Chapter 717

Han Zifeng was seriously injured and fell to the ground. At the moment he fell, there was a sound of cold breath around the martial arts arena. Everyone was stunned and the scene was silent.

"Zhang Xuan, how dare you lay such a heavy hand?" Mo Changlao suddenly became angry and pushed all of them on Zhang Yitian.

"Oh!" Zhang Yitian didn't feel anything. He turned to the elder's seat and said with a smile, "you elders see clearly that this man is narrow-minded and has been knocked down by me, but he still sneaked into me. I fought back in a hurry. I lost my strength for a moment, so I overturned him to the ground."

When it comes to sophistry, Zhang Yitian did not hesitate to let go. It was a sword that seriously injured people, but turned to the ground in his mouth. As soon as he said this, Han Zifeng, who had only half his life, vomited blood again. He raised his finger to what Zhang Yitian wanted to say. As a result, he didn't breathe, turned his eyes and fainted.

With a gloomy face, Mo Changlao jumped onto the stage, squatted beside Han Zifeng, checked him, and shouted to the nearby guard disciples, "come and carry him down for treatment!"

The disciples came to the stage and carried away Han Zifeng, who was seriously injured and unconscious.

On the stage, elder Mo and Zhang Yitian confronted each other at the same place. Before elder Mo could speak, Zhang Yitian took the lead, and his voice was particularly loud, for fear that others would not hear it.

"Elder Mo, I know Han Zifeng is your disciple. You can understand that you love him, but you have to be fair in everything. You saw that scene just now. If you insist on punishing me, I have nothing to say. I'm afraid elder Mo will lose a reputation for unfairness after this matter." good and bad words were said by Zhang Yitian alone.

Originally, elder Mo had prepared a pile of charges and wanted to press them on Zhang Yitian's head. At the moment, all these words were stuck in his throat and could no longer be said. Otherwise, he would have realized his idea of deliberately favoritism.

"The elder always acts impartially and never favoritism. You don't have to worry. The right and wrong of this matter will be discussed and dealt with by the Council of elders." Mo Changlao put on a selfless face.

Whoa

There was no shortage of people making fun of me. When the old saying fell, there were bursts of sobs from all directions. The intention of ridicule was obvious, and the object of ridicule was self-evident.

Elder Mo's old face suddenly showed a look of anger and shame, but it can't happen at this time, otherwise it will only aggravate the deterioration of the situation and lead to the serious consequences of losing face.

After a pause, Mo Changlao became more and more angry with Zhang Yitian. On the surface, he pretended not to care. He announced with a straight face, "because Zhang Xuan was seriously injured in the competition, his promotion quota is temporarily to be determined. After the elders have studied it, they will announce the results and hope that the later participating disciples can take a warning."

It was beyond everyone's expectation that things had come to this stage, but Zhang Yitian was not so easy to get along with. Elder Mo deliberately deducted his promotion quota, which was obviously for private gain, but there was nothing wrong with the result. After all, people had said that it would be discussed and decided by the Council of elders.

Since Mo Changlao doesn't let him feel better and wants to find fault, he will not give up easily, so Zhang Yitian doesn't need to compromise and offend him to the end, he suggested, "Elder Mo, as Han Zifeng's master, you are not suspected of connivance in this matter, but you are sensitive. The disciple thinks that you should avoid suspicion when the Presbyterian meeting discusses it. My proposal is also for you. What do you think?"

In the past, Zhang Xuan impressed people too deeply. He was a timid person who was submissive. Today, Zhang Yitian's abnormal performance overturned everyone's imagination. No one expected that he would be so difficult. He dared to challenge the elder Mo, a bully of the college.

Everyone felt very happy. Some people even wanted to try to help Zhang Yitian, but they didn't have the courage after all. They just secretly cheered. The most surprised person present was elder Chu Yan. He was the direct leader of Zhang Yitian and knew too much about this cowardly hand, but today he felt strange outside Zhang xuange.

"Is it true that the boy's head was broken by thunder?" Chu Yan thought of an anecdote that was widely spread in the college recently. His mentor Zhang Xuan was broken by thunder and suffered serious sequelae. He didn't say his accomplishments fell, but became unconscious, disowned, and bit people like a mad dog.

But Chu Yan didn't believe this rumor, because he went back to the mountain five days ago. On that day, he personally went to Zhang Xuan and talked with him for a long time. He didn't notice anything wrong with Zhang Xuan. He just felt that this young man had become more talkative than before and seemed to have a lot of wisdom.

But now looking at the scene in front of him, Chu Yan's idea at the beginning wavered. But after watching the confrontation between Zhang Yitian and Mo Changlao, he felt that although Zhang Xuan spoke arrogantly, he would find that all those seemingly arrogant words were on the point.

Because Zhang Yitian has been in seclusion, he didn't know that rumors about him were spreading in the college. He said that his brain was broken by thunder and became delirious. If he knew this, he would have guessed that the disseminator of the rumors was Mo Yu. But Chu Yan didn't know the gratitude and resentment between Mo Yu and Zhang Yitian, so he couldn't judge.

"... Zhang Xuan, don't forget that you are just a little tutor and have no right to interfere with the high-level decisions of the college." elder Mo was so poor that he had to use his identity to pressure people.

"Elder Mo, don't get excited. I'm just talking about the matter. If you don't mind being stabbed in the spine, I'll naturally have no problem." Zhang Yitian steadily prevailed, and his mind became more and more calm. His calm look formed a strong contrast with Mo Changlao's almost out of control face.

Zhang Yitian left wuhuntai and didn't want to stay any longer. He went down the mountain directly and waited for the decision of the Presbyterian Council.

The competition will last for three days. The first day is the primary election, half of the players will be eliminated. The second day is the finalist, the competition will become more cruel, and half of the players will be eliminated again. The third day is the top ten ranking competition, three people will be eliminated, and the remaining ten people will participate in the martial spirit competition half a year later on behalf of canglu college.

Zhang Yitian just returned to the cave. It wasn't long before Han Zimo came after him. As soon as he met, he was excited and said, "elder martial brother, you were so powerful that you beat Han Zifeng, who was five times quenched. Now I just want to know how you did it?"

The reason is very simple, because Zhang Yitian used his vitality. Although Han Zifeng is now five times quenched and his cultivation is much higher than Zhang Yitian, his vitality is the symbol of returning to yuan. When he used his vitality, Zhang Yitian also has the cultivation of returning to yuan. It is reasonable for Han Zifeng to fall.

But things went beyond Zhang Yitian's original plan. He planned to hide his strength and use his strength quietly when he met a really difficult opponent. But Mo Chang was obsessed with it. In order to survive, he had to use his strength to fight Han Zifeng's deadly killing move, which was entirely to protect his life.

Although the actual situation is so, the real situation must not be disclosed, otherwise it will cause countless troubles.

"Nothing, because I took Guiyuan pill and accumulated a lot of vitality in my body. During the war, vitality will be released with the force, and the power of the force will be improved." Zhang Yitian explained casually.

Guiyuan pill was originally a pill that can only be swallowed by monks returning to Yuan territory. However, in order to improve his accomplishments, Zhang Yitian began to swallow it in quenched body territory and kept accumulating his vitality in Yuan orifices. Now, he has accumulated a lot of vitality in Yuan orifices, which is enough to deal with all quenched body monks and even fight with monks returning to Yuan territory.

However, there is no absolute thing. Generally, friars in quench body territory dare not swallow Guiyuan pill. However, when the realm reaches more than six levels, they can break off the pill and swallow only half at a time. In this way, they can temporarily improve their accomplishments. Previously, in the martial arts arena, many people asked Han Zimo to buy Guiyuan pill. Most of them were friars in quenching body territory. They knew this truth, so they were willing to spend Lingshi to buy the pill.

At that time, Zhang Yitian was at the scene. As he saw with his own eyes, many people only swallowed half at a time, or picked a small piece to swallow. In this way, the medicine will be much smaller, not dangerous, and can improve their cultivation. It can be said that it is a good thing to kill two birds with one stone.

"So it is. Han Zifeng is expected to die of depression. Unexpectedly, he lost to the pill, ha ha......" Han Zimo was very happy, but then he thought of elder Mo, and his joy disappeared in an instant, "Alas... Elder martial brother, it seems to be quite soothing today, but elder Mo is not a kind person. He will certainly trouble you. You must be careful in the future."

Since Zhang Yitian chose to fight against him, he didn't want to be afraid, but Han Zimo kindly reminded him that he had to lead. After all, there are not many people who can make friends with him in this alien mainland.

"I'm not afraid of thieves, but I'm afraid of thieves. Since Mo Changlao has an eye on me, those who should come will always come. It's no use trying to avoid. Anyway, it's not our fault. We're not afraid of the shadow." Zhang Yitian said, "it's you who are so close to me. I'm afraid elder Mo knows. You have to be careful."

Han Zimo was very optimistic and joked: "I'm not afraid. If elder Mo dares to target me, I have some ways to make him unhappy. There are not a few people who owe me the spirit stone in the college. At that time, I just want to send a message. Who can help me fix the old guy, and the spirit stone I owe won't have to be repaid. I don't know how many people will be willing to stand out for me. Don't worry."

The two sides chatted for a while. Han Zimo fulfilled his previous promise to invite Zhang Yitian to eat, but Zhang Yitian declined. He said that he would wait until the big competition was over and get together again. Now the most important thing was to practice martial arts. Han Zimo understood this and left immediately.

After seeing Han Zimo off, he casually got some food to fill his stomach. Zhang Yitian got into the basement and began a one-day retreat. Although elder Mo announced that his promotion quota was to be determined, the preparatory work still needs to be done. In case the Presbyterian Council agrees to his promotion, he won't rush into battle.