When they came to their senses and focused their attention on the ring again, they found Huang Batian lying on the ring in a panic.
Ye Xiaotian, on the other hand, sheathed his long sword and jumped off the ring without even looking at it.
"Ye Xiaotian wins!"
The martial arts master in the audience shouted loudly, and everyone present was excited. They were all curious about what moves Master Ye used to defeat Huang Batian, the third-ranked Qianlong, with one sword.
"With such a powerful secret sword move, your apprentice will not be unjustly defeated."
Grandmaster Xie's eyes flashed with shock.
Wang Kun nodded lightly. He was not surprised by the result. He thought of something and asked with concern:
"I wonder if this young man Ye is getting married? My Yuhua and he are considered to be talented men and beautiful women. If they can match each other, it will be a good story."
Hearing his friend's shameless words, Grandmaster Xie smiled awkwardly. When he thought of the girl, he almost spit out the tea in his mouth.
"Ye Lang is awesome!"
"As expected of the man I like!"
The three women in the audience grabbed Ye Xiaotian's arms affectionately, their voices soft.
Holding his wives and concubines in his arms, he chuckled:
"Your husband, I say one sword, just one sword, no more, no less, hahaha!"
After the competition ended in this arena, the remaining four arenas were inextricably fought.
On the second stage, Xue Ling, with her skirt fluttering, her nose upright, her black silk shawl falling down like a waterfall, and her jade hands holding a sword, looked like a beautiful fairy in a painting.
Every move showed the beauty of flexibility. Her opponent subconsciously swallowed his saliva and his body froze in place.
He held the iron gun in his hand and couldn't bear to point the weapon at this beautiful girl.
"I have long heard that Miss Xue is the most beautiful woman in the country. When I saw you today, Lan felt that it was even better than the rumors. You are as beautiful as a fairy from the Nine Heavens."
Lan Wuhuo has a pair of blue eyes, a handsome appearance, and his clothes are disheveled. He is obviously a mixed-race man.
"Cut the nonsense."
A cold voice sounded, and Xue Ling rushed over with his sword in hand, his sword moving swiftly.
As a last resort, Lan Wuhuo immediately resisted with a spear in hand. Unexpectedly, as soon as the iron spear touched the sword energy, his arm was shattered by the force.
The weapon came out of his hand, but before he could use Qing Kung Fu to escape, a sharp long sword was aimed at his neck.
The inner energy at the tip of the sword was extremely sharp, and instantly a wound appeared on his neck, and a drop of blood flowed out.
"I...I...I give up!"
Raising his hands, Lan Wuhuo let out a drop of cold sweat on his forehead and shouted very quickly.
With a hiss, Xue Ling retracted his sword and walked off the stage.
Looking at the beautiful figure, Lan Wuhuo smiled bitterly in his heart. Why was this woman so powerful? He almost thought he was facing a fierce tiger.
Walking down the ring lonely, it seems that he can only be the fourth child forever. Come on, he can't accept his fate.
"Brother Xue Xian, this girl seems to have the same surname as Xue. You two may not be related."
With a deep meaning on his face, Lu Sheng said casually.
With a smile, Xue Tiande looked away, a happy look appeared on his face. He had no need to hide it and said directly:
"Brother Lu is so wise, Ling'er is indeed my daughter, but I am sorry for her mother..."
Ignoring his sad expression, Lu Sheng interrupted directly and changed the topic.
"We should be able to start collecting herbs tomorrow."
"Yes, at midnight in the morning, the imperial court will send a carriage to take us to Hengjue Cliff. With so many people searching, the Vitality Grass will definitely fall into the hands of our seniors."
With a smile, Xue Tiande said respectfully.
"I hope so."
After taking a sip of tea, Lu Sheng seemed to have thought of something and asked:
"Brother Xue Xian, please invite Dean Wang from Baihe Martial Academy and disciple Na Ma to come see me tonight. I have some personal matters with them."
"Uh...haha...little things."
After being stunned for a moment, Xue Tiande smiled.
You don't know how to run errands, do you? "
Lu Sheng said with a slightly cold expression.
The air around him suddenly turned cold, and a chill ran down his spine. He nodded quickly:
"Brother Lu, don't worry, I understand, I understand."
"That's good."
Lu Sheng said calmly.
If he dares to be conceited, Lu Sheng will let him know how costly deception is.
Thinking of this, he sensed the girl in the audience.
After the afternoon arena match, Lu Sheng returned to his room and sat cross-legged to rest.
Boom, boom, boom!
There was a knock on the door of the living room. Lu Sheng stood up, walked over and opened the door, and a faint fragrance penetrated his nose.
"Are you Xue Ling?"
He immediately sensed who this person was, and for a moment, doubts arose in his heart as to why this woman was here.
There is no relationship between the two.
"Senior, I... I'm here to thank you. Thanks to you for wiping out the Lin family and avenging me... one of my old friends."
Suddenly, Xue Ling's heartbeat quickened, her fair little face turned red, and her voice was a bit shaky. She didn't know what was going on, but as soon as she got close to the senior, she felt something was wrong with her body.
Suppressing her subtle feelings, she motioned to the maid next to her to take out a box. The box was opened, and there was a bowl of steaming medicinal soup on the red silk inside.
The faint scent of medicine floated over, and Lu Sheng felt it was very familiar. He soon remembered that this was the big tonic soup he drank at the Kuangdao Martial Arts Hall.
Feeling nostalgic, he raised the corner of his mouth, picked up the bowl of tonic soup, and used the Zhen Gang on his fingertips to remove anything on the bowl. He sniffed it at the same time and found that everything was fine.
He drank it in one gulp and wiped the concoction from the corners of his mouth. It was bitter and astringent, not as sweet as it had been a few years ago.
The soup is that soup, and the person is no longer that person.
"Senior, your surname is Lu?"
With an anxious mood, Xue Ling asked.
Now, the more she looked at him, the more she felt that this senior was like the person deep in her heart.
His ears were similar, his nose was similar, and so was the smile on his face. Every time she looked at him, she could find something familiar in her senior's facial features.
Nodding slightly, Lu Sheng looked calm.
"Thank you Miss Xue for the gift. If nothing happens, please come back."
With a faint smile, Lu Sheng put the porcelain bowl away, walked into the room, and closed the door with a bang.
"senior!"
With a sweet cry, Xue Ling suppressed her excitement and patted the door hard, only to find that the door was locked tightly.
A flash of realization flashed through her beautiful eyes. She bit her red lips tightly and murmured to herself:
"Why doesn't he recognize me?"
"Do you hate me? Yes, I was able to save him back then."
Squatting in front of the door, the fresh and refined girl's eyes were dim with tears. Her white dress was like a holy cloud of light under the candlelight.
Xue Ling didn't want to know the secret of Lu Sheng's rapid cultivation. She fell into deep self-blame. The emotions accumulated in her heart for several years made her, who had always been calm, lose control.
The maid left quickly and overheard something, but she was going to be whipped.
He knew who this girl was, but in this world of cannibalism, romance and love between children were all false!
No one can keep the scenery no matter how good it is.
His relationship with this woman is shallow, how can he get acquainted with her casually.
Besides, how did he know that this girl didn't just take a fancy to his strength and come to borrow his big tree to enjoy the shade.
He had always had a dismissive attitude towards this woman who possessed inflammatory tendencies.
It is too easy to change a girl's character in a few years.
After adjusting his breath for a while, he vaguely heard a sobbing sound outside the door, and a sneer appeared on his face. Was he trying to gain sympathy?
Immediately, he took out a beautiful box, and after opening it, there was a neat eye gauze inside.
The fingertips were so powerful that the eye gauze and the box were shattered into powder.
