As soon as Si Le fell to the ground, he lost consciousness.
Si Yan frowned and led several doctors to carry the unknown junior brother onto a stretcher. All kinds of conspiracy theories began to swirl in his mind. The most suspicious ones were the insidious villains from the Three Islands Kingdom.
The doctor looked at it, whispered a few words to each other, and said with a frown: "My pulse is thin and heavy, and it's disordered. What kind of martial arts have you recently practiced, junior brother?"
Si Yan shook his head.
Mu Qingyun followed silently down the stone steps. She was definitely not the one who hurt Si Le.
Putting aside the fact that she has a sense of control, she has been holding back her attacks, but she has no sense of measure. With Si Le's martial arts, how could Si Le be defeated so easily?
The Thirteen Swords of the Moon Palace can be called the "Swords of Heaven" in historians' comments.
Everyone looked at each other, unable to think about anything for a moment, and could only be sent back to the room for treatment.
Mu Qingyun pondered for a long time, then suddenly turned to look at Mu Luosheng.
Mu Luosheng was saluting his opponent this time.
In every arena competition, Mu Luosheng was solemn and serious, and he respected every one of his opponents.
If you only look at Mu Luosheng's duel, it would seem that the young warriors from the Ming Kingdom were a little impulsive.
Of course, there is plenty of blood and courage.
All the young warriors who faced Mu Luosheng were fighting for their lives. As long as they didn't fall, they would never admit defeat. Even though they knew they couldn't beat him, they would try their best to fight.
As long as Mu Qingyun was not in the ring, he would watch the duel without landing, and his scalp would go numb after watching it.
These young people in our family have different martial arts skills, but they all fight with too much purpose and ideas.
Of course, those who can reach the top sixteen are all outstanding young warriors. Even if their martial arts skills are slightly inferior to those of other geniuses, they are still talented in their own sect.
Just say that yesterday, two brothers from the Kunlun Sword Sect faced off against Mu Luosheng. Both of them came up standing and were carried down upside down, just like the bloody gourd.
Even the referee didn't stop him. It wasn't that Mu Luosheng was deliberately cruel, but that these two people insisted on exchanging injuries for injuries. They insisted on seriously injuring themselves and not allowing their opponents to remain unscathed.
After getting off the stage, he gave face-to-face instructions to those who came after him.
These two fought for most of their lives, leaving a piece of their sword energy in Mu Luosheng's right arm.
It would take at least half a month for Mu Luosheng to force out the sword energy.
Mu Luosheng was not angry. He even felt that this approach was very heroic and worthy of respect.
During the interview, Mu Luosheng also said that he hoped that his country, his disciples, and his brothers could also seriously appreciate the spirit of the Ming Dynasty. .
Fight for the country, never retreat, never advance rashly, be willing to sacrifice, but never strive for temporary victory, and absolutely trust your companions.
Zhuo Yanfei sneered after hearing this: "Who cares about his praise?"
Zhuo Yanfei hated him as long as he was still standing when he appeared on the Ming Dynasty's ring.
Now that Si Le was lying down halfway, he was even more upset.
The doctors could not find the cause of the disease at all. Si Yan had written to his master overnight and asked him to come over.
Zhuo Yanfei also carefully checked Si Le's pulse, frowned and said, "There are signs of a maniac. Is this child so eager to win that he has practiced some magic skills behind your back?"
It's not impossible.
Because it is difficult to kill someone, these guys have been thinking of ways recently.
Mu Qingyun said that this disciple's subjective initiative is too strong, which is not a good thing, especially the young disciples. They will feel that there is nothing in the world that they dare not do.
The Ming Dynasty has been plagued by disasters for several generations. There has long been no distinction between the righteous path and the demonic path.
The so-called magic skills are some skills that are eager for quick success and quick success, but are prone to problems and have serious sequelae. For the sake of their disciples, well-known and upright teachers do not allow them to practice them.
But when it comes to a critical moment, life is more important than the sequelae.
Senior Li, Master Zhuo, twenty competition committee members, and team leaders from various sects gathered together.
The doctor is here too.
Senior Li looked solemn: "How is Mu Luosheng's current condition? How much strength can he still use?"
The doctor shook his head.
Zhuo Yanfei clicked his tongue and laid out the information of the remaining fifteen warriors.
A sharp thought came to my mind, it was up to him to take action. Even though he was thirty-nine years old, in terms of appearance, there was nothing wrong with pretending to be twenty-five.
Others also wanted to find an opportunity to make a sneak attack, so they tied up Mu Luosheng and locked him up for ten and a half days.
After thinking about it, the Anbang national competition will still continue.
It's just that he lost Si Le halfway and lost a master who could give Mu Luosheng a heavy blow, which made him very depressed.
Zhuo Yanfei was not very anxious at this time. He only had Qingqing left on the field, and it was impossible for Qingqing and Mu Luosheng to fight.
The next game was as unpredictable as a fleeting glimpse. Mu Qingyun miraculously won consecutive battles and invited his senior brothers and sisters to get off the ring one by one.
In the end, he actually defeated Qi Ling of the Kunlun Sword Sect and entered the top four.
Qi Ling bent down to pick up the sword from the ground, closed his eyes, and couldn't help but start crying.
Mu Qingyun: "..."
This guy is twenty-three, not Yunduo'er who is fourteen, how can he be coaxed!
Qi Ling wiped away his tears while grumbling and refusing to go down: "I promise our sect master, and your sect master, I will send you home today, oh oh oh oh oh, what will I do now!"
"Master Zhuo will kill me!"
"Junior sister Qingqing, don't you usually take the Yangchun March move after the spring day? Why is it so strange this time?"
Mu Qingyun smiled bitterly, why? Of course, Qi Ling's attitude was all the same, as if he knew Yangchun March by heart and was very familiar with it.
She's not stupid, how could she not change her moves?
Both of them were speechless.
Mu Qingyun followed Qi Ling's gaze and saw that the head of her family had already stood up and walked to the stands, staring at him with piercing eyes, looking like he was choosing someone to eat.
Chen Yi couldn't help but walked over, took Mu Qingyun's hand and sneaked away, and simply went to see Mu Luosheng with her.
Mu Luosheng also finished the fight, and the back of his epee was stained with blood. He knocked it on the floor, nodded to Mu Qingyun, and said with a smile, "Young lady is good at swordsmanship."
In an instant, Chen Yi's hair stood on end, and he tightened his grip on Mu Qingyun's arm.
Even after Mu Luosheng had gone a long way, Chen Yi still held on to Mu Qingyun and wouldn't let go.
I had no choice but to drag her along to visit the doctor.
Si Le's situation is a bit bad, and the seniors are now gathered in his ward for a meeting.
Mu Qingyun brought Chen Yi in. Situ Qingshuang and Xu Ping, who was also in the top four, were both there.
She imitated these two, walked to the corner together, and sat in rows on the pony.
Startled by the murderous aura, Chen Yi finally came to his senses, exhaled and hummed in a low voice: "I'll get the food."
After saying that, he quietly leaned against the corner and walked out the door dejectedly.
Zhuo Yanfei looked at Qingqing, then at Pingping from the Xu family.
It’s not appropriate for anyone to sacrifice this thing on the palm of your hand!
Situ Qingshuang said softly: "I will fight with Mu Luosheng in the next game. There is no need for the two junior sisters to touch him."
Senior Li covered his forehead and sighed: "It's all his grandma's fault."
Mu Qingyun smiled, there is nothing that can be done about it, no matter how good the plan is, it will eventually go unplanned.
They hoped that Mu Luosheng would be beaten to a pulp along the way. In the penultimate game against Si Le, Si Le would win the best, but if he couldn't win, Situ Qingshuang would support him.
But the reality is that Mu Luosheng has a special physique. Even if he is injured, he recovers very quickly. Situ Qingshuang had to fight with him in the penultimate game.
Otherwise, Mu Qingyun and Xu Ping will have to fight.
