Without saying a word, Qingyun poured out several bottles of elixirs from the treasure bag. Then he opened Yao Pofeng's mouth, which was bleeding continuously, and poured a whole bottle in. The injury was not cured, but instead The second young master choked and was sent away on the spot.
In the end, Yaomei still felt sorry for her brother. She only listened to Yao Xianzi proclaiming the Buddha's name and clasping her hands together, without seeing any other movements. A small healing array was formed in the blink of an eye, allowing the second young master's pierced chest to heal quickly. It was truly miraculous. .
On one side, there are several people busy taking care of the rich and young, and on the other side, there is a lonely young man who no one cares about. If it is paired with some west wind and fallen leaves, the scene will be more emotional.
However, the crowd who were watching did not wait for the referee to announce the winner. Instead, they waited for the strong man in the wind control realm to ask sternly:
"Junior, what's your name?"
This wind-controlling monk looked to be in his forties. He was dressed in a spotless pure white brocade robe, with symmetrical golden sword-shaped patterns embroidered on each shoulder. A sheathed sword was suspended out of thin air behind him. Extraordinary momentum.
"Didn't my name be registered when I signed up? You can tell by looking at the records."
"you!"
The young monk answered with a puzzled look on his face. I don't know whether it was because of his innocence and simplicity, or because he was arrogant.
At this time, his tied long hair was messed up due to the battle, and now it is hanging on his shoulders, looking more and more calm. There is even a slightly maternal softness on his face, making people look more and more like a woman.
"I asked, and your answer was, where does all this nonsense come from?"
The mood of the monk Yufeng seemed to be quite impatient.
"I remember to be polite, shouldn't you tell someone your family address before asking for their name?"
"Arrogant!"
As soon as these words came out, the imperial monk couldn't hold back any longer. He was so angry that he blew his beard and stared, and the sword behind him also buzzed, just like a loyal dog roaring on behalf of its master.
However, he finally endured the anger in his heart and continued to ask:
"The breath you exhale while performing the exercises is not similar to the exercises of our Immortal Sword Sect, so how did you acquire the Three Ultimate Sword Qi?"
Upon hearing this, the bottle that Qingyun poured the elixir for Yao Pofeng was suspended in the air, causing the second young master to almost faint.
"Three unique sword energies?"
The look of confusion on the young monk's face was even worse.
"It's the three sword lights you used to attack him just now!"
"Isn't that the Six Paths? And it finally combined into one, it's not the "Three Absolutes"? It should be called the Six Absolute Sword Qi or the One Absolute Sword Qi, right?"
Phew~
Hearing this, even Yao Pofeng, who was panting heavily and looking like a dead dog, laughed out loud and sprayed Qingyun's head and face with the elixir mixed with blood.
"Ah! You junior, you are so angry with me!"
With a clang sound, the long sword behind the monk Yufeng was unsheathed. The sharp sword light was like a peacock spreading its tail, and each sword seemed to contain the terrifying power of breaking mountains.
"I ask again, where did you secretly learn the three sword skills? If you still don't tell the truth, don't blame me for being ruthless with the sword!"
At this time, anyone with a discerning eye can see that this young monk may have secretly learned the powerful skills of the Immortal Sword Sect from somewhere, but now he was caught red-handed.
But just when the atmosphere in the venue was getting more and more tense, a beautiful voice that was as beautiful as dragon's poems and magical sounds also came slowly:
"Fellow Taoist Mingyu, why would you bother a junior?"
Surprisingly, it was the guest from Hongchen who was holding Wang Xuandan!
"This...Hong...fellow Taoist from Chang'an, I think the trick that this guy just used is familiar to you, right?"
"Well, it does have the sword power of the Three Ultimate Sword Qi."
The curtains of Hongchen Guest moved slightly, as if nodding in affirmation.
"Then you're still talking for him!"
Of course, the sword cultivator named Mingyu only dared to keep these words in his heart and feel angry quietly, but he still said politely:
"Then he..."
Hongchenke raised his hand to interrupt Mingyu, and then said to the young monk:
"I'm Chang'an, what's your name?"
"My name is Xiao."
The young monk showed a pair of bright white teeth, a bright smile, and looked very innocent, but his words made Mingyu so angry that he almost ran away again.
"Hmm...Xiao, what was the name of that move you just made?"
"No name, I made it myself."
"nonsense!"
Mingyu sternly denied it.
"Auntie~ He is so fierce, he is a bad person, I am afraid~"
A loud shout frightened Wang Xuandan into shrinking into Hongchen Guest's arms, and pointed at Ming Yu with a sweet voice, causing the old boy's face to turn blue and white.
"Be good, don't be afraid of Xuan Dan~"
Caressing the little guy's head lovingly, Hongchenke spoke softly, but Mingyu felt as if his chest and back were being pointed at by thousands of swords, so he quickly lowered his voice.
"The three unique sword energies are so chilling and brutal that they can only be mastered with the help of our own secret method of tempering the soul. How can others understand it so easily?"
"Yes, what do you mean by Fellow Taoist Lighting, is the secret method of tempering the soul of your sect secretly learned by him?"
"this…"
Hongchenke's rhetorical question made Mingyu speechless for a moment, and he couldn't help but secretly thought the same thing.
The Three Absolute Sword Qi is not like any other technique in our sect. It is really not easy to learn it secretly. Could it be that I really admitted my mistake?
Of course, Mingyu couldn't let it go, but he still sheathed the sword that scattered the green light, then took a deep breath and said calmly:
"Then where did you come from?"
"The Bamboo and Stone Sword Sect."
"The Bamboo and Stone Sword Sect?"
Smacking his lips, Mingyu frowned and thought for a long time, but he couldn't remember which corner of the mountain sect he was nesting in. How could such a genius freak pop up.
"Can any grass, wood, bamboo, or stone be used as a sword?"
"Exactly! Chang'an, how do you know the core secret of our Bamboo and Stone Sword Sect?!"
Xiao's face was full of surprise, while Hongchenke smiled. The graceful curtain covered her face that had never been seen by the world, but through the direction in which she turned her head, everyone turned their attention to another person. people.
"Damn, why are you looking at me!"
The young man cursed crazily in his heart.
At this time, Mingyu seemed to have remembered something, slapped his forehead suddenly, and then started a spiritual communication with Xiao.
Xiao Xiao nodded casually, and then Mingyu's expression miraculously relaxed.
"It turns out that you are the disciple of that senior! It seems that I was reckless. Please ask my friend to say hello to the senior on behalf of me and my brother Mingjue."
Qingyun couldn't help but glance at Mingyu twice, but he didn't expect that this guy's brother was actually the bright sword, Mingjue.
"no problem!"
Xiao tilted her head again and agreed loudly, her bright smile full of innocence.
Then I saw Ming Yu, the majestic swordsman in the Wind Control Realm of the Immortal Sword Sect, and for the first time, he was the same junior in the Concentration Realm. He clasped his fists first. His attitude changed completely, and everyone who saw it was amazed.
Bamboo and Stone Sword Sect?
night?
The mysterious boy and the unknown hidden sect, this is clearly the beginning of a legendary story!
"Fellow Taoist Chang'an, in your opinion, how should this competition be judged?"
Mingyu stroked his three-inch long beard and asked humbly to the guest, who seemed to be a true example of his brother Mingjue's smooth conduct in life.
"Of course the second young master won."
"Depend on!"
Yao Pofeng cursed and spurted blood again.
"Rogue! Can you do some exercises to heal your injuries first! If you continue like this, you will really die from 'Youquan'!"
Qingyun cursed angrily, and then he, Luo Yixian and others quickly accelerated the speed of transmitting spiritual power into the healing array.
"Uh, why?"
Mingyu asked puzzledly.
“If you don’t bring a pen with you during the night exam, you will get zero points~”
Phew~
The winner who was not the winner and the loser who was not the loser looked at each other and then laughed together, seemingly quite congenial.
As the monk in charge of recording Zhijing Cave announced the end of the school exam, everyone watching the competition also left one after another. Even if there were interested people who wanted to explore some information, they were driven away by Ming Yu's sharp sword-like gaze.
Although Yao Pofeng's vitality finally stopped declining at a frightening and terrifying speed, there was a sickly blush on his pale cheeks, which clearly showed the severity of his injuries.
But from the beginning to the end, the second young master's energy and spirit were quite good. On the one hand, it was because practicing Youquan might be like walking on thin ice, but it also gave him terrifying recovery ability. On the other hand, it was because the barriers to his own realm had just improved a little. The feeling of looseness and resonance with heaven and earth made him extremely excited.
Except for the panting after overdrafting, if Yao Mengxun hadn't held on for dear life, he would have escaped from the healing formation, which was not much bigger than a doghouse.
"Youquan can force out the potential, but it is difficult to control that point. One less point will not help, and one more point will harm the body. It seems that Brother Feng is really destined to this magical skill."
Just as Qingyun was secretly sighing in his heart, Xiao slowly walked forward, smiled at Yao Pofeng and said:
"Second Young Master, you are not inferior to me in strength, but because we are not on the same path of cultivation. For example, in ten years, a lion cub can grow into a king on the grassland, while a turtle can only crawl in the shallows. But a hundred years later, all that is left of the former lion is a broken skeleton in the wind, but the back of the turtle can already support mountains and shake the heavens and the earth, some comparisons are meaningless."
"Haha, I never care about winning or losing, but are you trying to comfort me?"
"No, because I haven't met an opponent as interesting as you for a long time. I'm very happy."
"Hahahaha, me too! By the way, why do you call me Second Young Master too?"
"Isn't that what they all call you?"
Xiao's face was filled with question marks, and Yao Pofeng rolled his eyes and slightly raised the corners of his mouth again. With this expression, Qingyun knew that he must have some bad intentions.
"Hehe, actually in private they all call me Brother Feng, you should also call me Brother Feng."
"Okay, Brother Feng!"
Everyone has a black line on their forehead.
"Haha, our Second Young Master's Gang has a new general today!"
Yao Pofeng laughed wildly, Luo Shaozong also kept applauding, but only the innocent Xiao still had a big question mark on her face.
Then Hou Xiao turned around unexpectedly and looked straight at Qingyun, who was less than a foot away from her.
As he said, time can make a lion cub grow into the king of beasts, let a turtle swim from the shallows to carrying mountains on its back, and it can change everything in the world, even if it turns the vast sea into a field of mulberry fields.
But there are many things that time cannot change.
Some call it memory, some call it experience, and some stubbornly pursue the long wait in the darkness.
These are a pair of exquisite and clear eyes that have been lost in the years. When they are opened, the sky is high and the stars are chasing the moon. But after they are closed, everything is silent, and only pain and nightmares remain in the silent whirlpool.
Time is like jade, and tears turn into bead curtains. Looking at these tearful eyes that woke up from being lost, Qingyun suddenly understood.
Ding ding~: The stars look like they are not last night, but the glass of wine has not gone away~
