheng and Gu Rongping were both injured in the end, and both fell into a coma. And the other
Zuo Mo, a dazzling player, was also seriously injured and fell into coma.
It's hard to rank the top ten.
The reason why Pei Yuanran and his four people have not been seen these days is because they were held back by this incident.
Who can imagine that a group of Jindan masters were in a room, like a group of children, noisy and red-faced. Some people slapped the table, some yelled, and some were neither yin nor yang. In short, it was very lively.
When Pei Yuanran and his party of four left the Dongfu Palace, despite their amazing cultivation, they all looked tired.
Su was lying on the hospital bed. Even at this time, her face was still covered with a layer of black gauze.
"Are you feeling better today?" Lin Qian asked with concern.
Su nodded and said nothing.
Lin Qian looked quite remorseful. He took out a jade bottle and said softly: "I didn't expect you to be injured this time. It's not my fault. This Qinghua Pill is very good for your body. Take it quickly."
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Su's body trembled slightly.
Her eyes suddenly stared at the jade bottle in Lin Qian's hand.
She had heard the name of Qinghua Dan. It was an extremely expensive and rare elixir, especially suitable for female cultivators. It was of great benefit to their practice. Using it to treat injuries made her feel like it was a waste of resources.
"Who are you?" Su looked away from the jade bottle and stared at Lin Qian, asking coldly.
She has heard the name of Qinghua Dan, but she is also very clear about its rarity. Even though the Xinhu Sword Sect is the leading sect in the Tianyue Realm, they cannot get such a high-level spiritual elixir as Qinghua Dan.
own.
She always thought that Lin Qian was a disciple of an elder of the sect, but when he took out the Qinghua Pill, she suddenly realized that Lin Qian could never be a disciple of the sect.
Another question is, where did the sect's token in Lin Qian's hand come from?
What purpose does he have?
Su's eyes were like arrows, Lin Qian chuckled, his expression was as usual, he just gently placed the Qinghua Pill in front of Su: "In any case, he is not Junior Sister's enemy."
He immediately asked: "I wonder if the matter I asked you last time has any results?"
Seeing Lin Qian's calm face, Su hesitated for a moment, shook his head and said, "It's not him."
Lin Qian seemed not surprised by this result and nodded: "Thank you, Junior Sister. Junior Sister, please relax and rest in peace. As for the matter of sword refining, I will leave it to you. I will not let Junior Sister down."
After saying that, he left.
Su looked at the figure disappearing outside the door, feeling more and more mysterious about this person.
In a remote valley of the Lingying Sect, two people were talking. They were Chang Heng and the yellow-faced man. The two of them seemed to be intact on the surface, but their expressions and spirits were much worse than during the competition.
Both of them were not spared and were injured to varying degrees.
"This is what you want." The yellow-faced man handed over a jade slip.
Chang Heng took the jade slip and put it in his arms without even looking at it.
Seeing that Chang Heng did not move, the yellow-faced man was satisfied: "This is half, which is considered as a deposit. After the work is completed, I will give you the remaining half. I will inform you of the specific time."
Chang Heng nodded and said expressionlessly: "Okay."
