After Du Yixue formed the pill, she fought fiercely with Fu Banxia for most of the day. Both of them got stronger as they fought. They hit the test platform from mid-air. In the end, Du Yixue lost with one move and was knocked down by the spirit sword on the edge of the test platform. .
Fu Banxia let out a gentle breath, and there was hot sweat on his forehead. The hand holding the sword trembled slightly, and his Dantian also throbbed.
She had just been hit hard on the back by a giant golden palm, and the pain was so painful that she almost lay on the ground and rolled.
Du Yixue was even more embarrassed than she was. She was half-kneeling on the ground, holding one hand on the ground, breathing heavily. Her hair was all messed up, and her face and wrists were all covered with burns and scratches.
She looked up, and instead of showing any resentment on her face, she laughed out loud.
"It's so good, I've never been so happy!"
Fu Banxia flew down from the stage and bowed.
"Senior Sister Du, I accept the offer."
Du Yixue looked at her with admiration.
Du Yixue has always been the one who pays the most attention to posture and appearance. Originally, Fu Banxia swept her hair with a sword, and she was so angry that she almost went crazy. But the more he hit her, the blood was burning in her chest. The battle was in full swing. What posture? , what beauty is not important at all.
Just like Fu Banxia has been trapped by hatred, Du Yixue has been trapped by the so-called "calm and elegant" appearance for a long time. Today's battle broke the cage that had imprisoned her for a long time.
She was overjoyed at the moment of openness of mind, and her state had stabilized at the second level of the early stage of the Golden Core. With so many breakthroughs in a row, it didn't matter whether she won or lost.
Du Yixue took out the reward for the leader of the foundation establishment - ten level-fixing elixirs, a ten-acre storage ring and five hundred spirit stones.
"They're yours now."
But Fu Banxia shook his head: "This is for the leader of the Foundation Establishment. When we are both Foundation Architects, if I don't break through on the battlefield, or you win, Senior Sister Du, what qualifications do I have to take these?"
Du Yixue didn't take it seriously, "I don't care who is the leader or not. I told you before. If you beat me, these are yours. If I lose, I will be convinced. You have to take these things even if you don't want them, otherwise you will look down on me!" "
After talking to this point, Fu Banxia had no choice but to accept it.
To be fair, she still admired Senior Sister Du.
After the two of them went back to their respective halls, Du Yixue was suddenly surrounded by her fellow disciples. Some congratulated her on her advancement and comforted her that she only failed in one move and she would definitely win next time.
Several senior brothers and sisters with advanced cultivation skills helped her review the competition, but the guidance was insufficient. The little junior sister prepared healing elixirs and carefully wiped the wounds on her face with fine silk.
The leader of the Burning Blood Peak clasped his hands behind his back and narrowed his eyes with joy. He praised her for her magnanimous conduct and her ability to remain calm. With a wave of his hand, he rewarded her with three thousand high-grade spiritual stones on the spot.
Fu Banxia watched helplessly.
She sat alone in her seat, finally unable to resist the serious injury on her back, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and her face was as pale as paper.
The few outer disciples around her looked at her indifferently and fearfully, with their backs turned to her. Their lips opened and closed several times, but they didn't know what they were talking about.
Bai Lian never looked back at her, let alone said a word.
Although she had long since lost her expectations and hopes for her master, she still felt sad after the war, with such a stark and tragic contrast.
"Master." She stepped forward, opened her mouth, and managed to spit out two words.
Bai Lian was neither sad nor happy, and looked at her calmly, "What's the matter?"
"I..." What could she say? I hope that Master will recruit more disciples and have a few more disciples so that she can also feel the love of her fellow disciples?
Or sever the master-disciple relationship and switch to Burning Blood Peak?
Or ask him why he is so heartless? Obviously a few days ago, she still felt restrained and forbearing emotions in him, why did she become so heartless again?
So that she was seriously injured and returned victorious, but did not receive even a few words of comfort and encouragement?
In the end, she could only say: "I'm a little tired and want to go back and rest."
"Um."
Fu Banxia took two lonely steps, and then heard Bai Lian say: "Panaxia."
Fu Banxia turned around sharply.
"Master?"
"Go back to Netherworld Abyss. You are still serving your sentence and are not allowed to move around at will."
"yes."
On the other side, in the main hall of Wangbeifeng, Shuangjiang set up a pergola and looked around.
"Where's Banxia? Has she gone back to Wuchen Peak? Hey, where is Wuchen Peak? There are so many people, and they can't find her in the blink of an eye."
Fu Li raised his chin towards the opposite side and said, "It's directly opposite the one with the fewest people."
"Where is Banxia?"
"I'm probably going to see a doctor to heal my injuries." Fu Li said, "The next competition is for the Golden Core Stage monks. Don't you want to take a look?"
"What's so good about the Golden Core Stage?" Shuang Jiang pouted, and glanced at the Burning Blood Peak diagonally opposite. He saw Du Yixue surrounded like stars over the moon, and snorted dissatisfied, "You're all beaten." If you lose, why are you so proud?"
Fu Li looked at her funny, "I didn't mess with you, why are you angry?"
"I'm jealous, isn't it? When I was at home, my brothers and sisters all ignored me and ostracized me. I don't want to see this kind of unity and friendship!" Shuangjiang wrinkled his nose, turned around awkwardly, and covered his eyes.
Fu Li glanced over there and lowered his eyes a little lonely.
After his father died, most of the disciples in the Wangbeifeng sect were indifferent and cold-tempered, and everyone lived alone. Therefore, Fu Li felt that it was boring to stay in the sect and spent all the time training outside.
He changed his appearance, worshiped San Xiu as his disciple, and never mentioned his origin, also because he had complicated feelings towards Wangbeifeng and felt rebellious.
With Du Yixue and Fu Banxia's jewels in front of them, the competition between the Golden Core Stage monks became boring, and Fu Li lost interest after just one glance.
"Hey, you want to leave?"
Seeing Fu Li stand up and leave, Shuangjiang stopped eating melon seeds and stood up and clapped his hands, "Where are you going?"
"Go find Fu Banxia."
…
Fu Banxia was not so obedient. He told her to go back, so she went back obediently.
She was drinking alone.
The wine was stolen from Chiyunfeng.
Everyone in the sect knew that Xue Xuanxi brewed good wine, but he didn't like to drink it, so he built a wine spring at the top of the main vein of Chiyun Peak. It was shrouded in clouds and mist every day, and the aroma of the wine was intoxicating, attracting countless elegant thieves. .
She actually didn't like drinking, but it was getting late, the setting sun was like fire in the sky, fireflies and butterflies were dancing gracefully on the hillside, and the cool breeze was blowing, she couldn't help but open her arms and spin around, her skirt flying.
She felt that she should drink some wine now.
Celebrate her victory.
Honghong ran over from nowhere. She probably had enough fun outside. As soon as she saw her, she rubbed her head into her arms and acted coquettishly.
"I don't know if I'll get into trouble if I run out to play every day." She held a jar of wine and drank it while giggling.
"Honghong, you know, I won just now. It was a very close win, but it was so happy and so happy!"
"I envy Senior Sister Du so much, so many people like her. Even Lu Qingchen, there are many, many people who like her."
"Why doesn't anyone like me?"
