Mu Wanfeng was seriously injured, Wen San didn't even fight, so he took the initiative to admit defeat, how can this convince the public?

The crowd in the audience was stunned for a while, and they all felt that they had watched a fake competition, and then they began to scold.

", this is collusion, right?"

"In the face of a foundation building period, the Jindan period admits defeat without even moving, which is too perfunctory!"

"That's it! I can't say that yesterday's competition was also a conspiracy, and this shameless man was not injured at all!"

The adjudicator raised his eyelids and announced the results of the contest.

"Yuntian Palace Mu Wanfeng wins!...... next competition"

This competition is normal, he has no reason to care, even if this competition is boring, he can't care about it, as long as he does his part.

Mu Wanfeng was in the midst of shouting and scolding, and walked out of the ring with Wen San speechlessly.

"Brother Wen, are you pulling hatred for me?"

Wen Sanyi pouted and said: "Knowing that there are tigers in the mountains, they prefer to go to the tiger mountains, they can become famous if they are alive, but they are spitting stars when they die!

"You haven't tried, how do you know you can't beat me?" Mu Wanfeng rolled her eyes.

"How many pounds and taels are you, others don't know, I don't know? I don't want to be beaten by you, and become a stepping stone for you to become famous. "Wen San is very proud of his wit.

At this point, Mu Wanfeng has nothing to say, anyway, he is also injured, and he is still happy to see it happen if he can leave him time to respend.

At the end of the competition, Wen San went to watch the rest of the competition, but Mu Wanfeng wanted to recuperate from his injuries, so he returned to Kaiyang Peak alone......

At night, I went to Huofeng Tower again, mainly to report to Wan Beichen about safety, and by the way, ask Wan Qianxia how the competition was.

Seeing that although Mu Wanfeng was wrapped in thick gauze, she was able to walk freely, and Wan Beichen and his wife were also relieved.

Knowing that Mu Wanfeng was fine, Wan Qianxia was also happy, but the smile had a faint loneliness, but Mu Wanfeng didn't notice it.

Wan Qianxia's two-day competition, relying on the power of the weak water spirit sword, all won the victory, and the rice never came in handy.

Before leaving, Mu Wanfeng told the rice a few words, asking him to pay attention to protecting Wan Qianxia before the end of the competition.

Back in his cabin, Mu Wanfeng crossed his knees and ran the Thousand Mountains Recipe, recuperating from his injuries until the early morning of the next day.

The Thousand Mountains Recipe is not only powerful and capable of forging the physical body, but also its recovery ability is beyond the reach of ordinary people.

If it was before the meridians were broken, Mu Wanfeng would be able to practice the Thousand Mountains Technique, and he would not have to wait until the formation spirit boy used thunder to slash him before the meridians were interrupted.

Xiaomi had also pointed out before that the way to restore the meridians was in the jade flute, but at that time he couldn't understand what Xiaomi meant, so he could only stare dryly.

Elder Lu of Baihua Valley broke his leg because of him, and he always remembered it in his heart, and he also asked about the treatment method of millet.

The method is simple and crude, that is, to grind Phoenix Jue into powder, and only need to let it take a little, which is enough for Elder Lu's severed limbs to grow back.

However, when Mu Wanfeng was about to do this, Xiaomi disagreed, and severely reprimanded him for burning the piano and cooking cranes, killing chickens and taking eggs.

Therefore, saying this method is equivalent to not saying it.

Xiang Xuelan has found many ways from the classics, all of which require a panacea to do it.

Even if he found a material, with Xiang Xuelan's ability at this time, he would not be able to refine such a high-grade elixir.

Generally speaking, Elder Lu's broken leg was put on hold indefinitely.

Because Wan Qianxia had learned that Mu Wanfeng was back last night, she knocked on Mu Wanfeng's door before dawn as usual.

Then he took the rice, together with Mu Wanfeng, and went to Tianquan Peak to participate in today's competition.

So far, three competitions have been held, and one thousand and one people have been divided into eight batches for the draw.

After three days of competition, plus byes, there are only 126 people left who have not tasted defeat so far.

Except for a very few of them, that is, people like Mu Wanfeng, the vast majority of them are in Jindan eight or nine years of recultivation.

Mu Wanfeng came to the wooden box where he was, and when he looked at it, the one hundred and twenty-six people were clear at a glance, and there were many acquaintances among them.

Chongxiao, Xiang Xuelan, Mo Yushu, Xue Wuji, Hua Feng, Ruan Hongyu, Yan Chu, Mu Ziqi, Ji Nanmu, Gu Ling, Wu Zhi...... Even the woman Wen Yi likes, Yue Ziyao is also among them.

These one hundred and twenty-six people, although most of them Mu Wanfeng can't be named, any of them are the pride of heaven in the sect.

Only Mu Wanfeng is an exception, let's say that he is not famous, he is much louder than anyone else's name.

If you want to say that he is famous, he has nothing to do with him.

He looks handsome, but he is not particularly outstanding; although the refining weapon is unmatched, the people of Baihua Valley and Lingxiao Pavilion do not know; his character and personality, except for a few people, almost do not want to see him.

If you have to say a little bit, maybe his realm is low enough, and he is the only person in the foundation building period in the field, and he has reached the top 126 in troubled waters.

He has not been defeated until now, except for a few people who know his strength, everyone did not expect it.

Mu Wanfeng walked in the crowd, as dazzling as the sun, even more eye-catching than Xiang Xuelan's world-class face.

As soon as Ruan Hongyu finished drawing lots, he saw Mu Wanfeng walking towards him, and he had the heart to taunt him, but after the lesson last time, he also thought that his kung fu was not as good as Mu Wanfeng, and finally held back.

Mu Wanfeng's competition, every one of which was watched by the disciples of Lingxiao Pavilion, and then everything was reported to Ruan Hongyu.

A person who has come up by luck and connection, as long as he meets a disciple of Ling Xiao Pavilion, he will end there.

Ruan Hongyu wondered in his heart whether to let a disciple deliberately lose to one thousand and one, and finally challenge Mu Wanfeng, and then pull him to one thousand and one.

"What are you going to do?"

Mu Wanfeng was just about to go to the lottery, but was stopped by Xue Wuxi.

"Do you still need to ask? Of course, it's a competition. Mu Wanfeng shrugged her shoulders and said.

"Go back!" Xue Wuxian looked serious.

Mu Wanfeng glanced at him and asked, "Why?"

"With ......" Xue Wuxian stagnated, he really didn't seem to have a position to prevent Mu Wanfeng from participating in the competition, and after snorting coldly, he didn't say more.

Mu Wanfeng patted him on the shoulder and said, "Don't worry, I'm measured!"

Seeing that Xue Wuxian's face was slightly softened, Mu Wanfeng bypassed him and reached into the wooden box and pulled out a note.

"Ninety-five, this luck is really evil!" Looking at the note in his hand, Mu Wanfeng smiled bitterly.

Ruan Hongyu had been not far away from the side, and when he heard Mu Wanfeng read out this number, a smile appeared on his face.

He remembered that there was only one junior disciple who had drawn ninety-six, so now it would be up to Mu Wanfeng to win.

When the crowd dispersed, Mu Wanfeng saw that Xue Wuxian was still in place, he rubbed his eyebrows with a little headache, and said, "Okay, I'm not your father, don't look like a mourner......"

As soon as these words came out, Xue Wuxian's face sank instantly, and Mu Wanfeng remembered one thing.

Xue Wuxian once said that his mother died at the hands of a righteous person, and Mu Wanfeng regretted it a little after she finished speaking.

"Xiaobai, you know, I'm a mouthful......

Xue Wuxian glanced at him coldly and interrupted: "Hmph~ If you didn't know that you didn't mean to, you wouldn't be able to stand and talk to me now." ”

After a pause for a breath, he cautioned again: "Be careful with yourself." With that, he turned and left.

Mu Wanfeng inadvertently caught a glimpse of Xiang Xuelan in the crowd, glanced at herself from a distance, and also walked away.

But her worry was left in Mu Wanfeng's eyes.

Shaking his head, Mu Wanfeng walked towards yesterday's ring.

The people on Tianquan Peak, I don't know what kind of psychology they had, as long as they noticed Mu Wanfeng, they all moved out of the way on both sides of the road.

The people who didn't participate in the competition and came to join in the fun all followed him.

Mu Wanfeng didn't know what to say about this situation, but the vacated spacious road still made him walk with a chic feeling, so happy.

Especially with this group of people behind him, it is even more powerful, and the end is full of domineering!

"Brother Feng!"

Mu Wanfeng carried a huge momentum, and he couldn't attract attention if he wanted to, and when he walked to the front of the ring, Hua Feng saw him.

Hua Feng walked quickly, gave Mu Wanfeng a bear hug, and said, "Brother Feng, there is such a story, I don't vomit or be unhappy......"

Mu Wanfeng was already miserable by his story, his expression was solemn, and he said: "Brother Hua, if you don't tell stories, we are still people in the same boat!"

"Uh......"

Hua Feng didn't understand what he had offended Mu Wanfeng. Mu Wanfeng in the past was the only one who did not exclude him from telling stories.

He sighed secretly in his heart, it is really the wind of the world, and the people's hearts are not ancient!

In the crowd, Ruan Hongyu stood with a hook-nosed man, watching Mu Wanfeng from afar.

"Senior Brother Taichu, do you know how much this Mu Wanfeng has drawn?"

The hook-nosed man smiled and said, "I'm ninety-six, Senior Brother Ruan came here at this time, isn't the one he drew ninety-five?"

"Senior brother is smart!" Ruan Hongyu's eyes were gloomy, his smile was cold, and he said, "Presumably, the junior brother should also know what to do, right?"

"Hehe, senior brother, don't worry, a salted fish with a six-fold foundation has actually mixed into the top one hundred and twenty-six, let me run into it, I have to let him know how to be a person!" said the hook-nosed man.

Ruan Hongyu nodded: "After all, there are still rules, and you shouldn't do too much, so as not to affect you, just break the foundation." ”

The hook-nosed man suddenly lowered his voice and said with a lewd smile: "I understand this, anyway, he won't be able to jump for a few days, so when the time comes, catch it for the senior brother to enjoy?"

Ruan Hongyu's eyes were shining, staring at Mu Wanfeng in the distance, and the more he looked at it, the more he liked it.

"Well~ The figure is good, but when I think about his expression, I can't help but be excited!"

In the Shenzhou Continent, very few people know that Ruan Hongyu, the next pavilion master of Lingxiao Pavilion, has a special habit, not a preference for chrysanthemums in flowers!