After only a moment of hesitation, Mu Yun did not chase Long Zhengyang, but opened his arms to protect Xing Zhiying, and said with concern: "What's wrong with Miss Xing, but we just hurt you?"
Xing Zhiying frowned, shook her head and said, "No, it's me... I was too lucky and suffered a backlash from my internal force."
Xuewu Guhong's sword was so overbearing. Xing Zhiying used her fingers as a sword, but the force of the shock was returned to her own body, and the tendons of her right arm were broken. Fortunately, her skills were still low and she had some reservations when making moves, otherwise she would have been seriously injured and vomited blood.
In desperation, she resorted to forbidden moves to win, but the result was so bleak. Xing Zhiying felt both regretful and frustrated, and looked quite lonely.
Realizing that Xing Zhiying only hooked the beam with her left arm, Mu Yun realized something in his heart. He sighed and said, "That's it, Miss Xing has difficulty moving. Let me send you down."
Xing Zhiying composed herself, glanced at Mu Yun and said, "If you hurry up and chase the champion, you might be able to get the Yunlong Sword. We are not relatives, how can I dare to accept your favor?"
Mu Yun had misunderstood Xing Zhiying before and even criticized her face to face. No wonder she was so "criticized".
Mu Yun heard the ridicule in Xing Zhiying's words, and after a wry smile, he coughed and said: "I've explained everything to you, but I was confused for a while. As for the non-relatives, well... I'm not being playful at the moment. At that time, even if 'not a relative' is true, how can we say 'not a reason'?"
Xing Zhiying flattened her mouth and said dryly: "Since 'no kiss' is true, I can go down by myself without worrying about Young Master Mu. Even if I stumble and fall, it has nothing to do with you."
Mu Yun was speechless and wanted to leave, but he couldn't rest assured. He finally shook his head and said calmly: "Okay, then I'll call you my adopted sister, and I'll call you my adopted sister. Please take care of me in the future." "
Xing Zhiying's lips curled up slightly, and she hummed softly: "That's just right. Since my sworn brother is helping me, then I'm disrespectful~"
Mu Yun laughed, half-supported and half-hugged, and slowly walked down the tower to protect Xing Zhiying.
Xing Zhiying finally regained a victory, and her mood calmed down somewhat, but when she thought of Long Zhengyang's decisive move, she couldn't help but feel resentful.
This time the success failed, and the matter of marriage was still uncontrollable. It was so helpless.
At the bottom of the Qiyun Tower, the beautiful figure stands alone. Duan Fangqiong fell down midway and has no chance to compete for the sword. She can only get down the tower by herself.
When Duan Fangqiong was lost in thought, he suddenly heard the sound of his clothes breaking in the wind, and saw a familiar figure rushing towards him. It was Zuo Shaorong, his mentor, "White-headed Fairy".
Duan Fangqiong's heart skipped a beat, and there seemed to be a burning pain in the palm of her left hand. Her delicate body subconsciously tightened, and she whispered in a low voice: "Disciple... Disciple, when you see Master, it's because he is not good at learning and has lost the dignity of our sect. Disciple... Disciple deserves death. I beg Master..."
Before the word "punishment" came out of his mouth, Duan Fangqiong's eyes suddenly blurred as he was hugged by Zuo Shaorong. When he was speechless, he could only hear her tremblingly saying: "It'll be alright if it's alright... It'll be alright if it's alright..." It's me who's old and confused, I shouldn't let you do it so hard, I really deserve death."
Hearing Zuo Shaorong's heartfelt words, Duan Fangqiong could no longer bear it, and tears suddenly fell down her face.
Seeing this, Zuo Shaorong became more and more pitiful. While wiping Duan Fangqiong's tears, he said with red eyes: "That's enough. Let's not fight for those false reputations. As long as you are safe and sound, that's enough."
"Sigh... You are the only bloodline of the Duan family. We, the only orthodox descendant of the Qingcheng sect, must not have any accidents. Otherwise, how will I explain to my master when I get to Jiuquan?"
Duan Fangqiong's expression darkened, and she said quietly: "Master said that I shouldn't take risks easily."
Zuo Shaorong realized that he had made a mistake, and said sarcastically: "I shouldn't have put you in danger, all the responsibility lies with me. By the way, I saw you fall from the tower just now, were you injured?"
Duan Fangqiong shook his head and said: "I was not injured. Thanks to the rescue of Long Shaoxia and Mu Shaoxia, I was able to save the day."
Zuo Shaorong breathed a sigh of relief and said with lingering fear: "God bless us, we are finally safe. Let's prepare a generous gift when we go back. We will go to Zulong Garden tonight to express our gratitude to the Kunlun Sect."
Duan Fangqiong hummed and said, "Disciple, I mean the same thing. Master, please pay more attention to the gifts."
Zuo Shaorong's heart moved, and he murmured to himself: "I heard that the number one scholar is not married yet. If we can take this opportunity to make a match, it would be a good thing. However, the number one scholar is arrogant and may not be willing to get married."
Duan Fangqiong listened to her ears and couldn't stop holding her forehead. She stamped her feet and said angrily: "Master, please stop thinking so much. Fortunately, there are no other people here, otherwise wouldn't it make people laugh?"
Just as he finished speaking, he suddenly heard the sharp sound of cracking wind in the sky, and a cold light suddenly penetrated down and penetrated into the base of Qiyun Tower with a hiss.
Zuo Shaorong and Duan Fangqiong were both surprised. Zuo Shaorong frowned and said suspiciously: "What is it? It seems to be a short spear. Whose weapon is that?"
Duan Fangqiong hesitated for a moment, then stepped forward to take a look. Suddenly she saw her round eyes and exclaimed: "Ah! This is the Yunlong Sword!"
Zuo Shaorong was so surprised that he stepped forward with three steps and two steps at a time. When he saw it clearly, he was quite surprised.
The master and apprentice looked at each other and were speechless for a moment. Zuo Shaorong was experienced after all, and he said seriously in a flash of his mind: "Qiong'er pull out the Yunlong Sword, don't let others take it first."
Duan Fangqiong was startled when he heard this, and said with a puzzled face: "Master, what do you mean? I have not climbed to the top of the tower. Even if I bring back the Yunlong Sword, it will not be considered a victory."
Zuo Shaorong smiled and said: "Silly girl, even if you don't win, as long as the Yunlong Sword is in your hand, you have the right to decide. Who will give the sword to you when the time comes? It's all up to you. How can this favor be ignored? Do?"
Duan Fangqiong didn't make a sound, but did not reach out to draw the sword. Instead, he said hopefully: "Master Rongzheng, we don't know the specific situation, so we intervene rashly, for fear of causing people's criticism. Even if we do favors, it will inevitably happen." It offends other sects, so I think it’s better to stay out of it.”
Zuo Shaorong didn't expect Duan Fangqiong to say this. She was even more relieved. She smiled and said: "Okay, you are participating in the competition, and everything will be decided by you. Master will not interfere, so let's just sit back and watch."
Duan Fangqiong nodded and said yes. When he raised his head and looked around, he saw an ocher shadow rushing towards him quickly. It was Pang Zijian, the man who was exploring the beauty market.
Not only was Duan Fangqiong shocked by this, Zuo Shaorong was also surprised and said: "How could it be this kid? I just saw that he was last, could he come from behind?"
Duan Fangqiong thought several times and frowned: "No, how can this guy have such high Qinggong? Could it be that he saw the Yunlong Sword falling and had the same idea as the master?"
Zuo Shaorong couldn't help but blush. Just as he was muttering to himself, he saw Duan Fangqiong's eyes stern and snorted softly: "No, this guy has poor character. We can't let him succeed. Let me be the bad guy." .”
(End of chapter)
