The dust dispersed and everyone could clearly see the scene on the ring.
The arena actually no longer existed, with Hua Wanzhao and Lu Jianyu standing on both sides.
One was holding a sword in his left hand, and his right hand was hanging weakly, obviously broken. The other was half-kneeling on the ground, with disheveled hair, and his left shoulder and left leg were still bleeding.
Yan Xi was shocked: "Little Master!"
The careless smile on Mu Linxiao's lips disappeared.
It was obvious that both of them wanted to fight again.
When they tried to get up, they both fell down at the same time.
For a long time, no one stood up again.
"This game is a draw."
"Damn it, it's okay. After three consecutive games, I can even tie with the person who killed Niigong!"
"Still trying to be brave."
"But, how are the points calculated for a draw?"
Everyone looked at the notice board.
Lu Jianyu's name still tops the list, and Hua Wanzhao's points remain unchanged.
Therefore, there is neither extra points nor deductions.
A cry suddenly rang out from the crowd: "My spirit stone!"
This time, a certain button was turned on, and many people cursed.
“Isn’t this all taken by the dealer!!!”
"I just saw someone holding the female cultivator's five thousand top-quality spiritual stones!"
"Who is so generous? You don't like that female nun, do you?"
Yan Xi carefully glanced at Mu Linxiao, he was the one who had bought five thousand top grade spiritual stones.
Mu Linxiao's face looked really ugly at this moment.
His figure flashed and teleported to Hua Wanzhao.
After staring for a while, at the referee's urging, Mu Linxiao leaned down and gently picked her up.
Yan Xi trotted over and carefully checked Qihua Wanzhao's injuries.
There was so much commotion here that Ning Chenhao and the others no longer wanted to compete, so they came over to watch.
"How is little master doing?"
Even Ming Shen came here in person.
Being stared at by so many pairs of eyes, Yan Xi suddenly felt a lot of pressure: "The little master's injury is not serious. He is unconscious because of the exhaustion of spiritual power and the final impact. He will wake up in a while. However, he cannot lift the sword with his right hand for the time being.
Yeah, especially her heavy sword."
In other words, you will not be able to participate in the next competition.
Ning Chenhao looked back at the notice board. Hua Wanzhao's name was ranked thirteenth, only seven points away from the tenth place.
After seven games, Hua Wanzhao would definitely be fine under normal conditions. But now——
"Don't you still have your left hand?" came Mu Lin's cold voice with a smile.
"Yu Shi!" Ming Shen shouted.
Mu Linxiao ignored the terrifying look in his senior brother's eyes: "You still don't understand our little master, she will definitely do this."
"Um...what are you doing..."
Hua Wanzhao opened her eyes, and she could only vaguely hear the second half of Mu Linxiao's words.
Ming Shen went straight to the point: "Little Master, your hand is injured. Please give up the next game."
Hua Wanzhao subconsciously wanted to move her hand, but a heartbreaking pain stabbed her right hand.
"Little Master, don't force yourself." Yan Xi said.
"This... won't just break off..." Hua Wanzhao asked cautiously.
In such an unscientific place as the world of immortality, there should be something to be done about such a minor injury...right?
Mu Lin smiled and said: "Why don't you think more about the consequences when your little master is desperate?"
Although Mu Linxiao seemed to be smiling as usual, Hua Wanzhao had an inexplicable feeling that he was in danger now.
"What...what happened?"
"So," Mu Linxiao appeared in front of Hua Wanzhao instantly, "Is the young master still afraid?"
A magnified face suddenly appeared in front of me. No matter how seductive that face was, it was still scary.
Hua Wanzhao subconsciously leaned back, but the injury on his right arm was affected, and he took a breath of cold air: "Hiss——"
Ming Shen frowned: "Yu Shi, please be careful."
Although what Yue Fuli said was unpleasant, what Mu Linxiao did had indeed crossed the line.
Ming Shen knew that the accident before Mu Linxiao Ningying had changed his character a lot, but he couldn't see whether Mu Linxiao now was a sequelae of that time, or whether it really came from his true heart.
Mu Linxiao didn't take Ming Shen's serious warning seriously: "Little Master, is it possible that you still want to continue playing?"
"I can try holding the sword with my left hand."
"Your left hand cannot hold Zhenxie."
"It's enough to sing with strings."
Mu Linxiao spread his hands and said, "Look, am I right?"
Ming Shen glanced at Mu Linxiao.
That look was profound.
Mu Lin choked on his smile and forgot what to say.
"If the young master insists, I can't stop it. I just ask the young master to remember not to let this happen again."
Hua Wanzhao looked around, and Mu Linxiao stopped talking. Ning Chenhao, Ming Yiqian, Ming Shen, Pei Jitong, Yan Xi and even He Xian, Yijian Fengsha came this time, and they were all familiar to her.
beside her.
Suddenly I felt a little guilty.
"Oh, I'll pay attention."
Ming Yiqian and the others still had a competition, and Ming Shen, as an elder, couldn't stay here all the time. When he learned that Hua Wanzhao was fine and saw the person waking up, he dispersed.
But Ning Chenhao stayed.
"Aren't you going to compete?"
Ning Chenhao said calmly: "I am already ranked first, and the second place is far behind me, so don't worry about it for now. And this is not the finals, so there is no need to fight so hard for the first place."
Hua Wanzhao felt that he was insinuating herself, and was a little unhappy: "I don't want to work so hard. It's not that I fell too far behind in the past few days."
This bulging look made Ning Chenhao feel a little cute for no reason.
"Ah?" Hua Wanzhao asked in hindsight, "Which one?"
"Can you move your right hand?" Mu Lin's laughter sounded indescribably awkward.
Hua Wanzhao felt that this person might have some weird disorder.
In the past, Hua Wanzhao thought that Mu Linxiao might have the serious disease of "being kind to others but preferring to make people hate him", commonly known as tsundere. Now, she was sure that Mu Linxiao did have this disease.
Passing her left hand over, Hua Wanzhao asked: "What do you want to do?"
Mu Lin smiled without saying anything, spread out Hua Wanzhao's left hand, straightened it, and then covered it with his right hand.
A warm current slowly flowed into his body from his left hand. Hua Wanzhao's eyes widened and she looked at Mu Lin in astonishment and smiled: "You..."
Being stared at so closely by those beautiful peach blossom eyes, Mu Linxiao felt a sense of embarrassment that he had not seen for a long time.
"Uncle Pastor, is this restoring the spiritual power of the young master?" Ning Chenhao asked uncertainly.
"Um."
Hua Wanzhao asked doubtfully: "Isn't it true that you can't just give spiritual power to outsiders?"
Of course Hua Wanzhao knows this basic knowledge.
But now, with Mu Linxiao's spiritual power entering her body, she didn't seem to feel any discomfort.
[That’s because you used my spiritual power when you built the foundation, and your body has adapted to my spiritual power.]
Mu Lin's laughing voice suddenly echoed in the sea of consciousness.
The flowers bloom in the evening.
Although Mu Linxiao didn't say it clearly, Ning Chenhao had an experience in his previous life and could guess the reason.
only--
Ning Chenhao's eyes fell on the two people's overlapping hands.
It's really over the top.
Mu Lin smiled and met Ning Chenhao's gaze, and quickly looked away.
When he is in a panic, does he have such a normal reaction?
Ning Chenhao was thoughtful.
"Hmm? There's a good show about to take place on Arena No. 1. Little Master, how about we go and have a look?"
Hua Wanzhao felt the abundant spiritual power in her body. She wanted to compete in the ring even more, but she still had many points left before she could reach the top ten.
"Pei Jitong and Qu Mengyu are facing each other."
Dang Dang Dang! Surprised or not! Unexpected or not!