Jing Yixiang is a fifth-grade monk, and his muscles and bones are very strong. He will not fall down just because someone hits him.
But Zhao Yisu had already absorbed all the mana from the Full Moon Knife at this moment, gathered the spiritual power he breathed in at his feet, turned on the speed of walking on the wind, and brought her and the Full Moon Knife forward to hit hard!
In her opinion, this is a desperate fight, but in Jing Yixiang's opinion, this is called warm fragrant nephrite, throwing herself into his arms!
It was under this violent impact that Jing Yixiang subconsciously protected Zhao Yisu, thinking not to let her beautiful face hit the ground first when they fell together.
But Zhao Yisu didn't give him this chance, so she played the second talisman.
The talisman was stuck in her palm. She hid it from everyone's eyes and slapped the talisman directly on Jing Yixiang's chest.
The distance was too close and the attack was too fast. Jing Yixiang had no time to react. When he was pushed backwards by inertia, this fourth-level attack talisman became the last straw that broke the camel's back. Although his spiritual power was weak, it was enough. Send the person standing on the edge of the ring off the cliff!
He fell out of the ring.
The falling movement was slowed down very slowly, and one hand was still raised forward, as if expecting Zhao Yisu to give him a lift...
All he saw was Zhao Yisu's smile.
That was because he was sure that he had won, and had a very comfortable and cheerful smile.
So Jing Yixiang was willing to die of drunkenness in this smile. He raised his lips slightly and leaned back. It wasn't until he fell heavily to the ground that he felt the obvious pain in his heart. It was the handle of the Full Moon Knife at his heart. A crescent moon mark was smashed out.
He clutched his chest, with an intoxicated smile on his face, and looked up at the sky. He felt that the world was bright and bright, and the flowers in the world were blooming. Nothing could make him feel happier than at this moment!
The mute button was pressed on the world, and it seemed that I could still smell the fragrance of flowers before my eyes... It was only muted for two seconds, and then the dream was shattered by a roar: "I'll beat you to death, you little son of a bitch!"
A fist hit Jing Yixiang's face violently, causing Jiang Yunchen to secretly close the tricks under his sleeves and relax his eyebrows.
——"Second Senior Brother! Second Senior Brother, stop fighting!"
"Go away! If I don't kill this conspicuous guy today, I won't be worthy of being the second senior brother of the Yanshui Sect! Jingyi Township, you son of a bitch, is this place a big stage for your courtship! You're simply ruining us!" The Water Sect has been completely disgraced! Where is the master?! Where is the master?!"
"Second Senior Brother, don't be excited. You have forgotten that Master has passed away..."
"Yes, yes, then lift off the coffin of Master and his old man, and bury this senior brother with him! I @#￥%...!!"
In the blink of an eye, Jing Yixiang was completely transformed by the rainstorm pear blossom fist of "Second Senior Brother", and was finally carried by the junior brothers and sisters of the Yanshui Sect with all hands and feet and quickly disappeared from everyone's sight...
After everyone had gone away, a burst of violent laughter broke out from the edge of the ring!
——"Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!"
——"I thought about Zhao Yisu's 10,000 ways to play, but I didn't expect that he ended up relying on a beauty trap!"
As soon as the man finished speaking, he felt a small bug fly into his throat, choking him and coughing violently while covering his neck, and he couldn't say any more words.
Jiang Yunchen silently disappeared from behind him and took a detour to the other side of the arena. Zhao Yisu was already surrounded by several disciples from Fuxi Mountain.
She pursed her lips tightly and could not speak. She had no spiritual power, and she was able to withstand the opponent's last big move with only a full moon sword. Now if there is a blood bar on her head, it can be seen that there is only a trace of life left. It's silky, and it's all supported by one breath.
Jiang Yunchen: "Stand firm."
He grabbed her with one hand, Zhao Yisu used his strength to stand firm, and then Jiang Yunchen quickly let go of his hand.
"Go outside the ring and vomit blood, otherwise you will be even more famous for using a honey trap to win the first ring."
After he finished speaking, he walked forward calmly, opening a path for her in the crowd.
Zhao Yisu gritted his teeth and stared at Jiang Yunchen's footprints. He took one step and she followed. Only in this way could he ignore the pain that was about to break his whole body. He stood firm despite the severe vertigo and walked forward...
The noise of the crowd gradually faded away, and two more people stood on the Xinzihao ring, providing the spectators with the next exciting showdown.
The air around him became colder as the people dispersed. Zhao Yisu had no spiritual protection, and a layer of goosebumps appeared on his exposed skin.
The person in front stopped, and the footprints guiding her forward disappeared. Zhao Yisu stood unsteadily and caught Jiang Yunchen's gaze.
Jiang Yunchen: "There is no one here anymore."
After Zhao Yisu heard this, he spurted a mouthful of blood directly forward: "Pfft——" His whole body went weak and he fell down on the spot.
Jiang Yunchen caught the person, picked him up and flew away.
He flew out two steps and was stopped by someone who was chasing after him: "Senior Brother Jiang! Senior Brother Jiang—" The man's voice was not far behind him.
A hint of murderous intent flashed in Jiang Yunchen's eyes, and he secretly thought that he didn't realize anyone was following him at such a close distance. His spiritual consciousness is several times stronger than that of an ordinary fifth-grade monk, but he didn't find this person?
The man chasing behind said: "Fuxishan has booked a guest room in the main city in advance. Now Yanyun Continent is full of people inside and outside. Even the caves in the countryside have been occupied by casual cultivators. You can take Senior Sister Zhao out and look for them too." If you can’t get to a quiet place, why don’t you go back with me.”
Jiang Yunchen then turned around and glanced at the young monk chasing after him. He felt that he looked familiar: "Qianxing?"
Qianxing was flattered. He didn't expect the cold Jiang Yunchen to remember his name, and said hurriedly: "Yes. Senior Brother Jiang, please come with me."
He flew ahead to lead the way, while Jiang Yunchen quickly glanced at him with his spiritual consciousness.
Third grade cultivation.
How could it be possible that he was only at the third level and was able to hide it from his own spiritual consciousness?
Qianxing was brought to the place in the blink of an eye. As he said, there was an entire inn on the main street that was booked by Fuxishan. All the inns were occupied by fellow disciples, which was safer than outside.
The top floor is reserved for the fifth-grade monks of the sect, and Ren Jinghua is in one of them. There are two other guest rooms facing each other reserved for him and Zhao Yisu.
Jiang Yunchen chose one of the rooms, carried Zhao Yisu in his arms, and threw a barrier behind him, blocking Qianxing's curious eyes.
Qianxing had no choice but to close the door and sighed at the door.
Seeing how Senior Sister Zhao was covered in blood and so seriously injured, what should I do? The news that he had reached the 98th floor of the Hidden Treasure Tower has not yet been told to her.
However, as long as Senior Brother Jiang is here, there should be no problem... Even though he thought so, he still didn't leave and sat down in the corridor to protect the two people.
