"I didn't expect that the donor could really hold on until he met the young monk, and it was the last battle. Now, the young monk finally understands why you can have such a beauty by your side."
Monk Qijie stood in front of Yang Mu, with a smile that made people feel like spring breeze.
This look was completely different from the ferocious look on his face after he took action.
"You also surprise me. Generally speaking, a flower monk like you should be a villain with little strength.
He was supposed to be beaten up in the ring, and then run away like shit, but in the end, he managed to survive until he faced me, so he is quite capable."
Yang Mu responded with a smile.
Monk Qijie was stunned and said with a smile: "The donor's mouth is quite powerful. I wonder if his skills are equally powerful?"
With that said, he said the Buddha's name and was about to take action.
"Wait!" Yang Mu suddenly said.
Monk Qijie smiled:
"After seeing my strength, the donor wants to admit defeat directly? If so, just ask. From the beginning to the end, I am not interested in your life."
Everyone in the audience thought that Yang Mu wanted to admit defeat, and boos immediately broke out.
In fact, if it were the people in the audience, if they were in Yang Mu's shoes, they would admit defeat without hesitation.
In this case, it is the smartest choice to just admit defeat, recharge your batteries, and prepare for the next competition.
After all, although it is not life-threatening, Qiu Feng's past experience has shown that if you are not careful, you will end up seriously injured!
But for the people in the audience at this moment, it would be too boring for Yang Mu to admit defeat directly.
They just wanted to watch the fun. If Yang Mu gave in, there would be no fun for them.
To everyone's surprise, Yang Mu did not admit defeat, but threw a small porcelain bottle to Monk Qijie.
"This is?"
Monk Qijie took it over, a little confused.
"Golden sore medicine. Apply it to the wound, and then perform exercises to heal the wound for a while, and you will recover. I am not interested in bullying an injured guy. In other words, in this case, beating you up would be too boring."
Yang Mu said lightly.
"Golden sore medicine?"
Monk Qijie looked suspicious.
Could it be that the other party saw that the injuries on his body were not only skin and flesh injuries, but also injuries to the bones. Even though they had been treated, they still hurt slightly. After a fight, it would definitely have an impact?
wrong!
I had even changed my shirt, so the other party couldn't see it directly, they should have guessed it.
Also, is this golden sore medicine really meant to heal yourself, rather than having some conspiracy?
The people in the audience were whispering to each other, and what they said was not much different from what the monk Qijie thought.
"I have been walking around the world for most of my life, and this is the first time I have encountered such a situation. I actually gave healing medicine to my opponent?"
"You must not have the intention of harming others, and you must have the intention of guarding against others! Monk, I advise you not to use that golden sore medicine. The content in it may not be the golden sore medicine, but poison!"
"This Yang Mutian, isn't he going to do whatever it takes to win? Is he trying to use some underhanded trick?"
…
Monk Qijie opened the bottle, smelled it first, and then looked inside.
He looked surprised, and soon, he poured out an emerald-green elixir from inside, and a strange fragrance filled the air.
"Elixir?" Monk Qijie looked at Yang Mu with confusion. Didn't it mean golden sore elixir? How could it be an elixir?
At this time, the old man from Lingbaoxuan on the stage looked at the elixir in Monk Qijie's hand, his eyes brightened, and he walked over quickly.
"Show me!"
Monk Qijie handed the elixir to the other party.
"It's Elder Zhong from Lingbaoxuan! Elder Zhong's strength is not outstanding among the elders of Lingbaoxuan, but his status is very high simply because he is also a very powerful alchemist.
If there is something wrong with this elixir, he will definitely be able to tell it."
Seeing the old man intervene, someone in the audience immediately introduced him.
Although everyone feels that the four major sects are a bit too high-minded, they admire and respect the strong men of the four major sects from the bottom of their hearts.
After hearing this, they all looked at the old man, waiting for him to identify what the elixir was.
"It's really the Tourmaline Loving Tree Pill!" the old man said in surprise.
"Tourmaline Loving Tree Pill? Does that mean it's not a gold sore medicine?" Monk Qijie heard this and asked.
The old man looked at him, as if looking at a country bumpkin: "Why isn't it a golden sore medicine? Crush it into mud and apply it to the wound. That is Penglai Island's top golden sore medicine!
Even in the Treasure Pavilion of my Lingbaoxuan, there are only three pills of this kind left."
As he said that, his eyes turned to Yang Mu:
"How could you easily give such treasures to others, and you are still your opponent? Do you think that even if he recovers completely, you will definitely win?"
"There are no absolutes in this world. I just hope that I can have more fun playing." Yang Mu replied in a calm tone.
He did not say that this elixir was simply refined by him.
In fact, even if you really say it, no one will believe it.
"Hope to have more fun?"
The old man was a little dumbfounded. He gave the opponent such a precious elixir just to have more fun?
That's too willful!
This kid is a prodigal from which force?
He returned the "Tourmaline Loving Tree Pill" to Monk Qijie, walked aside, and said to the other three people:
"Have you noticed, what is the origin of this boy?"
The old man from the Shenyi Sect sneered: "What's the rush? You'll be able to tell when he uses all his strength later! Do you think that with the young monk's strength, he can't use all his strength? Or, do you think he's powerful enough?
Even we can’t see through him?”
The old man from Lingbaoxuan said angrily: "Why are you angry with me! I just knocked a few contestants from the Shenyi Sect off the stage. Why are you, an old man, arguing with a young man?"
The old man from the Shenyi Sect snorted coldly and did not answer.
Monk Qijie looked at the elixir in his hand, hesitated for a moment, took off his shirt, crushed the elixir into mud, and applied it evenly to the wound.
Then, as Yang Mu said, exercise will heal the injury.
Soon, exclamations came from the audience.
I saw that Monk Qijie's wound was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye. In just half a cup of tea, there was only a red mark left on the hideous wound.
Monk Qijie opened his eyes, looked at Yang Mu, and said the Buddha's name: "Amitabha! This is the young monk who uses the heart of a villain to judge the heart of a gentleman——"
"Monk, stop talking nonsense. Do it!"
Yang Mu grinned, turned into an afterimage, and rushed towards the opponent.
At this moment, not only the people in Arena B, but also the audiences in the other nine arenas, including those on the Lingshan Dragon and Phoenix Ranking, or the strong men of the four major sects, all looked this way without exception.