Although Mo Zheng was kicked and suffered a lot of injuries, his consciousness was still very clear, and he clearly heard the words of those who watched the battle, and he really felt the disappointment of everyone.

How proud he used to be, how admirable, how high he was, and now he has fallen into this field, he is not convinced, he is unwilling, his fists are clenched tightly, and his nails are buckled into his flesh!

The next moment, his eyes were raised, and his resentful eyes were staring at Guan Tong, if his eyes could kill, then Guan Tong would probably be killed by Mo Zheng thousands of times at this time.

After Guan Tong kicked on Na Mo Zheng, he did not rush to make up another hand, but calmly fell down and approached Mo Zheng step by step.

Seeing Mo Zheng's gaze, Guan Tong showed a warm smile and said, "Admit defeat, right?"

And Mo Zheng saw the smile on Guan Tong's face at this time, and felt even more disgusted, he understood that it was a kind of disdain for the weak, or rather, a gift, and he Mo Zheng was not a weak person! Not before! Not in the future!

Thinking of this, he didn't know where the strength came from, he stood up angrily, raised the Huangquan sword in his hand again, and stabbed towards Guan Tong at an extremely fast speed, with a fierce gust of wind.

"Look, Senior Brother Mo Zheng is standing up again!"

"Senior Brother Mo Zheng, hurry up, get Guan Tong off the stage!"

......

The people of the Heavenly Punishment Sect who were watching the battle from afar shouted at Mo Zheng's name hoarsely at this time, trying to cheer Mo Zheng in this way, they didn't want to admit that Mo Zheng had fallen like this!

But it backfired, just the moment Mo Zheng stabbed out the sword, Guan Tong also moved, he just flew up and kicked up, and Mo Zheng was kicked upside down and flew out.

Blood splashed, the Huangquan Sword was taken off, and the moment Mo Zheng's body fell off the competition platform, countless Heavenly Punishment Sect people seemed to have their hearts shattered, and they all had a painful expression on their faces.

Defeated! The pride of heaven of the Heavenly Punishment Sect, don't fight, defeated!

Many disciples of the Hongru Sect waved their hands and shouted the name of Guan Tong at this time, and they all had smiles on their faces, and the joy of victory was something that the people of the Heavenly Punishment Sect could not feel.

Although Taichun had a smile on his face at this time, he didn't have a taste in his heart, and he also saw the toughness shown by Mo Zheng in his eyes, to be honest, if he was drawn together, he wanted to win, but it was really not an easy thing!

But Guan Tong won, although he was chased a little embarrassed at first, but in the end he won the duel almost unscathed, and he looked at Guan Tong standing on the platform, and there was a hint of happiness in his heart, glad that he didn't really fight Guan Tong before, otherwise he would have lost, I'm afraid only himself.

At the same time, there are also some worries in the heart of the Tai Chun, this Guan Tong has performed so well this time, presumably after returning to the Hongru faction, he will get more attention, and at that time, the status of the Holy Son of the Tai Chun will probably be shaken.

Thinking about it, Taichun had an idea in his heart, that is, Guan Tong must not be allowed to return to the Hongru faction alive.

Just when Tai Tai was thinking about it, on the side of the martial arts competition stage, Chang Fengchun, who was the referee elder, swept off the stage at this time, carefully looking at Mo Zheng's injuries, and Qin Wuyi and the others also quickly rushed to Mo Zheng's side at this moment.

Mo Zheng was unconscious at the moment, Qin Wuyi anxiously asked Chang Fengchun: "Elder Chang, how is Mo Zheng?"

Chang Fengchun was diagnosed

pulse, said helplessly: "It's just a little injured." With that, he swept directly onto the competition platform and looked at Guan Tong with displeased eyes.

That Guan Tong was the first to smile: "Elder, I didn't have a heavy hand. ”

Chang Fengchun snorted coldly, and then announced that Guan Tong had won the duel in accordance with the rules.

After a while, Jing Jue and the others also rushed to Mo Zheng's side, and at this time, seeing Mo Zheng being supported by Qin Wuyi, his face was pale and unconscious, and he felt a heart-wrenching pain in his heart for some reason.

When Qin Wuyi saw Jing Jue, he simply entrusted Mo Zheng to him, and said, "I think when Mo Zheng woke up, he didn't want to see me, so you can take it down and take care of it." ”

Jing Jue did not refuse, nodded, and picked up Mo Zheng and rushed towards the rest area.

With the defeat of Mo Zheng, the duel of the entire winner's group was over, and the ten people who took the lead in entering the top twenty of the Condensation Vein Martial Arts had been determined, four from the Heavenly Punishment Sect and six from the Hongru Sect.

The first day of the showdown, this is over, although Mo Zheng did not enter the top twenty, but he was not eliminated, so, there is still a chance, as long as you take advantage of the night to heal the injury, repair the state, and fight again tomorrow If you can win the championship, you can sweep away the previous decline.

Jing Jue knew this very well, so he didn't dare to waste a moment, and before Mo Zheng woke up, he fed some healing pills into his mouth, and used the spiritual energy to inject into Mo Zheng's body to help him refine the pills.

After a long time, Mo Zheng woke up, slowly opened his tired eyes, and saw Jing Jue sweating profusely at this time to heal him, somehow, he pushed Jing Jue away!

Jing Jue saw Mo Zheng wake up, his face was full of joy, and regardless of Mo Zheng's previous actions, he came to Mo Zheng's side and said excitedly: "Senior brother, you are awake! I was just helping you ......"

"Get out!" But before he finished speaking, Mo Zheng's face showed a fierce color, as if that Jing Jue was his enemy.

"I ......"

"I'll say it again! Get out!" Mo Zheng didn't want to hear Jing Jue say anything at all, his voice was raised one degree, not only stunned Jing Jue, but also startled Yan Qingqian, who was coming towards this side with water, and the iron basin in his hand fell to the ground with a bang, and the water flowed all over the ground.

"This, this is... What's wrong?" said Yan Qingqian's voice trembling slightly.

Jing Jue glanced at Yan Qingqian, and saw that his face was at a loss, Mo Zheng couldn't listen to any words at this time, Jing Jue simply left a sentence: "Senior brother, you are so healthy and recuperating, we won't bother, you take care of yourself, come on tomorrow." ”

As he spoke, he left a bottle of healing medicine aside, and left with Yan Qingqian.

After the two of them took the door and left, Mo Zheng looked at the bottle of healing medicine beside him, a fire ignited inexplicably, roared, and fanned the medicine bottle, shattering it to the ground, clanging.

Jing Jue and Yan Qingqian had just walked not far when the strange movement in Mo Zheng's room reached their ears.

Yan Qingqian glanced back in the direction of the room, with a sad look in his eyes: "What happened to Senior Brother Mo Zheng?

Jing Jue shook his head with a low eyebrow, and said, "He took the Soul Fixing Scatter, and the Soul Dao Method couldn't hurt him." ”

"Then why is he so angry with you?" Yan Qingqian asked in confusion.

"He's not right

I'm angry, I'm not getting along with myself, this time the Confucianism Conference, he came with the intention of winning the championship, but now he lost to Guan Tong, he couldn't accept it for a while, so his temperament changed greatly. Jing Jue sighed and explained.

Yan Qingqian frowned when he heard this: "But, isn't the Condensing Vein Martial Arts still over? He hasn't been eliminated either, there is still hope for everything, it's imperative, shouldn't he recover well? Why is he angry and angry like this?"

Jing Jue shook his head and said: "You don't understand, what he wants is not to simply win the championship, but to win the championship in a completely crushing style, he can't lose a single one, he wants to prove that his strength is a grade higher than these people who participated in the Condensation Vein Martial Arts, so he can't accept any failure." ”

When Yan Qingqian heard this, he gasped and said in shock: "Senior Brother Mo Zheng's requirements for himself are too high!"

"It can't be helped, he carries too many things on his shoulders. ”

After a pause, Jing Jue continued: "I originally thought that I could help him share some things, but now it seems that he has no intention of asking me to help him. ”

"It's so tiring to be alive like him. Yan Qingqian also sighed at this time, not knowing what to say.

......

The night passed quickly, and early the next morning, everyone was going to the main hall to gather and draw lots, and began the second day of the condensation of the vein martial arts.

The showdown on this day is to completely determine the ownership of the ten places to enter the Red Scale Cave Mansion, so it is particularly important.

The first to be played is a duel of 20 people from the pending group, this time, 10 people will be eliminated from the game, and 20 people will stand in two columns, which are the winner of the lower bracket and the loser of the upper bracket.

The lottery related to Mo Zheng's promotion or elimination, Jing Jue wanted to come to watch, and he carefully looked for Mo Zheng among the twenty people, wanting to see how Mo Zheng was recovering.

After looking for a long time, he finally found Mo Zheng's figure at the end of the loser column in the winner's group, but Jing Jue found that Mo Zheng was not in a good state at this time, and he still looked like a defeated rooster, with fluffy hair, no spirit on his face, and his aura was even more vain.

Jia Jin also found Mo Zheng's figure at this time, sighed, and said, "I hope Senior Brother Mo Zheng can draw a fellow disciple, so that he can go and talk." ”

Jing Jue glanced at Jia Jin and didn't say anything, although Jia Jin's words were for Mo Zheng's consideration, but he knew that even if Mo Zheng drew the same door, it would be useless, because the victory that Mo Zheng wanted was not just something that the same door could give.

Qin Wuyi, who was standing at the top of the winner's column in the loser's group, turned his head to look at Mo Zheng at this time, his eyes were full of sorrow, and he was thinking about something, no one knew.

However, Qin Wuyi's action was noticed by Tan Tai Chun behind him, Tan Tai Chun followed Qin Wuyi's gaze and looked back, and also fell on Mo Zheng's body, seeing his embarrassed appearance, he poofed and laughed out loud.

Tan Taichun patted Qin Wuyi's shoulder, glanced at Mo Zheng with a slanted gaze, and said: "Look at your junior brother, tsk, it's really like a lost dog, I originally thought that he should have grown a little over the years, but I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it, he still looks like this." ”

Although Qin Wuyi was elegant, he couldn't bear such words, and said coldly: "You just pray that you won't draw lots to touch me for a while!"

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