On the real martial arts stage.

"Click!"

Chu Donghe stubbornly held the teacup in his hand into powder, his face was beating with gloomy anger, and there was even a bit of murderous intent oozing out of his eyes.

"Hold your anger!"

A palm gently pressed on his shoulder, and when he looked back, Mo Rufeng's calm face came into view, and the murderous intent in his eyes suddenly dissipated a little.

"Sect Master, this bastard kid is too vicious! With such a murderous nature, how can he continue to act recklessly!"

"The old man also thinks so, this son's heart is really not the work of people in my generation, and the same family has such a heavy hand, and I don't know what trouble it will cause to my True Martial Sect when I go out to practice in the future!"

"I suggest that he be deprived of his qualification to advance, and that he should be allowed to think about it and sharpen his temperament!"

Many elders took into account the scene of the fight between Zhao Hong and Chu Feng just now, and for a while, different degrees of dissatisfaction rose on their faces, and they spoke out one after another.

At this time, the sharp and mean voice of the old lady of the Zhao family sounded again, interrupting everyone's words.

"You bastards, do you want to favor one side? Do you want to bully our childish women and children when you see that my body is old and useless! What did my grandson do wrong?! Martial arts competitions and battles are based on their own abilities, to put it bluntly, martial arts competitions should be fought with their lives, if you are afraid of being injured and losing your life, then don't practice martial arts!"

"Sister-in-law of the Zhao family, what you said is not right!" An elder was dissatisfied with her arrogant remarks, and retorted: "This competition was originally a competition between our disciples in the sect, not a bloody battle of life and death like the outside world, Zhao Hong, as a disciple of the sect, did not miss the friendship of the same sect at all, and he was so fierce that it was enough to see that this son was too angry, and he had to hone and train!"

"Let go of your mother's bullshit!" The old lady of the Zhao family burst into a foul mouth, and roared in a sharp tone: "It is precisely because it is the battle of the disciples of the sect, so my grandson did not make a dead hand, otherwise you think that with such a little cultivation of the Chu family boy, how can you live?!! Not to mention that if the competition in the door is not the first to experience the cruelty of the competition, without the protection of the sect in the future, when it is their turn to go out on their own, will there be such a lucky thing happening?!" Now my grandson will let this kid experience the ruthlessness of martial arts competition, which will be good for his future cultivation, and to put it mildly, he should also thank us!"

"I'll put it here today, who dares to cancel the qualification to deprive my grandson of the competition, the old body will be with him, and he will not die!"

As soon as the words came out, the faces of all the elders were extremely ugly, and the already arrogant old woman sprinkled it, which was really a headache.

"Okay, the aunt of the Zhao family doesn't need to be like this, the outer disciple Dabi is a martial arts competition, although Zhao Hong is too heavy, but after all, he relies on his own strength, and he wins this competition with dignity, and there is no need to mention the matter of depriving him of qualifications. ”

"Also. Mo Rufeng glanced at Chu Donghe's cloudy face, sighed slightly in his heart, and then said to a deacon on the stage: "Pass my order, go to the Pill Medicine Hall and ask Elder Mo to take out a Heavenly Spirit Quenching Pill and give it to Chu Feng, there must be no mistake!"

Hearing this, a look of surprise finally appeared on Chu Donghe's face, and even a little excitement in his eyes, and he immediately got up and clasped his fists and saluted: "Thank you Sect Master! Thank you Sect Master!"

And the elders who were still indignant before next to them all showed a few traces of envy at this moment, and the feelings of pity and pity for Chu Feng's serious injury dissipated in an instant, and even the old lady of the Zhao family changed slightly, and a look of jealousy flashed in her eyes.

The Heavenly Spirit Quenching Pill, the four-turn mid-grade spirit pill, has the effect of enough to live and die, and the living white bones, among which the powerful medicinal effect is enough to support a martial arts cultivator to complete all the essence needs of the Quenching Blood Realm, and it is a magical pill that can make a martial artist reborn.

With the financial resources of the True Martial Sect, more than 20 pills can be baked in a year, which is an extremely rare and valuable elixir, Chu Feng has this elixir, it can really be said to be a blessing in disguise, that seemingly serious injury, under the medicinal power of this elixir, it can be cured almost by raising his hand, and the remaining huge medicinal power will be transformed into his own potential foundation, with his future cultivation, continue to excavate, the martial arts foundation he has will be surprisingly strong.

It's no wonder that Chu Feng's father, Chu Donghe, will instantly turn into a happy expression, and the old lady of the Zhao family, who originally thought that she had finally taken the second advantage, did not look as proud as before.

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Fang Yun and Wang Cheng naturally wouldn't know about this, both of them were in the Pill Hall at this moment, and the elder physicians in the hall frowned after carefully inspecting Chu Feng's injuries.

"Fighting with the disciples, how could they be so seriously injured! If this rib is three inches deeper, it will puncture the heart and lungs, and even if it recovers at that time, it will be difficult to achieve martial arts in the future, who is ruthless, it is inevitably too much!"

Hearing this, the faces of the two of them instantly became ugly, and their hearts seemed to be hanging in the air, and Wang Cheng hurriedly asked.

"Elder, can he still be cured?!"

The elder with a vicissitudes of life twisted his beard, although his face was still not very good-looking, but his tone was a little more relaxed.

"Of course, it can be cured, but it takes more trouble, and the cultivation time is a little longer, even if this kid has a big life, I have taken back the bones, and the wound has stopped bleeding and dressed, and the rest can only be slowly cultivated, I will prescribe him a few more doses of medicine, external and internal use, and raise it for a few months, it should be fine." ”

As soon as these words came out, the faces of the two of them were slightly better, looking at Chu Feng, who was lying unconscious on the bed with a pale face, both of them had a strong anger in their hearts.

"Fang Yun, I won't go to the next game, with my strength, I'm afraid it will be difficult to win the last game, and even if I win, I will definitely not be able to deal with the opponent in the next game, it is better to take care of this kid here." Wang Cheng said calmly, looking at his determined appearance, Fang Yun didn't want to say anything, just patted him on the shoulder wordlessly.

"Fang Yun!" Suddenly, Wang Cheng turned around and grabbed his arm, a pair of eyes with a palpitating chill: "You must win, as long as you win this one, the next thing you will face is Zhao Hong, Fengzi's debt, I can't help him to pay, only you have the ability to do it, so, promise me, you must win!"

Looking at Wang Cheng's almost decisive expression at this moment, Fang Yun's heart couldn't help but rise with a fiery battle intent, even a little bit of evil qi, he slapped Wang Cheng's palm fiercely, and spit out two words categorically.

"Don't worry!"

Immediately, Fang Yun turned his head directly, turned around and ran out, looking at his departing back, Wang Cheng's heart was silently praying, and then he also turned around and continued to talk to the elders of the medicine hall about Chu Feng's situation.

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Fang Yun ran wildly all the way, it was extremely close to his time for the fight, he had to rush back to Zhenwu Square immediately, but while he was running wildly under his feet, the thoughts in his mind were racing rapidly.

"Now my cultivation is no more than the eightfold blood quenching, no matter how bad the next game is, I will meet an opponent of the same level, and it is even very likely to meet those three quenching nine-fold guys, with my current nine-fold nine-fold palm, against the disciples of the eightfold, I should be able to defeat it, I am afraid of encountering those three blood-quenching nine-fold perverts. ”

"Those three guys have mastered more than two martial arts, and even mastered a second-turn martial arts, although the Nine Poles Palm has been practiced to the fullest, the unique skills of the Nine Dark Palms can only be compared with the second-turn martial arts, and they are not even as good as the top kung fu among them, if they really meet the three of them, it will be the worst situation, and I will not have any advantage at all, unless ...... Unless I can unleash the strongest palm of the Nine Strengths in One, I may have a chance of winning!"

He quickly analyzed the situation that he might have in his mind next, and I have to say that the situation is a little unoptimistic, Zhao Hong has already won one game, if he wants to fight him again, he must win the next one, but the game has reached this point, and he is likely to meet the three favorites to win the championship.

Compared with these three guys, he doesn't have any advantages at all, even if he practices this one-turn martial art "Nine Extremes Palm", which is known as the most difficult to learn, to the fullest, it is only worthy of them mastering a second-turn martial art, and in terms of cultivation, he is at a complete disadvantage.

In this case, unless he can successfully display the strongest meaning of the "Nine Pole Palm" in that mysterious space, the unity of the nine strengths, and maybe he may still be able to win, otherwise, I am afraid that I will not have the opportunity to fight with Zhao Hong.

"Perhaps, there is another way......"

At this moment, for the sake of victory, Fang Yun, who had already fallen into that state of obsessive madness, had a dangerous luster in his eyes...