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Wu Jian had to admit that there was indeed an insurmountable gap between the new disciples and the academy disciples. Even though her physique is different from ordinary people, her martial arts skills are fortunate to be passed down by her master's Seraphim, and it takes a lot of effort to defuse his sword momentum and gain the upper hand in a mere cup of tea.

It will definitely not work like this, and there is not even half the chance of winning.

Ye Xiao's swordsmanship has a very distinctive feature: it is done in one go, once it gets up, it can't stop, and there is no room for a pause.

If this continues, she is completely in a situation of passive defense, and she will definitely lose if she holds out until the end.

No, she has persevered to the end, these two competitions are shortcuts specially opened up for her by Ye Liufeng, the road is paved, and she can't lose anything!

There was a glint in the dark eyes of the Innocent, and he thought of a way out of the predicament.

The shadow of the sword was like a net, so fast that it was dazzling, and it came to her with a remnant of light.

At this critical juncture, she closed her eyes, her saber fell to her waist, and gave up resistance.

Ye Xiao secretly screamed that it was not good, but the move had already been released, how could there be any reason to take it back?

Hiss -

The sharp blade cut through the sleeve on the right side of Wuxian's shirt, and cut a deep hole in her white jade forearm, and immediately the blood flowed like a stream, and the blood as red as a flower on the other side stained her pure white sleeve.

The double row of dark green bracelets that were hidden under the sleeves of her shirt and given to her by Ban'er were stained with blood, and a branch vein was silently derived from the surface of the pattern, which automatically circled into the shape of a leaf.

"Ahh

Most of the new disciples in the audience were very optimistic about Wu Wu, thinking that she could break the curse that new disciples were inferior to the disciples of the academy and become an example for the new students.

Wu Wu was suddenly injured, and they were even more nervous than she was.

"You ......" Ye Xiao was stunned, or rather, she was overwhelmed by Wuxian's sudden abandonment of resistance, seeing the blood constantly gushing from her sleeves, she felt dizzy in her mind, and her heart seemed to be blocked by something.

"Go on. Wuxian bit his lower lip, his eyes burst out with a bright light comparable to a star due to his persistence, and regardless of the aggravation of the injury caused by his right arm, he raised the sword in his hand to launch an attack on Ye Xiao.

Ye Xiao didn't know if he was shocked by her blood or because the sword momentum was broken halfway, the aura of the whole person was diametrically opposite to just now, as if he had lost his fighting spirit, and he even looked so absent-minded to deal with it.

"Ye Xiao! show your strength!"

The clear-eyed disciples of the Academy Jin saw that Ye Xiao's strength was inadequate, and cheered for him in the audience.

Disciples of the Academy, in terms of cultivation alone, which one of them can't beat the new disciples?

What's more, Ye Xiao is the first in the academy, how could he fall behind in front of the new disciples?

Ye Xiao's face was solemn, and he felt an invisible layer of pressure on his body.

He didn't want to lose, but the reality was against people, and after being injured, he took the lead, his rhythm was interrupted, and it was not so easy to break it back.

Indeed, after gaining the first opportunity, Wuxian was sharp, and his sword skills were flexible and free, not inferior to Ye Xiao at all. What's more, every move she made seemed to be specifically generated to restrain him, always holding back the momentum a second before he was about to fight back.

"Senior brother, admit it. ”

The last move is to decide the winner. Although Ye Xiao did not go out of bounds, the sword of immortality was already sealed in his throat.

"Your hurt ......" Ye Xiao wanted to speak and stopped.

He lost, losing to a new disciple who was one year lower than him, but it was not as difficult to accept as he imagined.

The blood of the immortal kept flowing out of his sleeves, staining his white clothes red, dripping on the blade of the sword, and burning his eyes.

He obviously lost, but he couldn't have the slightest resentment and chagrin in his heart, and his eyes were staring straight at the wound of Wuwu.

are all brothers in the same school, is he too heavy?

Wuxian looked cold, and casually tore off a piece of clean cloth from the sleeve of his left hand, and made a simple bandage for the wound to stop the bleeding.

After hearing the referee announce that she was the winner, a shallow smile appeared on her face.

The new disciples under the refining stage were all cheering for her, commemorating this historic moment.

Putting away his sword, he held his injured hand and prepared to walk back, the smile on his face had not yet dispersed, but he saw a blue figure crashing all the way from the noisy crowd, his face still full of anger.

Ye Liufeng?

How did he get here?

"Liufeng ......" Before he finished speaking, his injured right arm was picked up by Ye Liufeng and clenched tightly.

"Let's talk about it later!" Ye Liufeng kept a calm face, grabbed Wuxian and walked back.

The competition between her and Ye Xiao has already ended, because she is the winner, so there is the last competition with Senior Brother Yue in the first section of the cabinet in the afternoon.

"Where are you taking me?"

The eyes that everyone looked at her and Ye Liufeng had a little more playfulness, which made her feel hairy.

Ye Liufeng is broken sleeve, if no one pulls her away like this, will it lead to reverie?

But she's not a broken sleeve!

……

Uh, how did you get to the door of her dorm room?

Ye Liufeng was silent all the way, seeing that she was about to reach the door, she was just about to reach out and push the door, but she saw him kick her door open roughly, and the door frame slammed into it.

Innocent was taken aback.

Ye Liufeng, who is crazy?

"Where's the medicine?" he sat down pressing her against the edge of the bed, looking around for medicine.

"In ...... In the left drawer of that table. "It's the first time I've seen Ye Liufeng be so unkind to himself, and it's rare to stammer.

She also wanted to reach out to show him the direction, but he slapped it down mercilessly, "It's all hurt like this, what are you moving?!"

He walked to the corner she was pointing at in three steps and rummaged through the medicine.

found the medicine and put it next to Wuxian, and then made a basin of water with neat movements.

"Bear with me, don't call out if it's a man!" obviously threatened her fiercely, but the movements of her hands were very delicate and gentle.

The cloth that tied the wound had coagulated with the blood and dried into a blood scab, Ye Liufeng frowned, tore the fabric little by little, and used gauze to scrub the wound for her.

The scar that had not yet coagulated was cracked open again, and blood flowed down the lower arm and dripped into the basin of water, which soon stained the basin red, and the smell of blood permeated the room.

Ye Liufeng quickly cleaned the wound, finished applying the medicine, and then bandaged it with clean gauze, and his frowning brows eased a little.

"You're so angry because I'm a little hurt?"

He rushed over as soon as the competition was over, and it seemed that someone had informed him of the news.

"Bleeding so much, is this called a little injury?" Ye Liufeng knocked on the basin of water dyed crimson in his hand and glared at her fiercely, "It's almost to the bone, if it weren't for the hospital exam, I would have to abolish him!"

"Don't ......" Wu Xian hurriedly persuaded him to stop this thought, "The sword has no eyes, it's normal to have an accident occasionally, you must not mess around, the head of the family has to be reasonable." ”

Ye Liufeng snorted coldly.

"The afternoon competition is canceled, don't go. ”