Lu Zhi saw Ling Wudi shaking his head and didn't know who she was sighing for. He wanted to ask clearly, but he heard a scream from the side of the stage.
He raised his eyes and looked up at the ring. The little girl who had been so lively just now, looking like a newborn calf who was not afraid of tigers, had the copper hammer beside her. She could no longer stand up, and there was black blood flowing out of her mouth!
"Damn, no, what kind of skill does this old man have? So fast?" Lu Zhi was so depressed that he missed the most important scene on the stage by ducking out of the way.
In the scene just now, the old man made a move very quickly. Even many people who were staring at the stage didn't see it clearly. They just saw the old man's hand. A burst of silver dust like silver powder was scattered out, and the girl had already flown out.
Two flying bodies...
There was a moment of silence on and off the stage. The little girl who was beaten away vomited blood and said fiercely: "You are despicable! How can you fight for the medicine fairy for an old immortal like you!"
At this time, the old man had swept away the decadent air just now, and instead showed a bit of arrogance that the winner is the king, saying: "Humph, the competition in the Medicine Immortal Conference is medicine knowledge, cultivation and alchemy. No one stipulates that the competition is
Virtue... If you want to be virtuous, you might as well go to the annual poetry conference, where there are many literati..."
In this continent, martial arts is respected, and only those with poor physical aptitudes will practice poetry more to cultivate their emotions and obtain fame so as not to be stepped on by others. However, the monks in the world look down on those who recite poetry and dance.
Literary man, what the old man said right now is absolutely humiliating to the monk.
Sure enough, as soon as these words came out, the little girl who fell on the ground picked up the copper hammer on the side again, used the remaining spiritual power to strike hard, and even swept the old man's feet from the lower body, and the copper hammer in her hand danced.
With momentum and dexterity like the wind... there were waves of applause from the audience again.
Ling Wudi shook his head. This kind of competition is just for fame and fortune. Unfortunately, if his life is gone, what's the use of fame and fortune?
The old man dodged and dodged to the left without making any move, but the girl kept making moves and missed every move. Her posture was unable to damage the old man in the slightest.
The girl's move, coupled with the fact that she had been injured by the old man, she was already exhausted after a while, and her movements gradually slowed down. The old man found an opening and took action again. Those silver powders were facing directly.
The girl threw it away and saw that the girl's body flew out of the icicle. The hard icicle also broke where it was hit, which shows how powerful the impact was!
The winner had been announced, and the referee immediately announced that the old man had won, while the imperial doctor at the venue had already stepped forward to diagnose and treat him.
After an unlucky moment, one of the imperial doctors looked at Ming Huang on the stage with an uncertain expression: "Your Majesty, this girl has been poisoned... I'm afraid... I am powerless!"
"Several Poisons?" Emperor Mo was shocked. The icicle was just broken. How could there be several Poisons?
Yurou glanced at the little girl who fell to the ground in the audience, but she chuckled and said: "Then ask the old man to save her! If the poison can't be cured, why talk about a medicine fairy... Humph!"
Lu Zhi was frightened. In previous years, there were many poisoning incidents during the competitions at the Medicine Fairy Tournament. However, it was so miserable today... He couldn't sit still.
"What are you doing?" Ling Wudi looked at Lu Zhi who was about to stand up.
Lu Zhi's fair baby face now had a solemn look that was inconsistent with his age: "I want to go take a look... I can't watch you die, right?"
Ling Wudi was surprised. It was rumored that Gan He, the Poison Master, was moody, and so were his disciples. In her impression, Lu Zhi was also an unruly and unruly person. Only today did she know in her heart that she might have been wrong all along...
Using some spiritual power in his hand, Ling Wudi pushed Lu Zhi back to the chair with his palm.
"Invincible, you..." Lu Zhi opened his crystal clear eyes in surprise.