Ning Ye miscalculated, thinking that Ning Yi's state of mind would be affected by the previous one, and he would directly and impulsively face his ice cubes, and then fall into his trap.

Who knew that this was actually a deliberate illusion to show him that he was willing to expose his emotions?

He didn't calculate her, but was calculated by her.

Just now, he forcibly cut off the powerful spiritual skills he had secretly accumulated halfway, and this very short time in the middle was considered a gap in his spiritual skills, and if he was attacked by Ning Yi's sneak attack, it would be difficult for him to resist.

It can be said that he wants to come to what he wants, Ning Yi has seen the spiritual skills of countless demon beasts in the deep mountains and Daze, and has observed and learned many spiritual techniques, and transformed them into spiritual techniques suitable for his own use.

At this time, Ning Ye was close in front of him, and Ning Yi conjured up several extremely long and tough vines from his palm, binding Ning Ye's body layer by layer.

The next moment, Ning Ye's aura turned back normally, and just wanted to break free of this vine, but his face changed suddenly, and his body fell straight behind him.

Blood vines wrapped tightly around him, spikes digging into his skin, injecting toxins as they desperately sucked out his blood.

Ning Ye almost realized that this was a blood vine, and called out the three words "I admit defeat".

Ning Yi's indifferent eyebrows moved slightly, and he withdrew the blood vines wrapped around him, took out a bottle of medicine from his arms and threw it to him.

"Detoxification."

After speaking, he went straight down the competition platform.

This time, in order to defeat Ning Ye most effortlessly, Ning Yi chose to gamble.

She bet that he was scheming and scheming.

When I see her unstable, I will not let go of this great opportunity!

She simply planned and let Ning Ye fall into her plan.

If it weren't for Ning Ye's overconfidence in his judgment, he wouldn't have been so easy to lose.

Thinking of this, Ning Yi turned his head and looked in Ning Bing's direction from afar, a thick black mist surging in his calm ink eyes.

With just one glance, he quickly withdrew his gaze.

Walking quickly and steadily, to check on the boy's condition.

The young man named Ning Mu was just holding a breath, but he was forced to be pulled back by Shenyu Dan.

Fortunately, she didn't let this innocent boy lose his life because of her.

Ning Yi breathed a sigh of relief, and then took his pulse, wrote down a few herbs, and asked Nan Ningmu's parents to decoct the medicine for him to drink.

After knowing that Ning Mu's condition was stable, Ning Yi came back to the stage of the competition and looked at the two people who were fighting on the stage.

This is the fourth battle, and Ning Mo, the young patriarch of the West Branch, is fighting against the clansmen sent by the East Branch.

I don't know if Ning Mo was intentional or unintentional, obviously his strength could crush that clansman, but he seemed to have been hanging him, adding a few wounds to his body from time to time, but it would not be fatal.

Whenever the clansman wanted to shout out and admit defeat, Ning Mo would always add a few wounds to him, leaving him speechless in pain.

It wasn't until the whole of that tribe almost turned into a bloody person that Ning Mo let him go and let him admit defeat.

The people of the Eastern Branch were carried down, and the face of the patriarch of the Eastern Branch was blue with anger.

Ning Mo indifferently got off the competition platform, passed by Ning Yi, and his light and light words drifted in the air.

He said, "Don't be angry. ”

Ning Yi's quiet ink-colored pupils floated slightly, and a few doubts surged in his heart.

Ning Mo ......

Why help her?

He just competed on the odd behavior on the stage, and what he said to himself when he stepped down. Torturing the Winter Solstice people like this is clearly to help her.

So, why did he help her?