By the time Zhou Shengxing rushed back to report the good news to Yu Ling, Yu Ling had already removed most of the gauze tape on his body, and the rest was more pretending, although it was said that if he used too much force, the wound would still crack, but he was completely unhindered in his movements, and this kind of recovery speed would definitely scare a large number of people to death. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"What's the matter, happy to be like this?" Yu Ling looked at Zhou Sheng, who was overly excited when he broke through the door.

"Ah Ling, you have a bye, you can rest for another day!" Zhou Sheng was almost so happy that he danced.

"Such a coincidence?" Yu Ling couldn't help but be slightly stunned, and at the same time couldn't help but start thinking, if Lingyun Pavilion was allowed to engage in the lottery industry, maybe Zhou Sheng would be able to win the jackpot, right?

"Uh...... Ahem, in fact, it wasn't me who drew it, it was someone I didn't know who secretly exchanged the bye to me......" Zhou Sheng finally couldn't help but didn't tell others the truth, but there was no need to hide it from Yuling.

Listening to him describe the appearance of the young man, Yu Ling thought of Xu Che for the first time, it seemed that he owed someone a favor unknowingly, as a friend, Xu Che was righteous enough.

"yes, I see. Yu Ling secretly kept this matter in mind and didn't say anything. After Zhou Sheng left, he returned to the meditation room to continue his meditation, perhaps for others, it is easy to involve wounds when running spiritual power during injury, but his meridians are already several times tougher than ordinary people after being reshaped, and due to the special nature of the Dao Primordial Technique, the more the spiritual power circulates, the more conducive it is to warm up the injury, and with the mysterious airflow in the jade pendant, it is definitely twice the result with half the effort, otherwise it is impossible for him to recover in two days.

Of course, the top-grade healing spirit ointment and Qing Qiong Dan sent by Meng Qingyun also played a great role, and the remaining medicinal power also strengthened his physique by the way, making his realm in the late stage of bone refining more stable.

Now that he has one more day to recuperate, not to mention the icing on the cake in the snow, when he reappears in the martial arts arena tomorrow, I am afraid that it will give many people a big surprise.

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In the early morning of the fourth day, the knockout round also officially entered the third round, and there are still more than 520 people left to participate, the weakest of which is also in the middle of Tongxuan, and none of them are simple characters.

"Line up in order, come over one by one to draw lots, don't mess around. ”

After the elders gave the usual order, they suddenly found a young man who was still in the Qi Cultivation Realm coming in front of them, and they couldn't help frowning slightly and said, "Don't make trouble if you are not a participant." ”

Zhou Sheng hurriedly explained simply, but instantly attracted a large number of eyes around him, you must know that this round also has a bye, this guy won't be lucky to draw again, right?

Although Zhou Sheng couldn't help but have the same expectations, it was unlikely that this kind of small probability event would have been bumped into one after another, let alone relying on the friendship and help of a certain well-wisher last time.

He glanced at the number on the wooden skewer in his hand, and asked Fang Shu beside him in a low voice, "Eh, who is No. 1792?"

"I'll help you go to ......" Fang Shu just subconsciously said halfway, the whole person fell into a stalemate, and it took a long time to resist the urge to jump to his feet, and he desperately lowered his voice and said: "Is there a mistake?! Are you sure it's No. 1792? Show it to me!"

When he saw the four digits on the wooden stick, Fang Shu was completely dead, and it took a long time before he squeezed out a smile that was more ugly than crying: "Xiao Sheng, Xiao Sheng...... How can you let me say that you are good, did you spend all your luck on yesterday's draw? Why did you bump into this great god at the beginning of today......

Zhou Sheng couldn't help but have a bad premonition: "More than 1,700 numbers...... It should be someone from Wuxuanmen, don't you want to tell me that I won their senior brother......

"You answered so right, I'll give you a hundred points......"

Zhou Sheng was like thunder in an instant, and he couldn't wait to chop his own hands, he knew that he should have directly asked Yuling to come over and draw lots, now it's good, Wu Xuanmen senior brother Jing Yue is the third god in this exchange competition, don't look at this name feminine, but people belong to Wu Xuanmen Law Enforcement Hall, and the lives under his hands are not one thousand but eight hundred, he is definitely the master who kills people without blinking, and it is the most favored Chungu Feng who has to fight against him, and he has to cheer up twelve points.

Such a character...... I'm afraid that Yu Ling may not be able to win if he meets in his peak state, not to mention that his injuries are not all healed now, right?

At this moment, Zhou Sheng had the urge to throw away the wooden stick and try again, but the elder of the Seven Star Hall who was standing in front saw that his face was wrong, and immediately said, "What are you doing in a daze? Hurry up and hand over the wooden stick, do you still want to secretly change it to another one?"

Under the cold and sharp gaze of the elders of the Seven Star Palace, Zhou Sheng was so nervous that his palms were sweating, but in this situation of being closely watched, it was impossible for him to play any tricks, and in the end, he could only reluctantly hand over the wooden stick.

"Oh, No. 1792, what's so special about this?" The elder of the Seven Star Hall grabbed it and looked at Zhou Sheng's ugly face with great interest.

The Wuxuanmen elder next to him reacted quickly and said, "Huh, isn't this Jingyue's kid? This luck is really good...... Ahem, I didn't say anything. ”

Facing the murderous gaze of the dean of the scholars, he decisively chose to keep silent, anyway, this kind of thing, let's just steal the fun, although Yu Ling was originally a very threatening opponent, but he was so seriously injured before, how could he recover within three days, this is completely to give our family Jingyue points.

The elders of the Seven Star Hall couldn't help but gloat, and picked up the brush and filled in the battle list, not giving the academy a chance to regret it at all, in fact, it was impossible for them to openly regret it.

There was a sudden uproar and noise around them, compared to the appearance of the disciples of the academy who were mourning, the other three major sects were extremely happy, if it weren't for the existence of the elder of the scholar, maybe they would have laughed directly.

The elder of the Seven Star Hall unscrupulously cast the group taunting skill: "Calculate the time, Yuling's battle should be an hour later, you should hurry up and ask him for his opinion, if he is too injured to participate in the battle, give us a reply as soon as possible, so as not to delay the time in vain." Don't worry, after all, it's understandable that he is a wounded and sick, no one will think that he is specifically afraid of Jingyue. ”

The elder of the book hated his last sentence, but he had nothing to do, so he had to pull Zhou Sheng and said, "What happened to Yuling?"

Zhou Sheng said weakly: "I don't know very well, when I saw him yesterday, he was still wrapped in a lot of gauze tapes, I'm afraid ......"

After the dean of the book was uncertain for a long time, he gritted his teeth and said, "Forget it, you told him not to be reckless, after all, the body is important, and you can't put the cart before the horse because of the face problem of the academy." ”