It's just a little bit.
Not a lot.
After all, there are only eight people in one Pavilion, and four of them are borrowed. It's a bit too miserable. It doesn't look like it.
"Master!"
The first one who rushed to the stage was Mu Ziyan, the second disciple of Hongyan Pavilion.
Then, yeruge, the elder martial sister of Hongyan Pavilion, rushed up immediately. Two women, one left and one right, helped up and knelt on the ground. Their knees were black and they couldn't move. They were all in a cold sweat with pain. Their face was as white as death.
"Master, take a painkiller." Seeing the fragile appearance of junyanxin, the night is like a song, not to mention how distressed it is, I quickly take out a pill bottle and pour it out to feed it to junyanxin's mouth.
But Jun Yan's heart is too painful, and his lips are trembling.
Painkiller pills to the lips, the lips are unable to pocket, there is no strength to swallow, the pill actually directly from the lips rolled to the ground.
Jun Yan's heart is so painful that he can't even speak.
Only a pair of eyes, but also very reluctant to stare at the ground that a pain pill, corner of the eyes faint tears emerge, may be angry with their own incompetence.
Yeruge and muziyan never saw Shifu show this appearance. At that time, their eyes were red, and their tears were falling down: "Wuwuwuwu, Shifu, how can you... How can you... Wuwu..."
After giving you a painkiller again, just give it to Jun Yanxin.
The two women hugged Jun Yan and began to cry.
After crying for a while, maybe they felt a little humiliated, so they helped their master and walked off the stage. It was delivered to the grandstand area of Hongyan Pavilion.
On the high bench.
The owner of the treasure Pavilion frowned: "it's said that it's a viewing contest. You can order it until it's finished. Is it too heavy for me to start
Mo Yan returned to the judges after the competition.
In the face of doubt, he did not change his face: "heavy? I've only done half a trick. "
The owner's face was blue, red and white for a while, like a palette. It was very wonderful.
His accomplishments are not much higher than those of the master of Hongyan Pavilion.
They didn't reach the Zifu stage, and they struggled for a long time in the congenital great circle. They couldn't make progress in a few years or more.
Mo Yan only used half a move to hit the red lady Pavilion owner, which means that Mo Yan only needs one move at most to hit himself.
the younger generation will surpass the older!
It's so... It makes him jealous!
I have a bad feeling in my heart.
I feel like a dwarf.
The old face is hot.
"What's the matter? I didn't break my legs. I just broke my knee. It's no big deal." Zimucheng, the leader of Changsheng Pavilion, said with a casual look, "it's inevitable that there will be casualties in the competition. The master of Mo pavilion has already made enough concessions. Otherwise, with his real strength, the master of Hongyan Pavilion is afraid of losing his life. "
My family is definitely towards my family.
If xiaoqianmo is engaged or even married to Mo Yan, he will definitely be a family.
He has absolutely no reason to unite with outsiders to attack his own family.
Smoke Pavilion Lord's face is more ugly, can't believe to sweep to purple Mu Cheng's direction, way: "Dan Tai Pavilion Lord, what's the matter with you, isn't the beauty Pavilion Lord your best friend?"
Purple Mu Cheng's eyes twitched.
Heart, who and that conceited, like to do things old woman is a close friend.