Supreme Medicinal God

Yue Zhuoqun grabbed Ye Feng’s sleeve and smiled: "Sect Master Ye, please stay away. In fact, there is no need for everyone to be so stiff. Since everyone has conflicting opinions, it is better to let Master Zhi Kong judge."

"Master Zhikong, you have always been fair and compassionate, you say a word, what should we do."

Although Master Zhikong has been out of business, he knows the stakes better than anyone else. Seeing Yue Zhuoqun throwing hot potato to himself, he secretly scolded Yue Zhuoqun's old fox.

He declared the Buddha number: "Amitabha, everything is worth peace, this is the ancient martial arts competition, there is no need for swords to face each other. Since the Master Yue, let the poor monks judge, the poor monks dare to speak out. The poor monks feel that there is no It is forbidden to use fierce beasts. It is because the fierce beasts have poisoned people. It is not that the disciples of Yihua Palace are poisoned and wounded. There is no need to hold the disciples of Yihua Palace responsible.

The portrait of Chongxu Dao was very helpless. He restored his original smirk and sighed: "Ah, Master Zhikong said it rightly, I also want to understand, Ye Zongzhu, don't blame me, I see the disciples were poisoned to death. Heartache will make no words. The disciples of the Shangqing door are quiet. The bronze mirror was bitten by a fierce beast. You can’t blame others. You can only blame him for his bad life. No disciples of Shangqingmen are allowed to seek revenge on this matter. If anyone does this, I will expel him from the teacher's door. Do you understand?"

The disciples of Shangqingmen were afraid of the scorpion flying in mid-air, who would dare to seek revenge, but only because of their face would they bluff and noisy, pretending to find justice for the death of Brother.

Now that Master has spoken, with this step, they immediately calm down and no one dares to talk nonsense.

Yue Zhuoqun was a little helpless, and laughed twice: "Since the matter is over, let's continue the game, there are many rounds below, and strive to end the game early."

Ye Feng and Jiang Yixue sat back on their chairs again, and the disciples at the Flower Palace also sheathed their swords, and the retreat at the top of Huashan disappeared.

Eucommia gave Ye Feng a thumbs-up, as if to say that only you would be able to swallow the three old guys in exchange for someone else. I am afraid it is another scene.

Mr. Mo Da also cast an admiring look, boy, you are domineering enough.

The prefecture-level matchup is very fierce. Everyone desperately exerts his or her strength and fights for his or her life. There is even a situation of losing both sides.

Although several people won the game and defeated their opponents, they could not continue to fight because they were seriously injured and had to retire.

Although there are 25 prefecture-level realm disciples in the Yihuagong disciples, after the three rounds, only the captains Li Rouge, Jiang Yuxin and Lan Ling'er are qualified for the semi-finals. Most of the remaining sisters have little experience in the game, plus a little bit Little nervous, losing one after another.

The final match of the third round was the official match between Nie Qingwu and Tai Yingmen Sun Ying. Whoever wins will qualify for the semi-finals. The next match will be against Rouge.

Nie Qingwu was wearing a black tight patent leather combat jacket. Her high-stretch, tight-fitting fabric outlined her perfect slim figure. What she didn't match with her beauty was a strappy waist and a shining flying knife.

There was an air of femininity in the show, which made her feel more charming.

Tai Yingmen's Sun Ying is a tall, thin man with a nine-hole large knife on his shoulder. The knife is an ordinary knife, but the back of the knife has nine holes and nine silver rings.

Nie Qingwu's eyes did not fall on his opponent Sun Ying, but on the podium.

Everyone thought that Nie Qingwu was watching the official team leader Du Zhong, but Du Zhong knew that Nie Qingwu's ultimate goal was Ye Feng, and he consciously turned his head.

Seeing Nie Qingwu looking at himself, Ye Feng nodded with a smile, expressing encouragement, come on, you will definitely reach the semifinals.

Seeing Nie Qingwu doesn't look at herself, Sun Ying has a sullen face, thinking that Nie Qingwu looks down on herself.

He gently shook the nine-hole sword, and the silver ring on the blade hit the blade, making a crisp silver bell-like sound.

Hearing the sound of the silver ring, Nie Qingwu didn't feel anything. Both Li Rouge and Ye Feng moved in their hearts. Does the silver ring on Sun Ying's nine-hole knife have the same effect as deceiving the mind, just like the golden ring on the sacred lotus of Buddhist monk Du Duxin? ?

If it wasn't for Ye Feng's drum cheering just now, Li Rouge was probably caught in the monk's plan.

Nie Qingwu gently moved her snowy and slender fingers, just like the cowboy in the Western film, with her hands down slowly, resting on her waist, watching Sun Ying quietly.

A smile of evil appeared in the corner of Sun Ying's mouth, his eyes staring at Nie Qingwu's proud body with all his eyes, and all the evil thoughts were written on his face.

"Sister, would you bring a few knives to compete with me? Your officials are too buckled. Why don't you equip you with some good weapons? How about my nine-ring knife?"

With a showy look, Sun Ying shook the nine-ringed knife in his hand. The blade was permeated with cold air, and collided with the silver nine-ringed ring, emitting a silver light, as if the mercury was flowing smoothly.

Nie Qingwu could see at a glance that the nine-hole silver ring knife was cast by cold iron. Ordinary steel does not have this kind of coldness that irritates skin.

Not familiar with this kind of villainous face, Nie Qingwu pretended not to know: "I don't feel much about your knife."

Sun Ying smiled smugly: "Little sister, I knew you didn't know the goods. This was made by the millennium cold iron. No wonder where did you see the millennium cold iron. Like this weapon, we have too many doors. Little Sister, if you are willing to admit defeat and date me, hey, brother, I can give it to you."

Nie Qingwu sneered: "I'm not rare, you can keep it for yourself."

It was boring, Sun Ying showed a fierce look in her eyes, little girl, toasting without eating fines, seeing me not to teach you, let you know how powerful brother is.

Boom, a deafening drumbeat, the game began, and everyone stared at the two on the ring.

"Little sister, since you don't know what to do, don't blame your brother for being rough."

Sun Yingneri focused on his hands, shook his sword, shoved, shoved, and cut directly to Nie Qingwu.

Sun Ying's knife was like lightning, and his momentum was like a row of mountains and seas. The sharp sword did not arrive. The sharp wind of the knife had already hurt people's cheeks, and it was impossible to see that Sun Ying's thin body would have such a mighty power.

Although Sun Ying's sword was powerful, the impact of the nine silver rings did not confuse people's minds, and Ye Feng was a little relieved.

Nie Qingwu's wrist was raised, and a ding rang, a big slap, a small flying knife actually held up the mighty nine-hole silver ring sword.

Sun Ying couldn't help but make a wicked smile. His nine-hole sword was cast with 60% of the millennium cold iron, which was not only sharp but also heavy.

A small dagger actually wanted to block my nine-hole cold iron knife. It was simply a cricket shaking the tree. It could crush it.

(End of this chapter)