Chapter 32

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Wenren admired Jun Yanzhi on the stage, his face was dim.

Since one year ago, from time to time in Qingxu Sect, some people have compared them. I do n’t know who said it, and slowly there is such a kind of * ——

Both of them are modest gentlemen, but they are too hard-working, and Jun Yan’s temperament is born. In other words, Wen Renmu is like water with fragrance, and Jun Yanzhi is colorless and tasteless water. Real water is not fragrant, it is too fragrant but fake.

In this regard, Wen Renmu was a little angry.

How busy is this?

Indeed, Jun Yan’s elegant temperament is the same as himself, but a bit more natural than himself, seems a bit reluctant, as if he did not want to be so elegant.

… It’s just too bullying.

This person always gives him a feeling of something not right, which makes him afraid.

This dark mood, he talked to others a few times, but in exchange for the embarrassing glances of the masters and brothers “you are jealous, you want to discredit him, we all understand”, no resonance.

So he never said any more, and closed his mouth humbly.

What happened to everyone, was he blindfolded?

The deacon disciple said on the ring: “Hui Shifeng Jun Yanzhi is ready, please give me your advice.”

The voice didn’t fall. A short fat man flew down from the stage. He was in a gray coat, without a gloomy face, and his voice was hoarse. It was uncomfortable like gravel rubbing iron plates: “I’ll try.”

Liu Qianmo gritted his teeth and whispered, “It really is him!”

The head of Hong Xiufeng, Zhao Ningtian!

Ku Jinping whispered softly: “I heard that Brother Jun offended him a few days ago, what happened?”

Liu Qian said strangely, “Why did your Brother Jun offend him? It’s just rumors that Master Shi once said that Hui Shifeng inherited the” Covered Grass “, and it will not be the worst in the future. Red Xiufeng has become the bottom pulse. “

Kuching flatly said: “Zhao Feng has a strong temperament, but I’m afraid of thorns in my heart …”

Mo Shaoyan couldn’t help wondering: “Brother Jun doesn’t like life, he is cautious, and he pays special attention to words. How can he say such naive words?”

“Someone is provocative, but I don’t know who it is.”

Gu Jinping said, “Then Zhao Feng believes?”

Liu Qianmo said: “Whether you believe it or not, we found ‘Yunmu Lingshi’ a year ago. With the ancient scrolls, he has been holding a breath in his heart, and he can’t vent it. Such rumors are poking at his pain. He is afraid to take this opportunity to teach your brother and sister a meal, take the opportunity to hit us, and let out the evil in my heart.

Mo Shaoyan couldn’t help worrying: “So, isn’t Brother Jun sad about this?”

He Ling said coldly: “We are reasonable at the bottom, they will find someone to be angry at the bottom, too bullying.”

Liu Qianmo bowed his head, his voice getting weaker and quieter: “If our Master is also here, let us take the lead …”

How good should that be?

Wen Jing held the bag in his hand, and only watched the situation on the ring.

Zhao Ningtian looked at Jun Yanzhi coldly.

There is a very light fragrance in the nose …

He frowned, his chunky body suddenly leaped suddenly, a bright light in his hand, and a yellow long sword appeared. He waved in the air, and suddenly there were thousands of blades, all of them stabbing towards Jun Yan, showing the trend of the Tian Luo Di Net, which made people unable to escape.

“The snow is falling in the mountains!” Someone was excited.

Jun Yan’s avoidance is inevitable. The only way is to jump off the ring and roll on the ground to avoid it.

Zhao Ningtian is forcing Jun Yan to step down to admit defeat, otherwise he will suffer from Wanwan’s piercing.

Jun Yanzhi kept quiet, his hands quickly drew in the air, and suddenly a shield appeared covering his whole body, and his slender eyes looked at Zhao Ningtian coldly.

“Master Jun, step down!” Liu Qianmo was anxious.

If you don’t bother to lose one, you will have to lose face and regret it!

He Ling whispered: “Yeah.”

Wenrenmu can’t help but feel comfortable. Zhao Ningtian’s skill is extremely powerful, and he has used seven successes. This Spirit Shield cannot be blocked for a moment, and Jun Yan will be seriously injured and even … will die.

Only hearing a few clear sounds, the blade hit the spirit shield, and pushed Yan Yanzhi to the edge of the ring with a strong force.

Then the Spirit Shield shattered and the Aura scattered.

Several people screamed, “Brother Jun!”

I thought a few blades would pierce my body, and blood was flowing, but the miserable scene didn’t happen. After the shield was broken, there were still a few places frozen in the air, glowing with white light. It turned out that the hands of Fang Caijun’s hands were the place where several spirit blades flew, and he specially placed a second layer of obstacles.

On the occasion of the moment, I was able to discern the direction of the Spirit Blade. How calm and careful did I need to say.

It’s just a hundred secrets, and those obstacles only protect his body.

So, Jun Yanzhi’s thigh was stabbed by a spirit blade, exuding blood from the puppet.

In a few moments, a few clear sounds were heard again. When the second obstacle was about to break, the surrounding blades had already passed by, and there was no danger. Jun Yanzhi flew up into the air, a few turned over, and fluttered to the ground, his blue shirt flying up.

The audience was quiet for a moment, and applause broke out.

Hui Shifeng’s disciples shouted with excitement: “Master Jun wins!”

The deacon disciple shouted, “Hui Shifeng Junyan blocked a move and got five stones!”

Zhao Ningtian frowned deeply, looking coldly at Jun Yanzhi, but suddenly hesitated.

The fragrance in the nose is getting stronger and stronger, disturbing his consciousness …

The deacon disciple reminded softly: “Master Zhao Feng, one move has passed and it’s time to return to the stage.”

Zhao Ningtian only stared at Jun Yanzhi closely, the red light flashed in his eyes, and his body was trembling.

“Master Zhao Feng … Master Zhao Feng?” The deacon disciple felt something wrong and shouted softly.

Suddenly, a turbulent aura spread from the ring, Zhao Ningtian held a yellow sword in his hands, his eyes were red, and he stabbed at one of Junyan’s swords.

“Oh!” The deacon’s disciples stood unstable and fell off the ring.

Jun Yanzhi’s eyebrows were locked tightly, and he turned around several times on the ring, thrillingly avoided a sword, and calmly shouted, “Master Zhao Feng, a trick has passed!”

The disciples in the audience shouted anxiously: “Master Zhao Feng, you can’t fight any more!”

Liu Qianmo frowned: “It’s not right, look into his eyes!”

Kuching Ping’s shortness of breath: “Same as the disciples in Shuiyue Palace that day!”

He Ling and Wen Jing have already rushed up.

Zhao Ningtian did not kill him with one stroke, but Yantai had broken a large hole, but he was crazy and issued another stroke. His aura was surging.

Jun Yan’s wolf flew into the air, but He Xiu thought that the gap was too large, but his arm and chest were swept by the sword front, and the blood flow ceased.

He Ling was standing on the ring at this time, and a spirited blade hit Zhao Ningtian. The man was only attacking, he did not avoid, he was injured in the back, blood poured out, and a roar was issued.

He’s like a beast of abnormality at this moment, unconscious, just wants to kill, and rushes towards He Ling.

Wen Jing quickly supported Jun Yan, tears in his eyes: “Master Jun …”

“… maybe.”

Hong Xiufeng’s disciples are unknown, so I was looking at the weird heart on the stage, seeing that Zhao Ningtian was injured, and annoyed: “Three people besieged our master!”

Speaking, he will fly to the ring to fight.

A war broke out, and a strong male voice came from the air: “You must not be wanton!”

“Mr. Xi!”

The man in the dark green uniform fell on the ring, his sleeves swayed lightly, and he gave off an aura of ups and downs. Zhao Ningtian stood erratic with this aura, snarled, and hacked away towards Xi Fang.

Xi Fang slightly locks her eyebrows, her sleeves flick, but her aura is thunderous.

Zhao Ningtian stroked his chest, spit out blood, and closed his eyes on the ground.

There is silence under the ring.

Several peak owners flew down to the ring, looking at Zhao Ningtian and bowing their heads without saying a word.

Xi Fang instructed his elder disciple, Zhu Ge, “to shackle Master Zhao Feng with black iron and lock him in jail, investigate the matter thoroughly!”

“Yes.” Zhu Geen ordered a few disciples and lifted Zhao Ningtian lightly.

The crowd whispered and talked.

“What’s going on?”

“I don’t know, it seems the same as Shuiyue Palace a few years ago …”

“Are the sages controlled? No killer has been identified so far.”

“The disciples in Shuiyue Palace seem to be poisoned …”

“Don’t Master Zhao Feng just return from the foot of the mountain? Was he poisoned when he went down?”

“How did it happen until now?”

“I don’t know …”

Xi looked at the severely injured Jun Yanzhi and He Ling, and said aloud, “This is the end of today ’s test, and it will continue three days later. The disciples should concentrate on their cultivation, and not speculate on it. Do you know? “

“Yes!”

Xi Fang whispered to Lu Changqing again, “turn over here, check carefully and carefully.”

“Yes.”

·

The incident of Zhao Ningtian caught everyone off guard. Both Jun Yanzhi and He Ling were both seriously ill and returned to their residences to rest. Among the disciples of Hui Shifeng, only Jun Yanzhi and Mo Shaoyan knew how to repair, but Mo Shaoyan was too shallow and not very useful. After Xi Fang knew, he sent someone to heal them.

After working in the middle of the night, the injuries of the two are better and finally stable. Everyone was exhausted, and a few young ones were so tired that they slept asleep, and Liu Qianmo hurried to rest.

Wen Jing is still sitting on the edge of the bed, holding a small bowl, feeding Jun Yanzhi a bite and drinking porridge.

Liu Qianmo’s upper and lower eyelids fight: “Master Jun, you are better now, I’m going to bed first.”

Jun Yan’s busy voice: “Brother go to rest.”

“… Do you still want to stay here?” Liu Qianmo raised an eyebrow at Wen Jing.

Wen Jing feeds Junyan a mouthful of porridge, whispering: “I’m sleeping here tonight.”

Liu Qianmo said dumbly: “… you really care about your junior brother. That’s all, stay with me. I’ll go first.”

“Brother walk slowly,” Jun Yan said politely.

Liu Qianmo stopped talking nonsense and nodded.

The door wasn’t closed tightly, and staggered to hide.

Wen Jing is still sitting quietly, feeding him bite by bite, his voice choked: “Does it hurt?”

I know this is the result, but I can’t stop it.

The contest is decided by lottery. If Wen Jing wants to change his life, it means that he has to give up the opportunity and not be able to participate in the five major factions. Such consequences are even more unbearable …

Jun Yanzhi whispered: “There is still a little …”

Wen Jing put the small bowl down and touched Jun Yanzhi’s forehead: “What to do? Can you use the repair method to heal the injury?”

“… Ca n’t gather reiki, and my body is cold.”

“I’ll make up for you!” Wen Jing quickly grasped his wrist.

The warm sun’s air gradually flows into the body, spreading to the limbs, and it really makes people feel more comfortable. The two sat quietly, and Wen Jing again said, “Are you better?”

Jun Yanzhi bowed his head slightly: “… Aura is warm, but it’s a bit slow.”

“………” It is naturally not the fastest way to cross your breath …

“………”

After a long silence, the atmosphere is a bit embarrassing. Wen Jing finally gritted his teeth and said, “If I … rely on my breath, will my brother feel offended?”

Jun Yanzhi ’s head is lowered a little deeper: “… it ’s not offensive for healing.”

“… also, too.”

Jun Yanzhi is lying down, Wen Jing slightly raises his head, his face slowly approaches.

“Don’t care, we’re healing.”

“Hmm …”

Men’s nose touched, Wen Jing’s face was hot, and her lips were lightly pressed, soft and smooth, with a little bit of crispy / matting.

“Brother, you open your mouth.”

“Hmm …”

Men clearly agreed but did not respond, Wen Jing focused on opening his lips with Junyan’s lips, and closed the small **** regular manner, and the warmth of the body was pouring out.

Jun Yanzhi’s hand is wrapped around Wen Jing’s waist.

The two adjusted their postures slightly, Wen Jing bowed his head on his body, and healed his heart and soul.

He said vaguely, “Are you comfortable?”

“Hmm …”

If the tongue is swept across the ground, Wen Jing only feels numb and crisp, and an indescribable warm wave is coming, slowly forgetting everything around him.

I do n’t know how long, all of a sudden, a squeak at the door, Liu Qianmo’s weird voice came: “What are you doing?”

Wen Jing paused, looked up and sat up half-heartedly, and saw Liu Qianmo and He Ling standing at the door, looking at him strangely.

“I, I’m …” Wen Jing rubbed his lips and stuttered.

He Ling frowned: “Your brother is seriously injured, do you take advantage of him?”

Wen Jing’s tears swirled slowly: “No, no …”

He wanted to cry without tears, and looked down at the posture of the two. He sat on Jun Yan’s body unceremoniously, and suddenly felt a little inexplicable.

Jun Yanzhi sat up half calmly, “He is healing me.”

Liu Qianmo frowned, glanced at He Ling, and closed her mouth tightly.

He Ling said lightly, “Heal yourself, just heal yourself.”