Wang Chuxuan guessed correctly, it was the night before.

Mo Xiaolin, Mo Xiaoya, and Wen Qiming came to Wen Shouji's house, and Wen Shouji was lying on the bed and asleep, his expression was painful and weak, and his appearance was like a withered tree.

Mo Xiaolin looked around him, without any guidance from his sister, he knew that Wen Shouji had his own strength at a glance, and the crimson breath flowed out of Wen Shouji's body with a wave of his hand, and swam away in his hand with his wave.

Mo Xiaolin played with this wonderful crimson energy, that energy was like an arm and finger was extremely obedient, Mo Xiaolin became excited, and said, "Go find the old man in the day." ”

The crimson energy seemed to understand human language, and it flew into the air at great speed and disappeared, looking for Na Yiqing's grandfather.

Mo Xiaoya looked into the distance through the window and said, "Twelve and that boy are symbiotic and coexist, this curse spell should have been unintentionally revealed by that young man, and naturally it is now driven by you." ”

The spell has been removed, but Wen Shouji is still lying in a coma on the hospital bed, his face is yellow and decayed, and he has long since lost his former domineering.

Wen Qiming waited for a long time and didn't see any improvement from his younger brother, so he stepped forward and said softly: "Brother, the spell has been transferred to that old man, wake up quickly!"

Wen Shouji didn't react at all, still unconscious and motionless.

Then he hurriedly knelt down and kowtowed to Mo Xiaoya for help, shouting: "Master, why hasn't my brother recovered yet?"

Mo Xiaoya said casually: "It seems that the curse has followed him for too long, consuming his vigorous vitality, and his decaying body has reached the point of irreversibility, and now he has become too weak, you can treat him as a person about fifty years old, maybe he will no longer have the right to live if there is another disease." ”

Wen Qiming was stunned like a basin of cold water poured on his body, and his heart was like a knife.

He has been a genius of cultivation since he was a child, and he has been loved by thousands of people, so he naturally looks down on this waste-like younger brother, and has always had nothing but charity for him.

But after all, the blood is connected, and when he looks at his exhausted brother, he regrets it like never before, and the emotion that he grew up together has returned.

Wen Qiming choked and knelt down.

Hugging Mo Xiaolin's thigh, he shouted: "Master, please, as long as you can save him, let me do anything." ”

Mo Xiaolin got bored, and wondered: "Sister, this person is so annoying! Can he be killed?"

The emotionless words made Wen Qiming cry for a moment, and looked at Mo Xiaolin in surprise.

Mo Xiaoya said without hesitation: "If you want to kill, kill it!" My contract with him has been completed, and the next step will be to attack the academy, and now he is useless." ”

For Mo Xiaoya, his younger brother is all she has, and she can kill anyone for Mo Xiaolin's sake, as long as Mo Xiaolin is willing.

Wen Qiming suddenly felt that the temperature in the house dropped rapidly, and his heart also dropped to the bottom, and then he remembered the day he met her, this woman was slaughtered outside the city, and he still wanted to kill if he recognized her as his master, and in front of him were just two cold-blooded madmen.

Wen Qiming hurriedly begged for mercy, and his head was bleeding.

Mo Xiaolin sneered, and said unhurriedly: "You kidnapped the people of the academy and were killed when you came back, who do you say the forces behind you will suspect?"

Cold sweat oozed from Wen Qiming's forehead, and his heart became desperate.

Looking back at his brother who was sick in bed, he reached out and drew his sword.

Mo Xiaolin looked at him with interest.

Wen Qiming knew that these two were extremely strong now, and he still had a blood curse on his body, so it seemed that he would not be able to escape death today, so he immediately gave up resistance and threw the matching sword to the ground.

Mo Xiaoya smiled and walked over to help him up.

Wen Qiming suddenly showed gratitude.

Mo Xiaoya exclaimed, "What kind of expression are you, it's so funny! I just came to get something, but I didn't say that you won't die." ”

Wen Qiming was stunned, only to watch Mo Xiaoya take out a letter from the clothes on her chest and hand it to Mo Xiaolin.

Mo Xiaolin licked his tongue after getting the letter, and muttered in his mouth: "Make a deal with the devil, do you think it's so simple, idiot!"

With a slight wave of the knife in his palm, Wen Qiming only felt that the sky was spinning for a while, his consciousness became more and more blurred, and he slowly closed his eyes, and before closing his eyes, he happened to see his body that was still standing, and the dress on his body was really beautiful.

Mo Xiaolin opened the letter, only to see that it was written: Brother Deng Xian, are you still fine? Brother, I found a martial arts talent in the territory, and I am specially recommended to Chang Academy to him, he is Mo Xiaolin, I am an ordinary person in Shuiqiao Village, David, but it is a pity that his family and villagers have all passed away due to the border attack, and it is very pitiful, brother, I cherish talents, but it is a pity that I only accept children from aristocratic families here, so I am specially recommended to study in your academy, and I hope to arrange to enter the academy to study as soon as possible - Wei Shudi;

At the end of the letter, the seal of the Daqi Academy was stamped.

Mo Xiaoya looked at the letter with satisfaction, nominally it was already available, and she could start the next step.

Mo Xiaolin waited for a while, and said regretfully: "It's really useless for me to kill people, Wen Qiming's death didn't make me feel the growth of strength, then Wang Chuxuan, I can only let you fall!"

............

Wang Chuxuan was thinking about what Yiqing said about her grandfather's situation at the moment, and the more worried he became, the more worried he was about to go and see if he was free to take a look after the next vacation after the competition.

He saw that Yiqing was in good spirits today, so he temporarily suppressed the worry in his heart and did not tell her.

Wang Chuxuan thought for a while and said, "I'll go with you to meet your grandfather another day, I have some questions I want to ask the old man." ”

Yiqing smiled and nodded.

At this moment, Jiao Xi came to the ring and picked up the roster and took a look.

Then he said: "The second round of the competition will be held today, and the one who will be called will fight one-on-one, the loser will be eliminated, and one win will advance to participate in the third round of the competition, Wang Chuxuan will be the first to appear, against Xing Mingyao of the Imperial Soul Academy, and the two of them will come to the stage to compete." ”

Wang Chuxuan motioned to Yiqing, and then entered the venue.

Xing Mingyao snorted coldly on the other side of the ring, jumped up, kicked a beautiful whirlwind in the air, and landed gorgeously on the ring.

He has long black hair and is extremely handsome.

Wang Chuxuan scolded secretly: "Sao Bao!"

The two sides looked at each other and practiced fighting etiquette, Xing Mingyao couldn't wait to start immediately, but was suddenly stopped by Wang Chuxuan, according to the rules of the competition, he still had to ask first.

Xing Mingyao didn't really understand what he was going to do, so he asked directly, "What are you going to do?"

Wang Chuxuan said: "Who are you Xing Yi?"

Xing Mingyao hated: "We are the children of a family, of the same origin and the same ancestry, I am his cousin in terms of seniority, and I will avenge him today." ”

After saying that, Xing Mingyao immediately attacked and came up directly with his bare hands to fight hand-to-hand.