"This matter is indeed that we have failed to investigate for a while and wronged you, what do you say?" Elder Chu looked at Third Uncle Li, frowned deeply, and asked.

"It's very simple, our brothers are here for Qingyun Bang this time, you have to give us some compensation, you can't let us come for nothing, right?" After speaking, Third Uncle Li gave Zhao Yang a look.

"Compensation?" Elder Chu pondered for a moment and said, "But now there are only forty martial artists left, these forty people, all of them are elites, even if I give you a chance, you are not anyone's opponent......"

"Eh, you can't talk so much, if you don't try, how do you know that our brothers are not opponents?"

"Third uncle, I think what Elder Chu said is reasonable. Zhao Yang said in a low voice.

"What's the point?"

Third Uncle Li shouted loudly: "I don't care, I can't go up the mountain for nothing, no matter what, my Third Uncle Li must stand in the ring of this Qingyun List!"

"You're just a mid-level martial artist in the Psychic Realm, maybe you'll be killed as soon as you get on the field, don't you regret it even if you die?" Elder Chu asked.

"No regrets!" Uncle Li stubbed his neck and said.

"Okay, ambitious!" Mo Lunfeng laughed loudly.

At this time, Zhao Yang had all kinds of egg pain.

Can you make up for Uncle Li's third place, don't make it up for me?

Although Zhao Yang thought in his heart, he couldn't open this mouth.

In this kind of place, the masters appreciate the attitude of Uncle Li, and if Zhao Yang himself says what he thinks in his heart, he will inevitably be looked down upon.

No matter what the reason, it will be regarded as a coward.

Therefore, since Uncle Li strongly asked to join the Qingyun Bang ring halfway, Zhao Yang could only accompany him to die!

The result is not important, what matters is the attitude of a warrior!

In this world where the strong are respected, even if they die, they don't want to lose the chance to succeed, which is the attitude that a warrior should have!

At this time, Zhao Yang clearly noticed that Elder Mo was looking at him with a complicated look.

Zhao Yang didn't understand what Elder Mo's eyes thought of this, but he knew that Elder Mo would definitely come to him!

Soon, Elder Chu inserted a team for Zhao Yang and Li Sanshu, dismantling the pair of masters who were supposed to face each other in the next round, and letting them face Zhao Yang and Li Sanshu respectively.

This pair of masters is the weakest of the only remaining forty masters, however, this is only relative!

In the past three days of fierce fighting, only forty of the more than 200 participating martial artists remained!

It can be said that even the weakest two people are the best among those nearly two hundred masters who have been eliminated!

And among the two hundred eliminated masters, Zhao Yang and Uncle Li may not be able to win a few!

In the Daoist world, the gap in the realm is like an insurmountable barrier, even if it is a stage gap, it is extremely large!

For the mid-level martial artists of the Psychic Realm, it is almost impossible to win against the high-level martial artists of the Psychic Realm!

Because of this turmoil, the Qingyunbang ring in the afternoon was temporarily suspended and moved to the next day.

It didn't take long for the entire hall to disperse.

Zhao Yang and Uncle Li came to Condensation Frost's residence together and took Nan Nan back to their house.

Halfway through, two figures suddenly flashed out, startling them!

These two people appeared in front of them and looked at each other, and a strong hostility burst out of their eyes!

Zhao Yang and the others stood in place, a little confused.

Aren't these two people in the same group?

However, he was not very worried, because there was a Condensing Qi Realm martial artist standing beside him, these two people were only at the high level of the Psychic Realm, and they could not pose any threat to them at all.

"Excuse me, do you have anything to do?" Zhao Yang asked.

"My senior brother has been poisoned by this guy, I hope you can help me get rid of it!" The martial artist on the left pointed to the martial artist on the right, and then said to Zhao Yang.

"Oh, detoxification. Zhao Yang turned his head to the other person and asked, "What about you?"

"I have internal injuries, my junior brother is more seriously injured than me, I hope you can do me a favor, I know you are a master of medical Taoism. The man on the right said, clutching his chest.

"Heal the wounds, no problem. Zhao Yang said with a smile.

"Okay, then in that case, you can come with me!" After speaking, the man turned around to lead the way, but at this time, the person on the left suddenly shouted: "Brother Zhao Yang, my senior brother is highly poisoned and will die soon!"

"Oh, why don't you go to him first?" Zhao Yang said to the man on the right.

"He can't die!" said the man on the right in a deep voice.

At this moment, the man on the left gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice: "How do you know that he can't die, I don't think he will live long!"

"I said I can't die, I can't die!" the man on the right snorted coldly, "I don't know how deep the poison is in him?"

At this moment, Zhao Yang's eyes flashed, and he smiled faintly: "This Daoist brother, it is better for you to give him the antidote, so that I can go and help you and your junior brother treat your injuries with peace of mind." ”

"It's okay!" the poison path martial artist thought for a while, then took out a small porcelain bottle from his arms, poured a pill in his hand, threw it to the other party, and said, "Eat this, and the poison will naturally be cured!"

"Thanks!"

The martial artist snorted coldly, but he didn't really appreciate the love of the poisonous Dao martial artist, but glanced at Zhao Yang gratefully, and turned around.

Then, Zhao Yang and his party followed the poisonous Dao martial artist to their room.

Zhao Yang took turns to help their brothers and sisters heal their injuries, and then gave each of them a pill of healing medicine, so that their injuries would be fully recovered in only half a month at most.

The two Poison Dao Martial Artists felt that their injuries had suddenly improved a lot, and they were very grateful to Zhao Yang, and before Zhao Yang left, they gave him a bottle of antidote.

The front foot went out of the door of the poisonous path martial artist, and Zhao Yang was invited away by other martial artists on the back foot, so that Uncle Li and Condensation Frost had to take Nan Nan and Zhao Yang together.

With the condensation frost master, Zhao Yang's safety has been greatly guaranteed.

In this way, Zhao Yang helped more than a dozen people treat their injuries one after another, and then he was able to return to his room.

And the condensation cream sent them to the door, and they went to busy cooking.

As soon as he entered the door, Uncle Li hurriedly went to make a fire, and when the house was warmed up, Nan Nan sat down in the hottest place on the kang, leaned on the "fire wall" and stretched out comfortably, and fell asleep directly.

"Zhao Yang, did you smell a ...... in the house when you entered the door? I can't say that it tastes, you say it's fragrant, but it's not fragrant, I can't say what it tastes like......" Uncle Li said.

Zhao Yang smiled faintly and said, "I smelled it a long time ago, it's okay, don't worry." ”

Third Uncle Li nodded, and then scolded hatefully: "I hate Zhao Tianyun, that bastard, who planted the blame for us, so that we almost didn't participate in the Qingyun List ring!"

Now that Zhao Tianyun has been killed, the anger in Zhao Yang's heart has disappeared.

However, if he killed Zhao Tianyun, a dog mongrel, with his own hands, he would be happier.