"What do you mean by starting too lightly?"
"Don't try to clean up the rumors, suppress them, and instill fear until no one dares to mention them again."
As he spoke, Mu Cang took Shui Miaomiao's hand and placed it on his chest.
"Why is it that today everyone likes to throw sand, but we can't see it!" Hua Yixian, whose sight was blocked, looked very irritable.
In the dust that filled the sky, two daggers passed through the dust and inserted directly into the stone ground.
Afraid of being accidentally injured, everyone watching rushed to retreat. The next second, a figure flew out and crashed into the crowd.
The stone slabs cracked, raising more choking dust.
Mu Cang vomited blood, twitched all over, and lay on the ground with an unclear expression.
Someone ran forward to check and shouted to the referee: "Eight pairs of ribs are broken, the calf is fractured, the right arm is dislocated, the meridians..."
Every time the medical staff reported an injury, everyone moved aside.
On the messy competition stage, Shui Miaomiao kept the gesture of reaching out just now, with a confused look on her face. Had she ever struck such a heavy hand?
From the beginning to the end, she never broke up. The little brother went from self-mutilation to falling out of the competition ring in just the blink of an eye.
The outstretched hand was still covered with warm blood.
Shui Miaomiao's confusion was seen as Yun Dan Feng Qing's cruelty in the eyes of everyone.
"What kind of medicine is this three-water drink that is so powerful?"
"Let me confirm again, is this Sanshui really so poisoned by the medicine that it falls down at the first touch?"
"Her attacks are more cruel every time. Who said she is a show-off?"
"······"
The referee coughed twice and said, "Gu Xian Zong San Shui, you have to be measured in your attacks."
"Property?" Shui Miaomiao looked at Mu Cang who was being carried away, and looked away faintly. He shook the blood on his hands indifferently and glanced at the people in the audience, "Sorry, I have already paid attention."
Shui Miaomiao thought she should understand what her little brother meant. There were already people in the audience showing hesitation and fear.
So when she saw Baili Hui on stage, Shui Miaomiao couldn't help but laugh. She asked why she didn't see Baili Hui today!
I want to make a fool of myself on the competition stage with my own hands!
Compared with the doubts of others, Baili Hui, who spread the rumor herself, firmly believed in it. She had also observed Shui Miaomiao, and she was indeed getting weaker day by day.
"Don't think that hiring a trustee can cover up the truth."
"I've always been curious about who gave you the news and made you believe it so firmly."
Following the referee's order, Shui Ying transformed into a long sword, and Shui Miaomiao took the initiative to attack.
Fire, water, wind, as long as Shui Miaomiao knew the magic, she would greet Baili Hui.
Clenching the crown of his teeth, he forced back the energy and blood that surged up again and again. He had a splitting headache as if it was going to explode. The spiritual energy was rushing around as if it was about to tear apart his own meridians. The heat in his heart seemed to be about to turn into ashes in the next second. So what about ashes.
The little brother bet on himself and pointed out a clear path.
Rumors only stop at the wise, but if there are wise men in this world, how can there be so many rumors, so it is better to carve fear into this rumor, seal their mouths, and cut off their tongues.
Don't irritate someone who smiles at your provocation. When she gets crazy, you'll beat her up.
Shui Ying turned into a long whip and rolled back Baili Hui, who was almost thrown off the competition stage by her own excessive force. Baili Hui had to repay her a hundredfold for how uncomfortable she was now.
Shui Yingyin turned into a long sword again. Shui Miaomiao held it high and struck it into Baili Hui's mouth.
"Stop." The referee stopped him urgently and knocked the sword out of Shui Miaomiao's hand.
"Get out!" Shui Miaomiao, whose eyes were bloodshot, said she didn't hear. Using the spirit control technique, Shui Miaomiao used flames to force the referee who jumped on the stage down.
"Ancient Immortal Sect Sanshui!" The referee didn't check, it wasn't because he was really weak, when he was about to strike hard.
Tuo Yanjun jumped onto the stage from nowhere, and kicked Baili Hui off the stage, who was like a bloody man on the ground. Zangjun put his sword on Shui Miaomiao's shoulder, and with a strong force, Shui Miaomiao sat on the competition stage.
"Pranayama for me!"
Shui Miaomiao, who had nowhere to vent her discomfort, heard the voice and instinctively followed it.
"She's actually breaking through!"
I don't know who shouted it, but everyone stared at Shui Miaomiao on the stage with bated breath.
From the breakthrough of the late stage of Qi movement to the early stage of cultivating Yuan, not even ten breaths came out.
Everyone stared at each other, and the atmosphere was a bit awkward.
"Um, I'm going to take the liberty to ask, what kind of medicine has this effect? I want to take it too."
Yes, who doesn't want to be upset, but no, so should we listen to the words "Sanshui relies on drug abuse to upgrade, has no foundation, and is an empty frame"?
Shui Miaomiao, who was no longer so hot and felt a little better, opened her eyes and saw Lord Tuo Yan.
"You have just made a breakthrough and your cultivation has not yet stabilized. Please adjust your breathing for a while. Also," Tuo Yanjun glanced at Baili Hui, who was ignored on the ground, "you are too harsh. You are banned from fighting for five days."
"Um, Lord Yi Yao." The referee asked tentatively, do they have this rule?
"Huh? You have an opinion."
No, the referee was very aware of current affairs and kept his mouth shut.
"That's it, just adjust your breath for a while." Lord Tuo Yan took back his sword and jumped down from the competition stage.
She broke through!
Why did she break through!
Shui Miaomiao heard the word "breakthrough" in a string of words. She avoided eating the spiritual things in the cafeteria and did not use her mind.
Why did you break through!
Even after a breakthrough, Shui Miaomiao didn't feel any better, except that she wasn't hot anymore, but she was cold!
He stood up, feeling dizzy, his sword stuck on the ground, struggling to steady himself, Shui Miaomiao basically fell down and was lifted up.
"Miaomiao."
Leng Ningchi slowed down by half a beat, and Hua Yixian caught the fallen Shui Miaomiao and held her in his arms.
"I'm going! Miaomiao Qiqiao" is bleeding.
Lan Jixuan quickly covered Hua Yixian's mouth with quick eyes and hands. Seeing Mu Cang and Shui Miaomiao's behavior behind him, he thought of a solution.
Therefore, Hua Yixian cannot be allowed to ruin Shui Miaomiao's newly established character.
Shui Miaomiao also understood, so she rubbed the blood on Hua Yixian's clothes, tried to stand firm, and walked out as if nothing was wrong.
When few people came out, Shui Miaomiao fainted without any warning.
"Want to call a doctor?"
Hua Yixian picked up Shui Miaomiao and asked.
"Please mean please. We don't understand this either. It's just." Lan Jixuan was a little hesitant. Shui Miaomiao was furious today and suppressed a little criticism. What if there were rumors of injury again?
"Send Fu Lingjun to you."
Leng Ningchi suddenly said that when she was on the competition stage, she heard Hua Aoyu say that Shui Miaomiao was practicing swordplay at Hongyuxuan.
She didn't find Shui Miaomiao in the east room yesterday or the day before yesterday. Miaomiao is not a person who likes to get up early. Although she doesn't know how she met Fu Lingjun, sending her there is safer than the rest of us.
Looking at the three people who sent Shui Miaomiao with some dumbfounding, Fu Lingjun nodded.
"Okay, stay."
Fu Lingjun was also afraid that there would be problems with the tonic he took yesterday. After thinking about it again and again, he reluctantly asked Hua Yixian and the others to carry Shui Miaomiao into Hongyuxuan.
"I will take care of Sanshui, you go ahead."
