At this time, even Jiang Jun, who had been silent just now, couldn't help but scream, completely ignoring the teacher's image, and dancing excitedly.

Of the people in the audience, only Zhao Zhixiao was stunned, standing still in place, muttering to himself: "Impossible, I can't lose!" ”

In addition, there is another person who is indifferent to the results, and that is Fang Yating!

Seeing that the game was over, Fang Yating closed the book, stretched her waist, got up and walked behind Lin Yun, and said impatiently: "The game is over, let's go." ”

Lin Yun was immersed in the joy of the narrow victory, did not notice the strangeness in Fang Yating's eyes, prevaricated her a few words at will, and turned around and came to Zhao Zhixiao.

"Teacher Zhao, it's time for you to fulfill your promise, right?" As soon as Lin Yun spoke, the audience fell silent.

Zhao Zhixiao wiped a handful of blood from his nose, cleared his throat, and said in a dry voice: "Let's talk about it in another place." ”

Lin Yun nodded in understanding, such a thing is indeed not suitable for talking about in public, and it may also involve a secret organization.

So, Lin Yun gave Fang Yating a look and asked her to wait for a while, and he followed Zhao Zhixiao out of the basketball hall.

The two walked side by side to the back playground of Tianlong High School, more than an hour had passed since the end of school, and it was empty and no one would hear their conversation.

"Okay, you say, who provided you with the exchange transfusion?" As soon as Lin Yun stood still, he asked with a burst of blood.

Zhao Zhixiao was taken aback by this question, his eyes widened, and he said in disbelief: "You...... How would you know? ”

Lin Yun was obviously not in the mood to play dumb riddles with Zhao Zhixiao, and deliberately teased: "Teacher Zhao, you may have forgotten that the loser is not qualified to ask questions." ”

Zhao Zhixiao's face tightened, a trace of resentment flashed, and he was so angry that not only did he not answer Lin Yun's question, but instead raised his hand and punched him in the lower abdomen.

Lin Yun was caught off guard, but fortunately, although Zhao Zhixiao's punch was fierce, he had no moves, and with his brute strength, he couldn't match Lin Yun's light footwork.

With the help of the "Xuanling Footwork", Lin Yun was like a ghost, dodging Zhao Zhixiao's fist, and then raised his hand and grabbed the opponent's wrist.

The two of them made a move, and Lin Yuncai unexpectedly discovered that Zhao Zhixiao was a paper tiger, don't look at the internal strength has reached the point of retracting the breath, but he doesn't know anything about martial arts moves.

Coupled with the excessive force just now, which damaged the dantian, he was not Lin Yun's opponent at all.

At this moment, Zhao Zhixiao felt that Lin Yun's palm was like an iron tong, firmly locking his wrist, no matter how he struggled, it was difficult to break free, only then did he know that Lin Yun was by no means as simple as an ordinary student!

"What the hell do you want to do?" Zhao Zhixiao asked viciously, and as he spoke, nosebleeds flowed out of both nostrils together, and the reckless breath just now aggravated Dantian's injury.

"I should have asked you this sentence." Lin Yun responded coldly.

Zhao Zhixiao saw that Lin Yun's cultivation was much higher than his own, so he had to say with a dead heart: "Okay, you let me go first." ”

Lin Yun slowly let go of his palm, and after understanding Zhao Zhixiao's true ability, he was no longer afraid of this paper tiger.

Zhao Zhixiao moved his wrist a few times and wiped the nosebleed, Huo Ran felt that the nosebleeds kept flowing out, like two turbulent streams, and they couldn't be stopped no matter what.

This time, Zhao Zhixiao panicked, his pale face was full of horror, took out a tissue, made a mess, and stuffed it into his nostrils.

As soon as the tissue came into contact with the snort, it was quickly dyed bright red, and this was repeated several times, and the pack of tissues was quickly consumed.

Seeing that the nosebleed did not stop, but had a tendency to accelerate, Zhao Zhixiao sat on the ground in despair, raised his neck, and cast a begging glance at Lin Yun.

"I can help you, but you have to tell me the truth!" How could Lin Yun miss this opportunity.

Zhao Zhixiao held his head high, and within a small range, nodded frequently, as diligent as a chicken pecking rice.

Lin Yun guessed that he didn't dare to lie, so he took out a porcelain bottle from his schoolbag, poured out a jet-black pill from it, and handed it to Zhao Zhixiao.

This was originally the healing pill that Ouyang Yuhuang left for Lin Yun before leaving, called the Blood Qi Pill, which has the effect of stopping bleeding and rejuvenating qi, but I didn't expect it to be cheaper for Zhao Zhixiao today.

Zhao Zhixiao seemed to see a life-saving straw, swallowed the thumb-sized pill in one gulp, and then used his impure internal strength to slowly breathe.

After about half an hour, Zhao Zhixiao opened his eyes tiredly, at this time the nosebleed had stopped, and the dantian's injury had been relieved a lot.

"Thank you." Zhao Zhixiao apologized guiltily.

Lin Yun waved his hand, meaning that this little thing is not enough to worry about, so let's get down to business first.

Zhao Zhixiao knew what Lin Yun wanted to ask, and without waiting for him to ask again, he took the initiative to tell his experience a few days ago.

It turned out that since the last defeat to Lin Yun, Zhao Zhixiao had always held a grudge against him, and he wanted to wait for an opportunity to retaliate several times, but he couldn't succeed, which made him begin to realize that Lin Yun should be a hidden person.

In order to be able to compete with Lin Yun, Zhao Zhixiao asked around for ways to quickly enhance his physique through his network.

Finally, Zhao Zhixiao learned from a friend that there is a so-called exchange transfusion surgery that can turn an ordinary person into a martial arts master in a short period of time.

But it is not so easy to do exchange transfusion.

First you need to join a mysterious organization called the Hellclub, and secondly, you need to pay a lot of money.

Finally, and most importantly, exchange transfusion is extremely risky, and any small deviation in the procedure can lead to the death of the exchange transfusion.

Regarding the first two points, it is not a problem for Zhao Zhixiao, his friend can introduce him to the hell club, not to mention the funds.

However, this third point ...... made Zhao Zhixiao hesitate a little, in order to gamble with a student, he had to risk his life, was it worth it?

If it were someone else, he might dispel this idea, but Zhao Zhixiao has been competitive since he was a child, and he is a rich boy with empty eyes, and he really can't swallow this breath.

What's more, the news of losing to Lin Yun in school has reached Jiang Jun's ears, and what Zhao Zhixiao can't tolerate the most is that Jiang Jun thinks that others are better than him!

After much hesitation, Zhao Zhixiao accepted the proposal and joined the Hellclub on the recommendation of his friend.

Under Zhao Zhixiao's generous pen, the exchange transfusion operation was quickly ready, and the whole process was a whole body anesthetic, so he had no way of knowing what the doctor had done on him.

In short, the operation was successful, and Zhao Zhixiao, who wandered around the Ghost Gate, realized his dream of being reborn.

When Zhao Zhixiao woke up, he felt full of energy all over his body, as if there was an inexhaustible strength, which was difficult to self-control, forcing him to do everything he could to release the excessive strength in his body.

Therefore, Zhao Zhixiao came to the boxing gym, injured the boxer, and even fell into a state of madness, which were all side effects after the blood exchange.

Seeing that Zhao Zhixiao had passed the adaptation period after the blood exchange, the Hell Club sent someone to find him and taught him a set of internal skills, so that he could reasonably control the breath in his body, integrate it into the dantian, and no longer run around.

This is also the reason why Zhao Zhixiao wants to postpone the match with Lin Yun for three days.

In the past three days, Zhao Zhixiao practiced internal skills day and night, although it was not perfect, it could be regarded as a small success, so he came to the basketball hall with great ambition.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Zhixiao was still in a hurry, in the game with Lin Yun, he overused his breath and seriously injured his already unstable dantian, which led to the scene where he was bleeding just now

For this reason, Lin Yun inquired in detail about the internal strength and mental method that Zhao Zhixiao had cultivated.

After listening to Zhao Zhixiao's description, Lin Yun was surprised to find that this set of internal skills called the "Dark Heart Sutra" was indeed a set of unfathomable internal skills, which not only helped him return to the dantian in a short period of time, but could even release his breath.

You must know that some people who practice martial arts have been practicing for twenty or thirty years, but they can't reach the point of releasing their breath, in a sense, Zhao Zhixiao, who has undergone a blood exchange, can be regarded as an alternative talent.

So far, Lin Yun has seen for the first time the powerful power of the combination of martial arts and technology!

However, the yin qi seeping out of this set of internal strength made Lin Yun feel very uncomfortable, but unfortunately he couldn't say why, it seemed that he could only ask those old guys for advice in the future.

"Where is the exchange transfusion performed?" Lin Yun asked quietly.

"I don't know." Zhao Zhixiao replied abruptly.

"Who operated on you?"

"I don't know."

"How many people are there in that organization?"

"I don't know."

Such a clueless answer made Lin Yun almost crazy, and in desperation, he could only ask, "Then what do you know?" ”

Zhao Zhixiao thought for a while, and said noncommittally: "According to what they said, the so-called exchange transfusion operation is not to extract the blood of the whole body, but to extract the ancestral essence blood in the body of the martial arts master and integrate it into my body. ”

As soon as the four words of the ancestor's essence blood were mentioned, in the depths of Lin Yun's heart, it seemed that a heartstring had been plucked, and some fragmented memories flashed in his mind, but they couldn't be pieced together.

Immediately afterwards, there was a strong headache, which made Lin Yun hug his head, squatted down, and gasped for breath.

After a long time, Lin Yun's trembling body slowly calmed down.

"Are you alright?" Zhao Zhixiao looked at Lin Yun in a daze, not knowing what had happened just now.

"I'm fine." Lin Yun wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, took a deep breath, and asked in a trembling voice, "So...... What will happen to the warrior who has been drained of the blood of the Ancestor? ”