Back in Xueluoju, Fan Chenliang first helped Wei Wuyi deal with his injuries, and then gave him a few pills, only then his face was slightly better, and the others were guarding on the side, looking worried, Wei Wuyi said with relief: "Okay, it's nothing, I'm not okay now, what are you doing with this pair of expressions?"

Shen Mengyao's face was serious, and she said with concern in the reproach: "Don't be so reckless next time, it's just a competition, you don't need to fight for life and death, you can rest well in the past few days, and after the injury is healed, you will be punished for copying books in Xueluo Pavilion for three days as a punishment!"

"Isn't it, master, I've been injured like this, and you still can't bear to punish me?" Wei Wuyi deliberately pretended to have an attack, but no one paid attention to it this time, and he could still afford to joke, which means that the injury is fine.

Shen Mengyao was about to let everyone go back to rest early and prepare for tomorrow's competition with peace of mind, but heard Wei Wuyi suddenly blame himself: "Senior Brother Fan, I'm sorry, I lived up to your expectations, I was eliminated in the first round, maybe let the third senior brother go, there will be a better result!"

Fan Chenliang was about to answer, but Su Lie took the lead and said: "You, better than me, my fate will only be worse than you!"

Fan Chenliang answered: "Yes, Senior Brother Wei, you have done a good job, but don't worry, the grudge with Gongsun Zhuo will not stop there, and I will definitely help you get your revenge back!"

On the side, Shen Mengyao also said: "Old Five, don't think about it, take care of your injuries first, and you, the honor of Xueluofeng is important, but your safety is more important, I hope everyone can be safe and sound, no longer injured, with you here, is the most important thing!

"Understood!" everyone responded.

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On the trial ground, most of the second round of the Dao has passed, Fan Chenliang, Xia Yuqing, and Qi Yuanxiang have all completed the competition and won the victory, at this moment, all their eyes are focused on one place: the ninth trial ground, Meng Jinchen is fighting with a second-order Yuan Zun, the opponent is wearing a blue robe, equipped with a black-edged white belt, the belt has been stained with a small amount of blood, both of them have minor injuries, and I don't know whose blood stains it is. I saw the two fists and palms touching, the speed was extremely fast, attracting the attention of most people on the viewing platform, Meng Ruchen found the right time, the tiger head knife came out of thin air, a knife slashed, the air wave attacked, the man in blue did not show weakness, a silver white cold gun appeared on both hands, swept the air, Dapeng spread its wings, the air blade was scattered, the stone slab on the field was broken, leaving a deep gun mark, Meng Ruchen dragged the tiger head knife with one hand, and ran towards the blue-robed man, sparks splashed on the ground, two feet away from the man, Meng Jinchen violently forced, the arm was lifted up one hundred and eighty degrees, the big knife brought up the stone slab on the ground, smashed at the man, the man's spear shook, constantly stirred, all the broken stone slabs were blocked, at this time, Meng Ruchen has also approached, his wrist turned, the direction of the big knife raised upwards changed, and he split vertically, the man's arm shrank, and he struggled to stab out, the blade and the tip of the gun collided together, both of them were bounced away, and they couldn't stop retreating, about three or four steps back, Meng Ruchen's big knife swung back, obliquely inserted into the stone slab, and resisted the retreat, the blue-robed man also struggled to a pestle back with a silver gun, and the tail of the gun was not in the slate, so he stopped his body, and looked at the distance between the two of them, which was surprisingly consistent.

"Can the second senior brother win this time?" On the viewing stage, Tang Ling asked with some concern.

Fan Chenliang also showed a hint of worry, and explained: "It's hard to say, the opponent of the second senior brother this time is even stronger than the last time!"

On the field, after Meng Jinchen gathered momentum, he slashed out with two knives left and right, one before and one behind, after the two air blades were chopped out, he followed closely, jumped in the air, held the knife with both hands, inserted it vertically from the air, and attacked almost at the same time as the air blade, making it a little difficult for the opponent to parry, only to see the man's left hand palm, forming an arc-shaped body protection air cover, blocking two blades, raising the gun with one hand in his right hand, and catching up with the falling tip of the knife.

Sonor!

With a screeching sound, the two collided again, but the blue-robed man seemed to have underestimated the strength of Meng Jinchen's straight down, and the cold spear that was raised high above his head was suddenly pushed back by half of his head, and the green tendons in his throat burst out, which was extremely difficult, and Meng Ruchen fell with all his strength, gaining a slight upper hand, wanting to overwhelm his opponent in one fell swoop. Seeing that the cold gun was gradually deformed and slowly pressed down, the source qi of the man's left hand rose sharply, and he swung towards Meng Jinchen with a palm, Meng Jinchen struck the tiger head with a single palm on the tiger head of the big knife handle, bounced up, avoided the attack, and the whole person flipped one hundred and eighty degrees in the air, changed to toe down, gathered the strength of the whole body on the toes, and stepped heavily on the tiger's head, the already strong strength suddenly increased several times, the man raised the gun with one hand, and could no longer hold it, the whole cold gun slid through the palm, fell down, and was inserted into the ground, two feet deep, and the man also bent his knees slightly, almost kneeling on the ground。

With a successful blow, Meng Jinchen just wanted to turn over and draw the knife, but saw the man's right hand that broke away from the silver spear and struck out with a palm, hitting the tip of the knife, and the tiger's head dagger flew out uncontrollably, spinning continuously in the air, and finally fell into the edge of the trial ground, shattering several stone slabs.

The knife was knocked away, Meng Ruchen fell naturally, and he was about to step on the tip of the gun, Meng Ruchen turned over in the air, and when he was level with the ground, his toes kicked at the joint between the tip of the gun and the gun body, and the whole spear rose from the ground and flew into the air, Meng Ruchen was even more grounded, both palms took the lead on the ground, and one foot flew towards the opponent, the blue-robed man was not ambiguous, when the cold gun flew, he retreated slightly, dodged the tip of the gun, and a punch collided with Meng Ruchen's right foot, and the two of them each took advantage of the momentum to retreat, Meng Ruchen borrowed the slate with one palm, jumped up, and stood firm!

Boom!

The cold gun entered the ground, and it also shattered a lot of stone slabs!

Without weapons, the two can only fight with their bare hands, boxing for fists, and injuries for injuries, in the field, there is less sound of weapons colliding, but more fists and feet colliding, and the disciples who watched are even more enthusiastic, Tang Ling and a few people are worried, Wei Wuyi has been injured yesterday, they don't want Meng Ruchen's turn today!

"How's it going?" Yin Qiushui had just finished the competition, and walked over, there were still two wounds on his sleeves that had been cut by the sword qi, and it seemed that he had also experienced a hard battle.

Everyone's minds were on Meng Jinchen's body, and no abnormalities were found, but Tang Ling's sharp eyes were the first to see the wound on Yin Qiushui's sleeve, and he said with concern: "Senior sister, are you injured?"

Yin Qiushui hurriedly explained: "It's okay, it's just that the sleeves are torn, a little wound, it's not tight, how is the second junior brother?"

"The strength is similar to that of the opponent, both of them have suffered some injuries, and they are still in the midst of a fierce battle!" Nalan Zihan replied, Yin Qiushui looked at the middle of the field, and sat down next to Nalan Zihan.

In the major trial grounds, the competition is being carried out in an orderly manner, the personnel are up and down, I don't know how much they have changed, only the No. 9 trial ground, the two are still fighting hard, the stone slab on the field is basically smashed by the two, and it is almost impossible to find the complete one, Meng Jinchen's sleeves are even more broken, the entire arm of the left shoulder is leaking out, and the man in the blue robe is no better, the lower part of the robe is torn, and a large piece of blood on the abdomen stains half of the belt.

"You are very strong!" Meng Ruchen looked at each other with his eyes, letting the blood flow down his arm!

"You're also the toughest opponent I've ever faced!" the blue-robed man gasped!

"How's it going?"

"Good!"

"Meng into the dust, Flame Fist, please advise!"

"Ding Hao, break the empty finger, please advise!"

At that moment, they seemed to be the focus of the entire trial square, and many people were still envious, and the victory or defeat of this battle did not matter, the road of the strong was extremely difficult, and that fearless spirit was the driving force for overcoming all difficulties.

I saw that the source qi of the two people's whole bodies converged in the palm of their hands, one fist and two fingers, the fist wind was like a flame, and the two fingers broke through the air, and finally collided together, and all the power spread out from the intersection and swept the audience. The explosion sounded, and the field was filled with smoke and dust, which did not disperse for a long time, and the overseer elder's sleeve robe waved, blowing away the smoke and dust, revealing the bodies of the two people, as well as two long blood stains.

Ding Hao, lying on the edge of the proving ground, wanted to get up with difficulty, tried a few times, but still couldn't seem to do it, and finally gave up, lying still, with a relieved smile on the corner of his mouth.

Meng Jinchen stood still, his entire right arm was vertically hemmed, as if it was broken, his mouth was kicking, looking at the fallen Ding Hao, his eyes were a little gloomy, at this moment, how he hoped that the other party could also stand!

This may be a pity for each other, and it is not a blessing to meet an opponent who is on a par.

After hearing the overseer announce that he had won, Meng Jinchen's whole body relaxed, his eyes closed, and his whole body went limp! When he woke up, it was already evening, and he found himself lying in the room, and everyone else was with him, and when he woke up, they all smiled!

"Master, I'm sorry!" Meng Jinchen said guiltily, yesterday Shen Mengyao just said that he hoped that everyone would not be injured again, but today, he can't afford to be seriously injured.

"It's okay, you did a good job, I'm very happy to be a teacher! It's just that in the next competition, I'm afraid you won't be able to participate, this time you're seriously injured, and in less than ten days, I'm afraid you won't be able to get out of bed!" Shen Mengyao comforted, if she was herself, she could meet such an opponent, I am afraid that she also wants to fight hard, not for the victory or defeat, but for the happiness of the encounter!

"Hmm!" Meng Jinchen didn't feel a trace of regret at all, he was already free and easy, he knew his physical condition, and the only way to take care of his injuries was to take care of his injuries.

"By the way, Ding Hao, is he okay?" Meng Jinchen suddenly asked again, but the more he asked, the quieter his voice became, before this battle, they didn't know Ding Hao, how could they know each other's situation!

Tang Ling sneered and said, "Don't worry, Senior Brother Fan asked me to send him the pill, and it should be fine at this time!"

Meng Jinchen looked at Fan Chenliang, his eyes were full of gratitude, and the corners of his mouth trembled slightly: "Thank you, Senior Brother Fan!"

Fan Chenliang smiled lightly and said, "It's okay, he is also an admirable person!"

Subsequently, everyone dispersed, leaving Meng Ruchen to recuperate!

One hundred summit martial arts, seven people have lost two, they have also accumulated twenty-five points, however, the rest of the road will only become more and more difficult to walk!