Song Zhong saw Jing Hong's eyes staring at him with burning eyes, and he suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

After only two rounds of fighting, he saw that this girl was a little evil, and now it seems that it is really as he expected.

The long-handled axe was useless now, thicker than the rough skin and flesh, and he was no match for the bull demon, but none of that was the worst.

The worst thing is that now his spiritual power has gone fifty or sixty percent.

While holding a medium-grade spirit stone to replenish his spiritual power, he summoned a flying sword instead of his giant axe to fight with the flying sword of Shocking Hong.

As if he didn't see him busy replenishing his spiritual power, Jing Hong only stood honestly and commanded the bull demon to hit Song Zhong's protective spiritual power shield.

Song Zhong didn't relax because he got a moment to breathe, he instinctively thought that there must be something strange in this.

But before he could come up with a meridian unitary, a mouthful of blood suddenly spurted out.

At least nine of the ten onlookers had expressions of unknown expressions, and they couldn't figure out why Song Zhong suddenly vomited blood.

Less than one percent of the monks glanced at the long-handled giant axe surrounded by unknown slime and raging fire after Song Zhong vomited blood and fell into a coma.

Jing Hong sighed in his heart, and then chanted a few more times, and the slime, the fire, and the bull demon all disappeared without a trace.

walked over and pinched Song Zhong's mouth and fed him a healing pill, and Jing Hong arched his hand to the Jindan monk who was presiding over the competition.

There was a hint of admiration in the eyes of the monk of the golden pill period when he looked at her—it was the first time he had seen such a clever but good-hearted girl.

The Jindan Stage Monk first waved her hand to signal that she could go, and then called the four Qi Refining Stage Minor Monks who had given him a hand to come to the stage and let them take Song Zhong and the giant axe that had been deformed.

Jinghong stepped out of the ring, and Miao Xiu, who had been waiting for a long time, immediately greeted him, "Congratulations, junior sister." ”

Her tone was sincere, but her face remained calm.

Jinghong was very satisfied with Miao Xiu's performance.

Although she won this competition, her opponent was her fellow brother after all. Now that her senior brother is unconscious, if she or the people around her are elated and unable to control themselves, it is a typical search for beatings and under-pumping.

Turning his head sideways and glancing at Song Zhong, who was still unconscious, Jinghong pulled Miao Xiu and followed silently not far away.

She didn't deliberately hide her whereabouts, so it didn't take long for the four Qi Refining Stage Junior Cultivators to see that something was wrong. Several people carried Song Zhong forward cautiously, and on the other hand, you look at me and I look at you, exchanging glances with each other.

They all couldn't figure out what Jing Hong wanted, but they didn't dare to turn around and question her openly.

Miao Xiu saw it clearly, and couldn't help but quietly bite her ears with Jinghong, "Senior sister, look at those little junior brothers, all of them have an expression of fear that you will do something to Senior Brother Song." ”

A slight smile curled up at the corner of Jinghong's lips, "Let them guess." ”

Miao Xiu was helpless and funny, "You, do whatever you want to do quickly, what's the point of scaring a few children?"

Jing Hong pointed at Song Zhong, "I want to treat his injuries, and by the way, I will help him deal with that axe." ”

"What?!" Miao Xiu was so frightened by her that she almost didn't jump, "You...... Senior sister, do you know what you're talking about? If you want to help Senior Brother Song heal his injuries, I won't stop you, but refining weapons is absolutely impossible!"

Jing Hong stretched out his white and tender little paw and patted Miao Xiu's arm, "Senior sister, I didn't say that I wanted to refine the weapon in front of him, what are you afraid of?"

Miao Xiu's eyes blinked, she had already understood what Jing Hong meant, but then she thought of another question, "But, Senior Brother Song, will he hand over his magic weapon to you?"

Jing Hong didn't worry about this problem at all, "If you don't give it to me, then he will have to change a magic weapon." ”

Miao Xiu couldn't help but darken her face when she heard this, "Speaking of which, I haven't had time to ask you, what is that talisman of yours?

Seeing her disgusted expression, Jing Hong laughed happily instead, "It's an extremely rare aquatic monster, its name is Tu Yu, and its biggest feature is that it is sticky and burn-resistant. ”

Miao Xiu immediately heard that something was wrong, "So, it was the flame that destroyed the axe?"

Jing Hong nodded, "It is one of the inferior quality of the various alien fires generated by heaven and earth, but its lethality is comparable to that of the Jindan monk's samadhi true fire, so it can cause so much damage to that giant axe." ”

Miao Xiu felt that she had a headache, "You dare to use this kind of talisman, aren't you afraid that the seniors present will see that something is wrong?"

Jing Hong smiled slyly, "That's why I was so hesitant before I used it." ”

Hearing her say this, Miao Xiu immediately remembered the painful expression on her face before she used these two talismans, and she was a little helpless, "You, you turned so many thoughts in just a moment!"

Jing Hong spread his hands, "If I don't come out with some good things that press the bottom of the box, and don't let myself suffer a little under Senior Brother Song, I don't know how many people will come to me for trouble in the future." I don't want to be watched by people in my every move, and I don't want people to think of me as a fat sheep to be slaughtered, so I can only use more thought. ”

The two followed the anxious four minor monks all the way to the Ning Xin Hall, which was temporarily used to house the wounded, and then swaggered to Song Zhong's cultivation room.

The four minor friars worked together to carry Song Zhong to the bed, and then the three who were left behind honestly guarded by the bedside, thinking that they had no trace, separated Jinghong and Miao Xiu from Song Zhong, and the other slipped out against the wall to ask the senior in charge of taking care of the wounded.

Jing Hong smiled secretly in her heart, but her face was serious, and when she entered the house, she stood at the door with her arms crossed and Miao Xiu, waiting for the arrival of the seniors in the door who took care of the wounded with the three little friars.

They waited for less than two minutes without saying a word, and the little monk who had gone out to call for someone had already turned back with a Jindan monk.

The three minor monks who were guarding the bed immediately moved out of the way, and then the four of them looked at the Jindan monk together.

The Jindan monk sat down in front of Song Zhong's bed, and after careful examination, he found that this person was already recovering.

He looked at the little monk who called him over with burning eyes, "Any of you have given him an elixir?"

The little monk immediately subconsciously glanced at Jinghong.

The Jindan period monk also looked at her, and after staring at her for less than a breath, he suddenly solved the mystery with a face, "It's actually the Wood Fire Twin Spirit Root, no wonder you can make such a good medicine just after building the foundation." ”

Jing Hong raised his eyebrows, and said neither humbly nor arrogantly: "Thank you seniors for your appreciation." ”