Mu Ziyun was sitting on the edge of the bed, topless, holding a bottle of medicine and pouring it on the wound, "Junior Brother Mu, is the wound better?" "Senior Brother Wang's medicine is very effective, thank you, it's much better." It was Mu Ziyun who spoke. Wang Ke, one of the two roommates, said, "Although this medicine is effective, it hurts a lot when sprinkled on the wound. Didn't my junior brother get Ma Cao root, which can relieve the pain." He didn't know that Mu Ziyun also got Xuegennai, which was so strong. Medicine, "I can hold it back, no need to waste it." Wang Ke said nothing after hearing this. Mu Ziyun lived in the same courtyard with two older senior brothers. Both senior brothers were disciples of the Southern Sect, but Mu Ziyun had been inactive for many years. This was the first time Wang Ke had seen such an injury.
Late at night, Mu Ziyun tossed and turned and couldn't sleep, still thinking about today's mission. He had killed someone. He knew the reason for the mission and the man's disguise, but he couldn't forget the fear and despair in the man's eyes when Bai Yu stabbed him. It was engraved in his mind that what happened next was all an illusion. He had really killed an unrelated person and was still a helpless woman. The sweat on Mu Ziyun's back soaked the quilt, and he didn't fall asleep until midnight. He had a dream. It was a barren area, covered with bluish-gray boulders. The ancient wind-eroded edges and corners showed the turbulent years. There were nine figures standing in the void, and Muziyun was among them. , he couldn't see the faces of the other people clearly, couldn't hear what they were saying, but he could feel that they were very close, so close that he could touch them.
The next day, while Mu Ziyun was still asleep, a pair of rough hands lifted off the quilt, "Mu Ziyun, why are you still sleeping! Get up quickly!" Mu Ziyun frowned and said, "Get out of here." You didn’t come to see me in the monthly exam, you know, Li Mu got into the top five.” “It’s easy to get into the Western School rankings,” Mu Ziyun said before opening his eyes. "It's not easy for Li Mu. His opponent is much stronger than him. Hehe, I want to know how many points I have scored?" "I don't want to" "I've scored four, now I'm the northern sect's twenty-three" "When you score twenty "You can't bear it." "Why?" "You don't understand even after I tell you. I'm not on the same level as you now." Huzi patted Mu Ziyun on the back, and Mu Ziyun sat up, "What are you doing!!" He closed his eyes and almost shouted. "I told you that you are not loyal to me and Li Mu, forget it. Sister, you are not coming for the annual exam today!" "What!" Mu Ziyun opened his eyes and thought for a while, "Uh, I almost forgot, have you started yet?" It will start soon, Li Mu has already reserved a seat for us." Muzi Yun quickly stood up, put on his clothes haphazardly, and ran with Huzi to the martial arts competition field.
There is no monthly test for the method, and there is only one annual test every year. Because the materials and consumption required for the spell are huge, even the children from rich families cannot use it too often. The competition field of the method is the largest, and there are bricks surrounding it from low to high. Eighty-nine rows of stone steps are used for disciples to sit down and watch. On this day, most of the disciples on Qingshan Mountain will gather. Even the top disciples of Yudi North Sect will go out to watch. Magic is much superior to martial arts. Except for the leader Zheng Qiao, the Dharma sect has only twelve elders and several hundred disciples in total. The Eastern sect has the largest number, with 140 people, the Western sect has 84, the Southern sect has 30, and the Northern sect has only five. In the annual examination of the sect, there will be no battles in order, and the disciples cannot afford it. They can directly challenge by name. Of course, you can also call by name from across sects, but generally there will be no such idiotic disciples. Each disciple can only challenge and be challenged once, and there is an unwritten rule in the annual examination of the sect. Disciples of other sects can also challenge. Every year, there are people who are eager to try, but most of the results are that the disciples of the sect win.
Before arriving at the competition ground, I heard loud noises. The annual examination of the martial arts was still so lively. "Huzi, where is Li Mu?" He stared blankly at the stage for a long time, "Then, I found it!" Mu Ziyun followed Huzi. Weaving among the crowd, the viewing platform was very chaotic, and it was really troublesome to squeeze in and out, "What are you doing, still crowded!" "Oh, where are you touching!" "You stepped on me!"... came to Li Mu Around them, the two brothers looked really embarrassed. "Sister, are you on it?" "It's about to start. The competition just ended. It's two Westerners, so dazzling." Li Mu sat on the stone steps, one leg on the side and occupying the seat. Huzi and Mu Ziyun sat down, "Who do you want to challenge, eldest sister?" "Twelve in the Southern Faction, Zhentian." Feng Jing is fourteenth in the Southern Faction, Zhentian is her goal this year. "Silence." A majestic voice came from the elder's stage, and the crowd suddenly fell silent. "Next, Feng Jing, the fourteenth member of the Southern Faction, will challenge the Twelve Zhentians of the Southern Faction."
Two figures stepped into the field, "Sister!" "Senior Sister Feng" "Senior Brother Zhen will win"... The outside of the field became lively. Mu Ziyun and three people were very close to Feng Jing. Feng Jing heard the voice and smiled at the three of them. . "Haha" Zhentian smiled sinisterly at Feng Jing, "That means you are willing to get close to the beggar..." After hearing this, Feng Jing's fair face darkened, "My brother is more upright and respectable than you." "Really? , I think they not only look like beggars, but also have stupid brains, otherwise they wouldn’t come to my place looking for abuse!” Feng Jing’s face was startled, and Mu Ziyun also frowned, looking for abuse? Could it be? Looking at Hu Zi's angry look, it becomes clear that the situation is clear. "Huzi, have you looked for him?" "Yeah" Huzi didn't hide it, "I learned that the eldest sister wanted to challenge him, and I went to challenge him after the monthly test yesterday. I wanted to try his methods first, so that the eldest sister wouldn't suffer. ." "How many moves did you defeat?" "One move" "Only one move?" Huzi nodded silently, and Mu Ziyun felt half cold. Hu Zi was very strong. This is the truth. He entered the Northern Sect later than Mu Ziyun. , but his performance was outstanding, and the elders also focused on training him. Although Mu Ziyun and Hu Zi had reservations in the competition over the years, Mu Ziyun knew that he could not win against Hu Zi. Yumen focused on body skills, while Dimen focused on dueling. . But Huzi couldn't stand a single move in front of that person. Even if he could dodge a few moves with his body skills, he would definitely be defeated. When Feng Jing saw the appearance of the three of them, she had already guessed the reason. She turned around and said harshly: "You dare to bully my brother, I will make you pay the price." "Haha, come on, let me see what the Feng family's background is. Lots of feet.”
At the beginning of the competition, Feng Jing took out a white kit from her arms, opened it and said, "open" the kit exploded, spurting out white air. Feng Jing had two more objects in her hand, a green feather fan in her left hand, and a green feather fan in her right hand. The wooden wheel was made of wood. Many disciples of the sect outside the field saw it and said, "It's the wind locking technique." "Zhentian is good at the talisman control technique, and the wind locking technique just restrains the talisman control technique." Seeing this, Zhentian said with a bad look on his face: " You are well prepared, but don't forget that although spells are restrained, they can also be used by different people. It's not enough for you to win against me." I saw him holding the black brocade bag in his left hand, "opening" the brocade bag burst and shocked. Tian holds a golden bell in his right hand, and a long string of Buddhist beads in his left hand, with talismans tied to each bead. Zhentian's right hand shook, and the ringing sound came out loud and clear. He twisted the beads with his left hand. Every time a sound passed, a string of symbols rose up into the air. When all the symbols rose into the air, Zhentian raised his hand to lift the beads, and the string of beads actually floated in the air. between the symbols. Seeing this, Feng Jing put the wooden wheel in front of her and faced Zhentian, and fanned the wooden wheel with a fan. Although the swing was weak, it brought up a strong wind, and the wooden wheel began to rotate. Zhentian shouted to the sky: "Go." The talisman on his head turned from white to black, and he quickly struck Feng Jing. Feng Jing showed no sign of weakness, and increased the strength of his hand. A strong wind whipped up in front of the wooden wheel and shot straight into the sky. The two spells met in the sky, hiss... bang, the strong wind rubbed and collided with the runes with force, and then exploded after a while. The bursting energy pulled away the wind, and the talisman behind took the opportunity to rush closer. The talisman was getting closer and closer to Feng Jing. Mu Ziyun and the other three looked at Feng Jing nervously. Huzi was even ready to rush to the field to block the talisman, " Jiejie, it seems that you are going to lose. Wind Lock Technique is considered a high-level magic, and you are still far away." "Really?" Feng Jing narrowed her eyes, "Then let me show you how powerful Wind Lock Technique is, and it can lock light with ten thousand rays. "What!" He was shocked.
