At the same time, a room in the post house was filled with the faint smell of blood.

The nine-life cat demon was lying on the bed, the blood stains on his body had been wiped off, but he was still in a coma.

Zhi Jijing stood nearby, pointing a green-white finger in the air, causing ripples to spread out, helping the Nine-Life Cat Demon to expel the remaining sword intent.

The sword intention will hinder the healing of the wound. At this time, the tenacious vitality of the cat demon family begins to emerge, and she enters a translucent state, cycling through different "failures" to repair herself.

"Huh, it's not a big problem. You can recover after you go back and recuperate for a few months." Zhi Jijing retracted her finger and turned around and said.

There were a lot of messengers crowded in the room. They all breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this. If the root cause of the disease was found, it would be a big loss.

It was only then that their moods came out of the haze of failure. The old monster who had warned them said:

"In the end, I still had the ability to fight back. The outcome was still uncertain. Why did Elder Zhi give up?"

Zhi Jijing gave him a cold look and said, "Are you questioning me?"

The old demon clan was stunned for a moment, his face twitched, and he lowered his eyes: "I don't dare."

Zhi Jijing didn't look at him again, and took the lead in leading everyone out of the ward: "Qilin, come here."

Among the crowd, a jade unicorn wearing a dark green robe with two short horns buried in the long hair on his head followed Zhi Jijing, and the two of them walked in the garden of the post house.

There was only lingering snow in the flower bed, and a few winter plum trees beside the courtyard wall.

Two shadows, one red and one green, are quite eye-catching.

After knowing that Jijing had walked away, Fang opened his mouth:

"Today the demon country has lost face, and this matter will definitely be publicized by the human race. I am very dissatisfied with the past two games. For the third game tomorrow, I need a dignified and no-suspense victory."

Yu Qilin had a tall and straight figure, standing in the cold wind, and her grace was dazzling. When she heard the words, her upper lip was pursed on her elegant face like a scholar, her eyes were bright, and she only said one word:

"good."

It seemed that, in his eyes, this was a matter of no suspense.

…

…

Academy.

There were no classes today. After returning from the Taochuan River, the students gathered excitedly in twos and threes in various places in the courtyard, discussing what happened in the morning.

Today's victory undoubtedly makes them feel proud.

"This is a victory for the Liang Kingdom and a victory for the academy." Xi Lian commented on the spot.

And the review of this competition was arranged as a homework.

However, the students were surprisingly not disgusted. After eating, they gathered together and began to review the fighting process from memory, analyze the responses to the moves, and occasionally let out exclamations.

At the scene, they couldn't keep up. Now, when they separated the moves one by one, they could see the power of the sword, the light and the shadow.

"Senior Brother Chen is worthy of being a genius. He multi-tasks and masters so many sword techniques."

"Junior Brother Qi is the most powerful one, but he is a great demon in the Four Realms." Someone retorted.

As a result, the students gradually divided into two groups, quarreling over their respective idols like fans fighting each other.

"Junior Sister Wu, who do you think is more powerful?" A female disciple started to argue. She suddenly turned her head and looked at Wu Qingyan, trying to pull her into the "Chen Fan" camp.

The corners of Miss Wu's third daughter's mouth twitched and she thought: Childish.

But in her heart, she was about to say that name out of nowhere. Suddenly, she caught a glimpse of a figure from the corner of her eye and asked in surprise: "Who is that?"

The students looked at it, and one of them was surprised: "General Qin, what is he doing in Guzhilou?"

…

Inside the old paper building.

The charcoal in the brazier emits warmth. He Sheng, wearing a moon-white Confucian robe and crystal-ground glasses, is sitting on a rocking chair at the "counter", reading a book.

At her feet was a fire pot and an empty cushion, where the orange cat should have been.

Cats are afraid of the cold, so they like to go to warm places.

But he is not here at the moment, and no one knows where the lazy cat has gone.

"Qin Guan?" When he heard footsteps approaching, He Sheng raised his head and looked at the empire's number one warrior with confusion: "Is something wrong?"

Tomorrow will be the third session. At this time, Qin Guan should be in the Taoist courtyard.

Qin Guan stared at her calmly and explained: "I don't have a good chance of winning in tomorrow's competition."

"so?"

"I know that there is something in the academy. Well, it is the 'research result' left by that person back then. It can allow practitioners to increase their strength to a higher level in a short period of time. It should be left on the third floor of the old paper building. I need him.

"Qin Guan said bluntly.

He Sheng's expression changed. Of course she knew what the "research results" Qin Guan was referring to, and she was not surprised that this top god knew about it.

but……

"I don't know where you heard it from, but those wrong things have been destroyed long ago and are of no use." He Sheng said calmly.

Qin Guan shook his head and said, "But Fu Lao Lin has proven that it is feasible."

He Sheng's face changed slightly, and he suddenly spoke seriously:

"Then you should also know that after the end of Fu Lao Lin's secret method of flesh and blood, there will be backlash, and those things left behind are just defective products, and the backlash will be even greater... Even if you have top-level magical powers, you are likely to leave behind

Irreparable trauma. It may even ruin your future path of spiritual practice."

Qin Guan thought for a while and suddenly said:

"I know. But... Liang Guo can't lose, at least, he can't lose in my hands."

No! Can! Lose! In! My! Hand!

Qin Guan's tone was normal, but He Sheng could hear the other party's determination from these words.

With that said, the martial arts magician walked towards the stairs without any hesitation.

He Sheng panicked. She stood up, stood in front of him, shook her head and said, "I won't allow you to go up."

Qin Guan's eyes flashed: "You...can't stop it."

As he spoke, he punched out.

…

"So, you think Qi Ping is more powerful?" Inside the school building, the female student was disappointed:

"Senior Brother Chen is in the realm of supernatural powers, and he is so good-looking... Even though Junior Brother Qi is also very good, he is just cleaning his marrow."

Wu Qingyan said helplessly: "He..."

At this moment, a low roar interrupted the quarrel around him.

The students looked in astonishment and saw the door trembling in the direction of the Old Paper Building, and a white wave of air swept out. In the loud noise, He Sheng's figure was blown out like a cannonball.

But there was a golden ball of light surrounding him.

"winter!!"

He Sheng hit a wall and the ball of light shattered. She was shaken to pieces, but she was not injured.

"What's going on?" A strong wind swept over Xueping, and Xi Lian came with a folding fan in hand, shocked.

"Enemy attack? People from the Taoist Temple are coming to kill?" A gray, fat owl flapped its wings and flew out of the window of Mr. Wu's small building. It whirred and looked around warily.

He Sheng got up from the ground, holding his stomach, his face turned pale, and said: "The old paper building... the third floor... Qin Guan broke in, stop him quickly..."

The expressions of the two changed greatly, and they flew towards the old paper building at the same time. The students were in confusion and ran over from all directions, not knowing why.

At this moment, a cat meow came from down the mountain.

He Sheng looked around and saw a chubby figure wearing a loose Confucian robe, walking up the mountain path and panting.

There's a cat on my shoulder keeping watch.

"Mr. 2! You are back!" A student said in surprise.

One of the two divine beings in the academy, Mr. Er, who left with Mr. Da about two months ago, returned at this moment.

It turns out that the cat guard was there to pick someone up.

Wen Xiaohong nodded. He looked a little tired, as if he had rushed back day and night. At this time, he had no time to say hello and had already turned his attention to the old paper building.

He was a little dazed and didn't seem to understand the situation, but he reacted very quickly. Without waiting for He Sheng to explain, he took a step forward, pulled He Sheng up, and touched his right hand in front of him.

The character "无" appears.

The distance between the two of them and the old paper building was "erased" and they reached the third floor in an instant.

Therefore, the paper building has three floors, but in the past, Qi Ping only entered the first two floors. The third floor only had one room and a circle of bookshelves with a few items placed on it.

At this moment, Xi Lian and Mr. Four, who looked like an owl, had arrived, both of them looking extremely ugly.

I saw Qin Guan sitting cross-legged in meditation in front of a bookshelf on the third floor, with blood looming on his body, and lines of blood flowing from his ears, nostrils, and eyes.
To be continued...