Yang Zhen won.
Although he was hit by a sword in the chest and blood splattered, he still won.
Because he is standing. Not only did he stand, the wooden stick in his hand was pointed directly at the opponent's throat.
Yang Zhen knew when Yin Nanxing thrust out the sword that it was too fast and difficult for him to avoid.
Since there was no way to avoid it, he simply didn't dodge and hit him head-on with a wooden stick in hand!
After several years of practicing the body-building art, his physical body has passed the early stage of foundation building and is approaching the middle stage.
A first-level high-grade flying sword can only cause flesh and skin injuries without any magical attack.
This is the conclusion he came to after many times of sparring with Zhao Yue'er.
The moment Yin Nanxing's flying sword stabbed him, his hands were as solid as rocks, and the stick fell like a mountain, hitting the opponent's leg directly.
Trading injury for injury, he won.
…
Yin Nanxing lay on the ground, his mind went blank.
The severe pain in his legs made him look hideous, and large beads of sweat oozed from his forehead.
He didn't know how he lost.
He had obviously stabbed the opponent, but the result...
The opponent refused to dodge, and then his left leg was broken.
His face was pale, his lips were trembling, and he wanted to die at this moment.
He was actually defeated by a mid-level Qi practitioner.
How can this be?
There must be something wrong!
Looking at Yang Zhen's chest that was no longer bleeding, he suddenly shouted:
"You're cheating! You must be cheating! You're wearing a second-level robe!"
Yang Zhen smiled coldly. The clothes were already torn anyway, so she simply tore them off, revealing her strong muscles.
Throwing the clothes on the opponent's head: "Open your dog eyes and take a look, this is the second-level robe you mentioned!"
Yin Nanxing was immediately speechless and did not move to take off his clothes. At this moment, he was even grateful that the clothes covered his face to prevent him from seeing anyone.
Yang Zhen stopped paying attention to him because Zhao Yue'er had already come to him.
The little girl's eyes were watery, she smiled, and reached out to take off the hairpin.
With the help of magic power, the colorful phoenix flew out from the lotus hairpin, and the second-level healing technique covered Yang Zhen's wounds.
At the same time, Yin Nanxing also silently took out a magic bead, also activated his magic power, and shot a green light towards his broken left leg.
The sword wound on Yang Zhen's chest healed instantly at a speed visible to the naked eye. Half a quarter of an hour later, Yin Nanxing also ended the treatment.
He stood up quickly, pulled off the clothes above his head, his face was ashen, and he walked out.
"Senior Brother Yin——" someone shouted: "What are the arrangements for tomorrow?"
Yin Nanxing seemed to have not heard anything, and as he staggered, his figure had disappeared into the night.
A yellow silhouette suddenly jumped out from the crowd of onlookers and chased after his back.
It was Yan Hongzhu.
…
The departure of the two did not interrupt the banquet.
On the contrary, because of this competition, everyone had something to talk about in common, and the atmosphere became more lively than before.
Dai Miaocheng was elected as the new host and continued the following activities.
Dance, illusion, fencing, pot throwing, juggling...
Various programs come one after another, which is a feast for the eyes.
With the methods of these proud men, many difficult movements in the world are easy for them.
Cheers and applause sounded from time to time, pushing the dinner party to one stage after another.
During this period, Zhao Yue'er lived up to expectations and performed a sword dance generously.
The frost flowers turn over and the long-sleeved Luan is like a fairy descending from the mortal world, stunning everyone.
Dai Miaocheng looked hot, but with Yin Nanxing's experience, he would not do such stupid things.
Looking deeply at the light figure, the corners of his mouth slowly curved into a proud arc.
"Idiot!" He laughed at someone in his heart: "If you don't use good resources, you are doing something stupid!"
Yang Zhen and seven children of the Zhao family came on stage to dance at the same time.
They were divided into two columns, marching in neat and powerful steps, singing simple and vast songs, as if they came from ancient barbarians.
This sword dance of the Zhao family is passed down from distant ancestors and is performed every year during ancestor worship, so everyone in the Zhao family can do it.
After more than an hour, the banquet ended in joy.
Everyone found places to stay in their own campsites, and some people were so interested that they invited their friends to sit around the campfire and continue talking.
Yang Zhen held Zhao Yue'er's little hand, and the two quietly walked towards the mouth of the creek where they would be in the afternoon.
At the banquet just now, he tasted the silver-leaf fish carefully. The meat was really delicious, tender and refreshing.
What's more, it also has the effect of strengthening the meridians, so he made a decision immediately.
The newly opened pond in Bluestone Space houses this kind of spiritual fish.
Little things support this greatly, and the breath of living creatures can promote the evolution of space.
Moreover, she also said that the taste of silver leaf fish produced in the space will definitely not be inferior to that produced in Wuling Lake.
So Yang Zhen spent ten spiritual stones to find the senior fellow in the sect, rented a fishing net magical weapon from him, and prepared to catch fish overnight.
…
Tonight is the fifteenth day, and in Yang Zhen’s previous life, this day was the Lantern Festival.
The moonlight was like gauze, gently hanging on the two of them.
The boy and girl linked their hands together. After the storm just now, the feelings of both parties were self-evident.
Yang Zhen narrated the adapted story of Chang'e flying to the moon.
Two-quarters of an hour later, they arrived at the mouth of the stream, each standing on the other side of the stream, setting up their nets and waiting.
The silverleaf fish didn't rest much of the night, continuing their death-defying repeated horizontal jumps.
After more than half an hour, Yang Zhen had harvested a lot, leaving a small part in the storage bag to hide from others, and he sent most of it into space.
Just as he was putting away his fishing net and preparing to go home, Yiyi suddenly made a sound.
"An hour ago, those two people were in the woods ahead."
"Which two people?" Yang Zhen glanced at the woods more than ten feet away and didn't react for a moment.
"The guy whose legs you broke, and the female companion in yellow clothes."
"Oh!" Yang Zhen responded nonchalantly.
"You did something shameful!" the little thing began to reveal.
"You——" Yang Zhen was angry and funny: "You don't care about them!"
"They are also talking about tomorrow's arrangements."
"Oh?" Yang Zhen became interested now.
According to Niu Youde's instructions, the group of casual cultivators will meet up at Xiaolang Mountain tomorrow afternoon, and he will definitely go and have a look.
Therefore, he wanted to know in advance the sect's itinerary for picking spiritual herbs so that he could make plans.
Yin Nanxing was supposed to announce this at the dinner, but the guy was so embarrassed that he walked away and the matter was postponed.
"What did they say?" Yang Zhen asked.
Unexpectedly, the little thing did not answer his question, but continued to lie:
"They also talked about Sister Yue'er."
"Huh? What did you say?"
"The female companion in yellow said that she has a way to separate you from sister Yue'er. Then, the guy with the broken leg will have a chance!"
"What!" Yang Zhen's face changed, and she was furious: "What do they want to do!"
As the little thing described, the scene an hour ago unfolded in front of him...
