Xue Chang did not answer, walked to Zhou Qiao and sat cross-legged, and said in a deep voice: "Help me help Senior Zhou up and sit down."

Ye San and Luo Dahui, one left and one right, immediately as they said.

Xue Chang put his palms on Zhou Qiao's back heart, regulating the true energy of the Nine Yin yin, and slowly crossing it.

At this time, the Nine Yin true qi in Xue Chang's body was not as weak and embarrassed as Gu Shijing when he was healing, and it was much pure and strong. Although the true qi in Zhou Qiao's body was almost completely disordered, the Nine Yin true qi was like water, and when it encountered obstacles, it leaked, and soon flowed to Zhou Qiao's heart vein, expelling the alien power here and repairing the heart...

Under the anxious and concerned eyes of Ye San and others, Zhou Qiao's hemoptysis became less and less until he finally stopped...

After Ye San saw Zhou Qiao's breathing gradually became stable, a big stone finally fell to the ground in his heart.

"Are there any pills that can replenish blood and invigorate qi?" Xue Chang asked.

"Yes! Yes!" Ye San responded in succession.

"First give Senior Zhou two pills."

Ziqiong Ye, who had already prepared something, immediately handed the elixir to Ye San.

Zhou Qiao, who had already woken up, took advantage of Ye San's hand to feed the medicine and kissed his palm "spray" and said, "Brother Ye... Since I'm still alive... don't forget your promise!"

Ye San said in a dark face, "Healing your injuries first."

The two respected seniors showed their love in public. A group of iron-blooded Changhemen disciples were a little embarrassed, but they could not be avoided. Otherwise, wouldn’t they be exposed to public? So the agile Ziqiong Ye secretly instructed others to surround the circle larger and denser. Only Luo Dachui walked out of the crowd silently.

"Is it boy Xue?" Zhou Qiao said again. At this time, she had already heard Xue Chang's voice.

"It's me, Senior Zhou." Xue Chang said: "Please concentrate and regulate your breathing, and re-introduce your internal strength into your dantian."

Zhou Qiao did not immediately follow suit, but said, "If you hadn't saved my life... Today I would have scolded you when I saw you... What's wrong with my doorman... but you are going to marry that princess."

As soon as these words were said, Xue Chang and Michelle Ye felt embarrassed.

"Xiao Zhou, why are you talking crazy? Why don't you heal your wounds quickly!" Ye San said in a deep voice.

Unexpectedly, Zhou Qiao glared at him: "Is what I said wrong?... You shouldn't have made any vows at the beginning... You see... you scared Xiao Zi away... Now the marriage is almost done... It's better to do this, Xiao Zi, you can just marry both of them."

Although Ziqiong Ye was not an ordinary woman, she couldn't help but hear this.

Xue Chang almost got angry and coughed continuously.

"Xiao Zhou, are you still finished?" Ye San completely darkened his face and stared at Zhou Qiao angrily.

Zhou Qiao felt a little guilty and quickly said, "It's over, I'll say so much... You two should think about it carefully... By the way, don't block me... A group of friends came to see my competition... If I can't see, I'm still alive... I'm afraid something will happen."

Zhou Qiao's premonition was correct, but something had happened. In the audience opposite Zhou Qiao, some viewers shouted to jump into the venue, but were stopped by the imperial soldiers, and the two sides pushed each other.

Zhou Qiao waved his arms there in time.

"That's great, Sister Zhou is still alive, she's fine!" A sharp-eyed audience shouted loudly, and then the audience cheered in unison before returning to their seats one after another.

This scene made Xue Chang a little surprised. He didn't expect that in just a few days, Zhou Qiao actually gained a group of fans.

But he didn't know that Zhou Qiao recognized the middle-aged woman who shouted her name on the sidelines on the first day of the martial arts competition, and after he recognized the girl she knew back then, she would use her light skills and run to the audience to chat with her familiars, and then get to know a group of Luoyang audiences.

Because Zhou Qiao's life and death were uncertain before, the military inspectors in charge of this competition had not announced the result. When she saw that she seemed to be fine, she shouted loudly: "In the third competition, Master Wuchi in Shaolin Temple won!"

When the monk Wu Chi, who had been standing on the wooden platform, heard this, suddenly came to his senses and waved his hand in a hurry and said, "No! No! It was me who lost, it was Mr. Zhou who won!"

"Master Wuchi, don't be humble. I see clearly that you won!" said the official of the Military Inspection Office seriously.

"No, you didn't see clearly. Donor Zhou gave me. In the end, she showed mercy and did not pierce my eyes with a knife. But I... but I revenge my kindness and punched her hard when she was slowing down... Amitabha, please forgive me. I should go to hell, and I should go to hell..." Monk Wuchi looked regretful, pestered the officials of the Martial Arts Office, and kept talking nonstop.

The officials of the Martial Arts Office were unable to do so and looked at Zen Master Wunu in the audience for help.

Zen Master Wunu jumped to the side of Monk Wuchi and said in a deep voice: "Junior brother, are you sure you want to admit defeat?! Do you know that if you admit defeat, Shaolin would lose to the Iron Blood Changhemen and lose the title of the Great Zhou Wulin! "

The voice of Zen Master Wunu contained a awakening mantra, and the monk Wuchi fell into silence, but then he said firmly again: "Senior brother, it's true and fake. I lost this competition! After returning to Shaolin, I would like to face the wall for ten years to atone for my sins!"

Zen Master Wunu stared at him and finally sighed: "Just as you said, we Shaolin again-"

"Shaolin didn't lose this game!" A voice sounded, but Ye San jumped onto the wooden platform: "Master Wuchi, even if Zhou Qiao did not stop, the short blade pierced your eyes, and the Hundred Steps Divine Fist you accumulated will hit her body. It will be a loss at that time. I think it would be better to be a draw?"

"This..." Monk Wuchi was still hesitating, and Ye San said again: "You said just now, it's true or false. If what I just said just now is true, you should speak according to the facts."

"Okay, even if you have a draw." Wu Chi Monk clasped his hands at Ye San: "Please allow me to visit King Shi of Zhou and repent to him."

"It's okay to visit, there's no need to repent. It's normal for you to compete with her fairly, and it's normal for you to suffer some pain." Ye San said.

"Thank you, donor Ye! But if not, I will feel uneasy!" Monk Wuchi said seriously, turned around and walked down the wooden platform, and walked towards Zhou Qiao who was sitting on the ground healing.

"Wu Chi." A voice came from the side.

Monk Wuchi turned his head and looked at it, but saw Luo Dahui from the Iron Blood Changhemen. He immediately stood up and shouted respectfully: "Senior Brother Wuchen."

"I had already said during the competition that there is no Wuhen in the world, only Luo Dahui." Luo Dahui said calmly, and then said comfortingly: "You did a good job just now, don't blame yourself too much!"

Monk Wuchi didn't say anything, but gave a bow to Luo Dachui and continued to walk towards Zhou Qiao.

Ye San said calmly on the stage: "Zen Master Wunu, now he has only won two wins and one draw, and Shaolin still has a chance."

Zen Master Wunu glared at him: "Even if the old hero Ye makes a move, I will go ahead with Shaolin."

After the military officials in the military inspector loudly announced that the "the fourth competition began", Ziqiong Ye, who was paying attention to Zhou Qiao's healing, stood up, she tidied up her clothes and stepped forward.

"Sect Master, Master Xue is here, you must be good--" Before Zhou Qiao finished speaking, the Nine Yin true energy that protected her heart meridians suddenly jumped, causing her chest to hurt and choked on the words behind her.

Xue Chang casts inspiring eyes at Ziqiong Ye.

Ziqiong Ye nodded slightly and walked onto the stage lightly with everyone's cheers.

During this martial arts conference, all major sects secretly implemented an unwritten rule: both sides who competed to arrange the same age group as much as possible, so that the strength of their sects can be demonstrated.

Ziqiong Ye is only twenty years old. According to the principle, the Ming generation of Shaolin Temple corresponds to it. However, through the previous competition, Shaolin Temple already knew that the granddaughter of Ye Wenbo, who was in his prime, was very strong. Perhaps Mingzhen and Mingshi could match him. Unfortunately, one was disabled and the other died last year. Now it is the most critical competition. Zen Master Wunu did not want to lose, so he sent Huike.

"Hui is one of the youngest disciples in Shaolin's Hui's generation. However, he neither belongs to the Arhat Hall nor is in the DAMO Academy. He is a deacon in the fireworks room. He rarely travels around the world. However, the records of the General Military Affairs Office of the General Military Affairs Office say that he is good at stick technique and is known as the best stick technique in Shaolin Temple." The words of Bian Jinlin, the commander of the Jinghu Military Affairs Office, surprised the disciples of the Iron Blood Changhemen: Shaolin Temple is known as the best in the world in boxing and feet, but in fact the stick technique is also the best in the world. Because as a Buddhist disciple, almost everyone in Shaolin Temple monks can be good at stick technique. In this case, this monk Huicheng can still stand out, which shows that his stick technique is excellent.

"What's there to worry about?" Shangguan Yi said confidently: "He is the best in the stick technique. My Master Ye's sword technique is unmatched in the sect. He will know it's powerful in a while."

Shangguan Yi's words were unanimously recognized by the disciples of the Iron Blood Changhe Sect.

Monk Huike is in his early thirties, has a mature face and a strong figure. Perhaps he has been staying in the fireworks for many years, with red and coppery skin and holding a cooked copper stick as thick as a wrist.

Ziqiong Ye was covered with black hair and white dress, as if the person in the painting reappeared, but also heroic. The audience on the sidelines were cheering like thunder, most of them were spoken by her, but she had no idea. Her bright eyes stared at the opponent in front of her. She held a black iron sword not given by Xue Chang, but just an ordinary steel sword. She nodded to Monk Huike and said, "Master, please give me a call!"

This is not because Ziqiong Ye does not understand the etiquette of the martial arts world. Although she is far younger than Monk Huike, as the leader of the Iron Blood Changhe Sect, she cannot downgrade herself, which makes people look down on her.

Monk Huike obviously understood this and saluted with a calm expression: "Master Ye, I offended me!" As soon as he finished speaking, the copper stick in his hand quickly and incompetently poked forward. It was the fire stick technique - Zhongping Thorn.
Chapter completed!