Rebellious officials bow their heads

A disciple broke into the door with a knife, panting heavily, glanced at the situation in the room, ignored Ye Liuzhou who was blocking him, raised the blade and slashed at Jing Yuan who was lying on the ground.

The bright blade sliced ​​through the shadows, but was stopped by the long whip from behind. The long whip slammed into his hand, the disciple let go of the pain and the blade fell to the ground. He threw his whole body out of the door, and suddenly his head hit the ground and passed out.

Holding a long whip, Jing Fuling walked in through the door covered in blood. Her robe was torn in several places, revealing a fleshy wound, and blood flowed down her boots.

She stretched her arms and pushed someone in, but she was dressed as a doctor.

"How is senior brother?" She wiped the sweat from her forehead and let out a tired breath.

"Should be alive." Ye Liuzhou pointed to the medicine cabinet, "There are bandages there, you stop the bleeding first."

The doctor who was kidnapped by Jing Fuling had an old face, checked Jing Yuan's situation, put a hand like withered bark on the young man's wrist, felt his pulse for a while, and said: "It's okay, it's not too late... "

Jing Fuling hurriedly bandaged the wound, and asked: "Is there a way to cure the poison that senior brother has suffered?"

"It can be solved. What he has in it is a highly poisonous mandala, but because of the medicine he drank earlier, the spread of the toxin has been postponed. Otherwise, until now, in terms of the ferocious toxicity of the mandala, even the gods would have rescued him." without him."

The doctor got up and took the medicinal materials to cook. Jing Fuling sat down beside Ye Liuzhou, and said viciously: "The group of bastards entered the kitchen of Yuan's mansion, and they poisoned the food while the servants were not paying attention, and asked me to eat it one by one. Kill them all."

He said, "What are you going to do next?"

"Continue to participate in tomorrow's three competitions."

Ye Liuzhou said: "You are injured, Jing Yuan is still unconscious, who will be on stage tomorrow?"

"Wait until the doctor detoxifies senior brother..."

"Even if there is an elixir for the poison of mandala, it will take at least three days to get rid of it, let alone nourish one's energy. I'm afraid he won't be able to participate in the competition tomorrow." The doctor brought the medicine and helped Jing Yuan let him drink it.

Jing Fuling frowned deeply and fell into silence. After the doctor finished his diagnosis and treatment, he wrote down his instructions and opened the door to send him away.

The three of them stayed in the pharmacy all night. At noon on the second day, the sun was shining brightly, and the window pavilion cast a large swath of sunlight. Jing Yuan woke up, rubbed his eyes and sat up. people.

Ye Liuzhou sat cross-legged and said, "You finally woke up."

Jing Yuan looked at him, opened his chapped lips, seemed to want to say something, but stopped.

"Brother, are you still going to the three-door competition today?" Jing Fuling asked.

Ye Liuzhou took the water bag from the table and threw it to him. After Jing Yuan took a few sips, he uttered a word: "Go."

The three of them came to Dusi Sanmen together.

The competition stage was in full swing, and the sunlight cast from the sky formed a dazzling light. The two people on the stage faced each other. Xu Yan didn't look at the opponent opposite, and was lowering his head to adjust the Tianshi ring on his hand.

Under the stage, Wan Hong was sitting on a soft chair covered with fox fur, with a canopy covering his head to shade him from the sun. A few maids around him were fanning him with round fans, and a basin of grapes stained with water droplets was placed by his hand.

He looked at the competition stage and shouted loudly: "Xu Yan, what are you waiting for? Hurry up!"

Opposite Xu Yan stood a strong man holding a meteor hammer, anxiously watching his every move, moving his steps but not daring to step forward.

When Ye Liuzhou walked through the crowd, he heard people talking about it, and someone said: "Who is this person surnamed Xu brought by Wan Hong? He is so powerful? None of the elders of the Chucheng faction are his opponents!"

"As long as he wins one more game, he will have ten wins, and he will be able to directly participate in the third competition tomorrow. I think this year's first three competitions may fall on him."

"How is it possible? You forgot that there is still the Cloaked Man. If the two of them meet, only one of them will survive!"

"Look, the coir raincoat is here!"

Jing Yuan's demeanor was as usual, his face was indifferent, and as soon as he sat down, the people around him scattered far away.

Ye Liuzhou whispered: "So why did we come here?"

Jing Fuling's wounds all over her body were covered under her robe, she patted his shoulder and said, "Look, it's the same person from last time!"

On the stage, Xu Yan took a step forward. The strong man on the opposite side settled his mind and decided to strike first.

At the same time, the black iron wire in Xu Yan's hand flew out, reflecting a dazzling light in the air, and wrapped around the hammer handle several times. He raised his hand and pulled it, and the meteor hammer immediately fell out of the strong man's hand and rolled to the side.

The strong man dropped his weapon and directly raised his fist to beat him.

The gears in the ring rolled, the black wire retracted, Xu Yan staggered to avoid his fist, and kicked the strong man's waist when the opponent had no time to pull back to reveal the empty door.

The strong man let out a scream after being hit hard, flew three feet away, and fell off the competition platform.

Immediately, there was a lively applause from the audience, and the general standing on the side raised his voice and announced: "Ten wins! Get ready for the third competition tomorrow!"

Xu Yan walked down the stone steps, looked in the direction of the stands, and his eyes fell on Ye Liuzhou accurately.

Ye Liuzhou met his gaze and blinked his left eye at him.

Jing Fuling next to him asked doubtfully, "Why do I feel that he is looking at us?"

Jing Yuan turned his indifferent gaze, Ye Liuzhou said with certainty: "That's your illusion."

After Xu Yan got off the stage, he walked towards Wanhong. The other party praised Xu Yan with a big belly, and he laughed triumphantly. He was the one who won ten games in a row at the same time.

After a while, another person flew onto the competition stage, he was the leader of the younger generation of the Kongtong Sect, he defeated his opponent with two or three blows, and was shouting vigorously towards the audience, but no one came up for a while.

Ye Liuzhou was a little absent-minded, when Jing Fuling suddenly turned around and took his hand, he was startled, and said, "Don't you think that giving and receiving are not intimate?"

"No, we are already between life and death, come with me." Jing Fuling pulled him forward.

"Where are you taking me?" He turned his head, looked at Jing Yuan and said, "Don't you think about stopping her?"

The young man looked at him indifferently, without any intention of making a move.

Ye Liuzhou found that Jing Fuling was pulling him all the way to the direction of the competition platform, so he quickly stopped and said in disbelief, "Do you want me to go up and fight?"

"Why not?"

Ye Liuzhou spread his hands: "The key is that I can't beat them."

"It doesn't matter, you can order as far as possible on behalf of our tripod sword villa."

"No, no, no, I think I will be beaten!" Ye Liuzhou stepped forward and walked in the original direction.

Jing Fuling grabbed him, "If you don't go, can senior brother and I go?"

"That's why I said don't come."

"There is no turning back when you shoot the bow!" Jing Fuling tussled with him in full view, and pushed him onto the competition ring, "I believe you can do it!"

Ye Liuzhou watched helplessly as she tapped the stone sculpture next to her with her toes, flew back to the stands, and waved at him with a smile.

Looking at Jing Yuan again, it seemed that he had discussed it with her, without any surprise.

Looking at this scene from a distance, Xu Yan frowned slightly, ignoring Wan Hong beside him who was still rambling, he stepped back and disappeared into the crowd.

Ye Liuzhou was silent for a while, and had no choice but to face the arrogant Kongtong sect disciple on the opposite side. His hands were empty, but the other party held a gleaming sharp sword, stabbing at him involuntarily!

He backed away, narrowly dodging.

The opponent refused to give an inch, and the sword edge rushed forward aggressively. Ye Liuzhou dodged left and right, and almost retreated to the edge of the competition platform.

Ye Liuzhou dodged the whistling sword, raised his hand to catch Chuan Luan, drew the sword out of its sheath, and blocked the oncoming blow with a heavy bang!

Xu Yan, who was in the far corner, retracted the stone that was about to be thrown out of his palm.

The two swords were colliding, but the opponent suddenly loosened his strength. Ye Liuzhou did not hold his sword steady and slashed down, slipped through the opponent's clothes, and pierced into the gap between his body and arms.

Just as he was about to draw it out, the opponent felt as if he had been stabbed into the real place, and with a scream, he held onto Chuan Luan's hilt and fell down.

There was a burst of exclamation from the audience.

Ye Liuzhou was confused, "What are you doing?"

The big disciple of the Kongtong faction lowered his voice and said: "Nonsense, you are from the Dingjian Villa. If you lose, Jing Yuan will be the next one to take the stage! Once he comes, it will not be a question of whether to lose or not! I will definitely I'm dead!"

It seems that on the first day of the three-door competition, the scene of Jing Yuan's killing spree cast a huge shadow on them...

The first disciple struggled to pull out the sword as if enduring the pain, stood up reluctantly, and cupped his hands: "Your Excellency's sword skills are really powerful, I have learned from you! Admire, admire!"

Then he was helped down by other disciples as if he was seriously injured.

Ye Liuzhou was dumbfounded.

There was a lively discussion in the stands, and they all lamented that his swordsmanship is outstanding.

The general announced loudly: "One victory! Does anyone else want to challenge him on stage?"

There was a lot of noise from below, but no one dared to go on stage for a long time. A muscular man with a fleshy face said provocatively to the disciples of the Qingshan sect next to him: "Didn't you say that your Qingshan sect's swordsmanship is the best in the world? Why don't you go up and learn about their tripod sword?" People from the villa?"

"Who dares to learn their swordsmanship? You see, he almost killed the eldest disciple of the Kongtong Sect!"

Someone scolded, "It will not end well if you fight against the people from Dingjian Villa. I heard that they killed people from a sect yesterday!"

"You have to know that there are only three of them here, and each of them is a peerless master who is bloodthirsty..."

"No one from your Qingshan faction has played today, so you plan to be a coward!"

"Don't talk about us, if you have the ability, you will die!"

After arguing for a while, someone finally came up to the stage. He was dressed in white and had a long beard. It was Zheng Xu, the head of the Qingshan School.

He drew out his saber, and smiled gently at Ye Liuzhou: "My lord, Zheng Xu, will ask your Excellency for some advice."

Ye Liuzhou vigilantly raised his hand to block in front of him. He didn't expect that with such a simple action, the distance between the two of them was so far, and Zheng Xu was so exaggerated that he seemed to be hit by the air, flying three or four feet backwards. In the distance, the head of the dignified faction, regardless of his identity, rolled in dust and fell straight off the stage.

"Wow—" the audience burst into a violent exclamation.

Ye Liuzhou stiffly turned into a statue.