Zhao Mingyang felt a flower in front of him, and he appeared outside the stone gate of the Phantom Gold Pagoda. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info His left hand was stroking the not-so-deep sword wound on his chest, and his face was cloudy for a while.

The front of the Phantom Golden Pagoda was empty, and there was no one else except Lu Zun and Zhuge Xi, which made Zhao Mingyang extremely embarrassed. He realized that he was the first to be eliminated, and he hadn't even had a chance to see the appearance of the jade gold fruit. Thinking of the person who eliminated him, Zhao Mingyang couldn't help but feel a cloud of anger in his heart. He didn't say much, and sat cross-legged in silence by the corner in front of the tower, waiting for the trial to end.

Zhuge Xi noticed Zhao Mingyang the moment he came out, and he was slightly surprised in his heart. He had heard of this Zhao Mingyang, and as an entry-level trialist, his skills were not bad. Especially with the protection of the Xuanqing Broken Formation Armor that has a family heirloom, even if it is defeated, it should not be too miserable. But at this time, it seems that this Zhao family kid was not only eliminated, but also suffered a lot of injuries.

After Zhang Liang got up from the river and left just now, Zhuge Xi and Lu Zun were not holding Zhang Liang in custody. They were attracted by an interesting and somewhat doorway little monk, and naturally they didn't pay much attention to the collision between Zhao Mingyang and Zhang Liang.

Zhuge Xi walked over to Zhao Mingyang with great interest, and took out a small cardboard box with his palm.

"Here you go." Zhuge Xi said softly, "The special medicine of the Development Bureau has a good effect on treating trauma. ”

A hint of embarrassment flashed on Zhao Mingyang's dark face, and he was a little embarrassed. is obviously the first loser, where did he have the cheekiness to accept the medicine handed over by the monitor.

Zhuge Xi saw the hesitation of this stupid big man, and couldn't help but shake his head and smile: "I have had a few encounters with Lingzun Zhao Jianlin. I also heard Zhao's predecessor's Lin'er mention it. ”

When he heard that this beautiful inspector like a girl still knew his own Lao Tzu, Zhao Mingyang was even more embarrassed. But he didn't dare to refuse the medicine handed over by Zhuge Xi again. After all, people have a relationship with their father, and basic respect for him must be achieved.

"Thank you." Zhao Mingyang lowered his head and muttered, stretched out his hand to take the medicine.

The front of this medicine box is printed with four big words of "Traumatic Miracle Medicine", and there is a line of small words in the lower right corner - produced by Lutishan Technology and Technology Development Department; On the side, the usage and dosage are printed: Treat all kinds of trauma, one piece of injury, do not take more.

Zhao Mingyang opened the medicine box with a strange look and gently pulled out a plate of pills. The four pills are flattened in the shape of a diamond, encased in plastic packaging with a foil closure on the back — exactly like the pills in the world, not much different from each other.

Zhuge Xi smiled and watched Zhao Mingyang take out a pill and eat it in disbelief, and couldn't help laughing: "What's the matter, is the shape of this medicine too unexpected?" Who stipulates that the medicine that Haishan takes must be like an antique projectile, encapsulated in a porcelain bottle. ”

As the beautiful inspector spoke, a hint of surprise flashed on Zhao Mingyang's face. As soon as the pill entered the abdomen, the sword wound on the chest began to itch and squirm. In just ten seconds, the stabbed chest was as smooth as ever. Zhao Mingyang looked at the four exaggerated characters of "Traumatic Miracle Medicine" on the box again, and suddenly felt that it was worthy of its name.

"Excuse me, who were you injured by?" Zhuge Xi saw that he was fine, and opened his mouth to say his problem.

When Zhao Mingyang heard this, his face was a little angry, and he twisted his eyebrows and said hatefully; "A villain of bad character!"

Zhuge Xi's beautiful eyebrows were raised, waiting for the following.

After Zhao Mingyang finished scolding, he let out a long sigh. He said helplessly: "Bad conduct is bad, but I am indeed not his opponent." After all, that person had already entered the Huang Ting realm. ”

Not far away, Lu Zun's buttocks were facing the two of them, his head drooping on the stone slab and looking down the mountain, as if he didn't care about everything, and a pair of fluffy ears immediately stood up when he heard this.

Zhuge Xi's face changed in horror, and before he could speak, a cold voice suddenly came from behind him.

"Who arrived at the Huang Ting Realm?"

Zhuge Xi turned his head suddenly, and a thin young man in a dark cloth robe stood behind him with half a step in his hands. This person is only one meter six tall, with long unkempt hair tied at the back of his neck, a tight and slightly pale face that is slightly immature, and a pair of gray eyes as sharp as knives under his thick eyebrows, staring at Zhao Mingyang tightly.

Zhao Mingyang had never encountered such a domineering look, and he was so frightened that he forgot to answer.

Zhuge Xi smiled when he saw this person's face, and his big eyes bent into a crescent moon looked this little man up and down, and he greeted him familiarly: "Yo! Brother Liu Hao, you're back. ”

Liu Hao?

When Zhao Mingyang heard this, his chest flashed like a thunderbolt, and his heart was blown up. This name is really too loud, and it definitely deserves the words "thunder". For a straightforward martial arts idiot like Zhao Mingyang, Liu Hao is faintly his idol. And the half-grown child in front of him, who looks like he is only fifteen or sixteen years old, is Liu Hao?

Huang Tingbang's eyes are full of willows. The leader of the fourth mountain, the "Sea Mountain Martyr", is also the youngest elder of the entire "Zhongshan Sutra".

The "young man" named Liu Hao ignored Zhuge Xi's warm greeting, still stared at Zhao Mingyang, and repeated his question: "Who did you say came to the Huang Ting Realm?" ”

Zhao Mingyang woke up like a dream, "oh oh" replied a few times and quickly thought about it. The man who won himself didn't seem to tell him what his name was from beginning to end, although his appearance was good, but Zhao Mingyang, a rough man, was too difficult for him to do this kind of meticulous work to describe his appearance.

His name was 。。。。。。 Uh, he's 。。。。。。 How so? ”

Zhao Mingyang couldn't help but sweat on his forehead, he didn't want to snub his idol. Just as he was scratching his ears and cheeks and his eyes were rolling, he inadvertently swept into the situation in the light curtain not far from Lu Zun, and couldn't help but point to the light curtain and scream.

"It's him, it's him. It's the one who walks into the picture! With Huang Tingjing's cultivation, he defeated me with a single move of the sword. ”

Zhuge Xi and Liu Hao followed his finger and looked back. In the light curtain picture, a little monk was faintly surrounded by five or six people, and Zhang Liang, who had kept Zhuge Xi in mind before, was slowly moving closer to the little monk.

"Him?" Zhuge Xi looked surprised.

"Huang Tingjing's 。。。。。。 Sword cultivation? Liu Hao stared at Zhang Liang's figure firmly, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but smile, excited and inexplicable.

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Zhang Liang leaned over to the little monk, but his head was thinking quickly.

Not long ago, after regaining some strength, he began to look for other jade and gold fruit trees, but he didn't expect to meet Master Jueming so coincidentally.

Jueming's situation at this time made his heart sink. The thin little monk was surrounded by five trialists, as if he was persecuting him for something. The little monk was crying, but he still shook his head resolutely.

Thinking of the little monk's kindness and simplicity, Zhang Liang was a little worried. He gritted his teeth secretly, and his eyes rolled to his heart. Suddenly, he shouted, "Alas? Isn't this big brother, are the other four your friends? What's wrong with this monk? ”

After shouting, Zhang Liang had a look of excitement on his face, shook off his stride and strode towards everyone.

"Who is this man? Your friend? ”

"I don't know! Is it yours? ”

"I don't know either!"

Before a few people could react to who the eldest brother was called, this person had already run to everyone's side quickly, passed by without squinting, grabbed the little monk's arm and ran away.

"Damn! Tricked! Grandma's chase! These people were dumbfounded, stunned for a second before they woke up from a big dream, and followed Zhang Liangdi's back angrily.

"Zhang Liang's donor?! Amitabha, we are really destined for the donor. The little monk looked surprised, and while running, he raised one hand and saluted Zhang Liang.

Zhang Liang was speechless for a while. This little master's nerves are really big, and his front feet are still surrounded by people and he doesn't know what to do, and his back feet happily greet him.

"Don't be so outward, little master Jueming. Whew, whew, whew, why are these people besieging you? ”

The little monk sighed when he heard this, and said with emotion; "Little monk, I happened to find a jade gold fruit tree, and as soon as I came down from the tree after picking the fruit, I was surrounded by these people. I must hand over all the fruit I have picked. ”

Zhang Liang was stunned when he heard this, what happened to this little master was surprisingly similar to himself. It's just that he has only one opponent, and he has five.

"Ha, ha, ha. Then, then you think that there is no chance of winning a pair of fives, just find them again, why embarrass yourself. The little monk ran so fast that Zhang Liang had to sprint with all his strength in order to keep up with him, and he ran out of breath for a while.

The little monk also had a deeply appreciative expression when he heard this, and continued: "The little monk thinks so too! However, the donors said that they could not trust me, and that they were afraid that I would hide it privately, so they had to break the talisman on my chest and pick it up themselves. ”

Zhang Liang immediately understood. This little master is timid and thieves, and it can almost be said that he has no heart to fight. If he had the opportunity, he would definitely be willing to choose to hand over the Jade Golden Fruit. However, the reason why the little master resolutely refused to give up the trial and was captured was probably because he was afraid that he would be eliminated like this, so go back to the master and beat him. Zhang Liang couldn't help but secretly want to laugh, this little master is really pitiful, he was obviously scared to death by these five people, but he was still forced to give up by the master's verbal intimidation.

"Hmph, where are you going?" A cold cry suddenly came from the front. The two of them searched for prestige, and two of the five people who were chasing them just now didn't know what method they used, so they ran in front of them and turned back and attacked.

"Oh my god!" Zhang Liang took a long breath and almost spit out his lungs. He was panting with one tired hand, waving his hand at Jueming again and again, stopping in place and saying, "Ha, ha, ha." The little master has good physical strength, you can run first! Don't be caught throwing out of the trial and betraying your master's trust. Ha, ha, ha, damn me can't run, no, I'm tired. ”

Jue Ming looked at the five people who gradually surrounded him, his face turned pale, and his little heart fluttered. But he thought that Zhang Liang's benefactor was trying to save himself, how could he run away alone and abandon him?

"Zhang, Zhang Liang donor, you rest for a while. Feel relieved. The little monk looked back at Zhang Liang who was sitting on the ground, his body trembled slightly involuntarily, revealing a smile that was more ugly than crying, but his tone was firm.

"The little monk is here to protect you."