That person was none other than the head of the Hearing Department. The spiritual method that Bei Ming just used was one of the tricks in their housekeeping skill defense technique, the spiritual defense shield armor. The strength of Beiming's resistance this time is probably stronger than that of any minister in the Hearing Department. The mirror was calculated, and his expression was ugly.

Fanyin flew towards the outside of the field, her body fell to the ground uncontrollably, she gritted her teeth, and barely let her feet land, but the huge impact still made her keep retreating, she leaned down to hold the ground with one hand, and the tips of her right fingers slid across the bluestone slab, dragging out a long section before stabilizing her center of gravity and stopping.

Fanyin gasped and sweated like rain, she slowly straightened up, and her black hair hung down and fell to her ears. She looked at the arena, where Herba was still standing, and the referee could already read the winner's name because she was no longer on the field.

This is the strength of the Dongling Military and Political Department, this is the strength of being a competent minister and commander, Sanskrit silently recited, her eyebrows and eyes lowered, for a long time, the corners of her mouth were pulled, and the bitterness and humility that were pulled out could not be hidden.

She found it, and she finally found an excuse and outlet that seemed just right for herself. She lost, both now and before. She lost to Dongling, lost to Lingmei, lost the game and lost to her father and mother.

In this cruel and true way, she told herself if she could stop blaming herself for all this. She is really not strong enough, she is not as good as Heba, not as good as the Northern Tang Dynasty, not as good as the spirit. She really can't save her parents, she is really exhausted, and she can't do it even if she turns around a thousand times.

She was silent, her messy hair obscuring her eyes, and that moment was ten thousand years for her. The smile on that face was sour, carefully hiding a trace of relief for himself.

With two thumps in her chest, she raised her head and prepared to join the crowd in congratulating Heba on his victory, only to see Heba make a silent gesture to the referee's seat, and then walked off the field and walked towards Fanyin.

"Are you alright?" asked Heba as he came to Fanyin, looked down at her, and asked in a thick voice.

"It's fine. Sanskrit put his right hand on his left shoulder.

He Ba frowned, looked at her left sunken shoulder, and said, "The shoulder is injured and said it's okay, hurry up and ask the Lingshu to show you." With that, he looked back at the people in the Corpse and waved them to come quickly.

Fanyin didn't speak, she tilted her head to the left, looking at her injured shoulder. Suddenly, her right hand exerted force, pressed and pushed, only to hear the click of bones, and she took the dislocated arm back by herself, leaving blood marks on her fingertips on her clothes.

She gritted her teeth and wrinkled her eyebrows, a drop of sweat running down her clear eyes. She raised her hand to wipe the sweat from her forehead with her arm, then gently moved her left arm and circled it twice before she looked up at Hebal and said, "It's okay. She spoke crisply, and Horba looked at her calm eyes in admiration.

"Go up there and declare you win. After speaking, the corners of Fanyin's mouth showed a little smile, it was so simple, as if he had changed the person just now.

"Let's go up together. He said firmly, and the appearance of a big man was fully revealed. Fanyin thought for a while and said, "Then let's go." With that, she prepared to go up with Hebal.

However, He Ba did not leave immediately, but looked behind Fanyin and said very respectfully: "Minister Headquarters, let's go up first, I really troubled you just now." With that, he nodded again. Fanyin looked back, only to find that Beitang Beiming was standing there a few meters behind him.

"Go up. Beiming said.

In the fierce fight just now, Fanyin didn't notice when Beiming came behind her, she watched Beiming finish speaking, then turned around and walked towards the arena with Heba, without taking two steps, she looked back at him again, only to see Beiming nodding solemnly to her to show affirmation. Fanyin saw that his heart was firm and walked up.

The two came to the court, and the referee loudly announced that Ho Bat's victory was the first game of the challenge. The overwhelming cheers shook the arena, and Hubat's name was shouted loudly by his colleagues in the Ministry of Military Affairs, and Hubat, who was supposed to celebrate happily, looked a little cramped.

He looked at Fanyin, it was not just Fanyin's fierce battle just now, it was not a vicious battle for him, so that he fought hard at the last moment, and at this moment he had little spiritual power left.

When he looked at Fanyin, Fanyin was also looking at him, and the calmness and firmness in her eyes made Heba completely understand that it was the opponent he was going to go all out again, and he should not be slackened. Before he could make a move, he saw that Fanyin had already stretched out his right hand, and He Ba just wanted to reach out to shake her, but he paused, and he saw her hand still oozing blood because of the injury caused by rubbing against the ground.

Fanyin also noticed his eyes, looked down and saw his blood-stained hand, and withdrew in a panic and pressed on the corner of his clothes.

He quickly waved his hand and said, "I didn't mean that!" His embarrassment made his face redden.

"Alright. Sanskrit raised her face and stretched out her hand again.

He also stretched out his big hand and shook her vigorously, and his heart was very happy. I saw that Fanyin grinned at the corners of his mouth, and his eyes blinked twitchingly, obviously He Ba was too happy for a while. He hurriedly let go of his hand and nodded vigorously: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I forgot that you were injured." ”

Looking at the big man in front of him, Fanyin couldn't help but be amused by his honest appearance. "It's fine. She said cheerfully. The audience also did not hesitate to cheer for Sanskrit. Colleagues from the surrounding military and political departments began to chatter.

"Hebal, let go of the little girl's hand. ”

"Has this little girl been to the ministry before?"

"Yes? I haven't seen it. ”

"It seems that yes, I seem to have seen it a while ago. ”

"Oh my God, this little girl is too good to fight like this with that guy from Heba. ”

"Isn't it, look at Heba's killer weapon in the end!"

"This little girl's figure is too good. ”

"Don't always call other people's little girls little girls, it's like you can beat others, you and I won't be opponents if you and I practice for a few more years. ”

"Can you not tell the truth!"

"How could she resist Heba's sword!"

"Was she holding an ordinary weapon in her hand just now, didn't she see the medium, did she conjure it up out of thin air? ”

"Did she just take Captain Hoba's punch?"

"Hmm!"

"Catchy?"

"Hmm!"

"Oh my God! I can't believe my eyes!"

Everyone was talking about it, and there was no longer the appearance that soldiers were strictly forbidden to rectify the style.

At the end of the match, the referee announced that the second match, the military game, would start five days later. If Sanskrit loses, there is no need to compare the third game. She turned to leave the arena alone, and at the exit, she saw Yaya and Ya Qingshan already waiting there. She walked up to them, raised her head and said, "Let's go back," she looked at Yaya with tears on her face and said, "I'm fine, don't cry." ”

"Let me see your injuries. Ya Qingshan said.

"It's not in the way, Uncle Qingshan, it's just a dislocation, but it really hurts a little in my hand. Fanyin looked at the hot fingers and stuck out his tongue at Ya Qingshan, "I have a potion, I'll apply it to you now, and I'll be fine right away." ”

Ya Qingshan took out a small medicine bottle from a cyan satchel and sprinkled the potion on Fanyin's hand, Fanyin frowned, not daring to look at it, and immediately she felt that her fingers were cold and cold, and it didn't hurt at all.

"Brother, I'll send them off. Tiankuo stood beside Beiming, and he came back at the end of the game, and now asked his brother's opinion.

"Don't go over, don't go to them these days. Bei Ming said, he knew that at this time, Sanskrit Yin did not have the heart to see any outsiders. Tiankuo understood what he meant, so he said no more.

Fanyin has been closed for the past few days when she returned home, and even the food was brought to her room by Yaya, only to see her writing and drawing on paper with a pen all day long, with words in her mouth and constantly calculating in her hands.

Ya Qingshan's father and daughter didn't ask much, until the day of the game, Fanyin combed and walked out of her room, she was dressed in tight black pants, with a row of dark red corset belts in the middle, her posture was straight, the cuffs and feet were tied with light and dark ribbons respectively, and there was no extra fabric on her body.

When the three of them came to the arena, Fanyin separated from the father and daughter and came to the waiting area alone, waiting for the referee's instructions.