After registering, Chu Wanjun walked leisurely to Shen Nanzhou and looked at the backs of Qingyu and his group as they left.
"She is really lucky." Chu Wanjun's cold eyes were projected on Lin Wanqing through the black gauze.
Suddenly, a wave of murderous intent came over, making Lin Wanqing's body shiver with chills, his heartbeat speeding up, and he could hardly breathe.
She couldn't move, and even Wei Chengan, who was pushing the wheelchair closest to her, didn't notice anything strange.
Almost when Lin Wanqing thought he was going to suffocate to death, the murderous intention suddenly disappeared.
Chu Wanjun withdrew her gaze and watched the group of people completely disappear in front of her, with a smile on her lips.
"Compared to death, life is the most terrifying thing." Shen Nanzhou said this quietly.
Chu Wanjun's actions did not hide the actions of her junior brothers, and everyone except Yun Yanchu felt it clearly.
"Can Siyou tell what's wrong with her?" Mo Zhifan thought of Lin Wanqing's appearance in a wheelchair just now.
They hadn't seen each other for a while, and even if Qingyu and the others were beaten half-disabled by them, Lin Wanqing wouldn't be so seriously injured.
"I couldn't find a good alchemist to treat me, so I became paralyzed. If Qingyu is willing to spend a lot of money to hire alchemist Changxuan from the Biyun Sect, he might have a chance to stand up before the second round of competition."
Wei Siyou replied thoughtfully, and when the other three heard this, they immediately had an idea in their minds.
So, that night, Master Changxuan of the Nanzhou Biyun Sect was slapped on the head in the house.
When he woke up, he had been abandoned on the edge of Central Continent, and was almost torn apart by the hands of the unruly cultivators on the edge of Central Continent.
During the time when he was taken away, except for the Biyun Sect which was in chaos for a few days, the other sects in Tianqi Sword City were exceptionally calm.
Coming out of the secret realm of the Immortal Mansion, everyone felt the gap between monks and monks, and between sects.
The transition time from the first round to the second round is on the 15th.
Tianqi has prepared a generous prize for each sect that wins the first round. As for how to distribute it, it depends on their sect's own decision.
When the painting style shifts to the courtyard where Qian Ming is, things are a little different.
When the prizes were delivered, the three senior brothers Hua Rong and Qian Ming did not even look at them.
They all turned their attention to Yun Yanchu, who was playing with the little mute on one side.
The master and the disciples looked at each other and gave the ownership of these prizes to Yun Yanchu without any communication.
As for Chu Wanjun, she disappeared as early as that day when she returned from Jiuyao Mountain, and it has been quite some time now.
There is no need to ask her opinion, anyway, Chu Wanjun will definitely agree with this decision with both hands.
Yun Yanchu was teasing the little mute when he was suddenly stuffed with a bunch of prizes.
Looking at the pile of prizes in front of him that he could not use, Yun Yanchu silently put them into his storage ring.
Seeing the little mute staring at him curiously, Yun Yanchu took out a piece of animal core from the storage ring and put it in the little mute's hand.
"How about I teach you how to introduce Qi into your body?" Yun Yanchu asked.
The little mute was stunned. He couldn't practice cultivation. This was something he knew since he was at Hefeng Temple.
Yun Yanchu and his party also knew why Yun Yanchu acted this way...
Yun Yanchu saw the confusion in the little mute's eyes, and said with a smile: "You practice first, and when we get to Qianming, I will have a gift for you."
The little mute didn't understand the necessary connection between the gift and the introduction of Qi into the body, so he reached out and wrote on Yun Yanchu's hand: "What gift?"
"You'll know when you go to Qianming." Yun Yanchu replied with a smile.
What she wanted to give to the little mute was the Yueyuan crystal stone and Yueyuan's skills.
She has already learned the Moon Source Technique, and the so-called Moon Source Crystal is not of much use to her.
She had already had this plan from the moment she got this thing.
It’s just that it can’t be given to a little mute now. There are many people with mixed opinions. No matter how safe Apocalypse Sword City is, we can’t take any chances.
The little mute nodded obediently, because Yun Yanchu's words made him look forward to the future.
What surprised Yun Yanchu was that although the little mute was born without spiritual roots and could not practice normally, he was able to master the practice at a glance.
After practicing Qi into the body for more than ten consecutive days, the little mute can feel that his foundation has become much stronger.
Yun Yanchu also taught some moves based on all his knowledge.
Hua Rong originally thought that Yun Yanchu's teaching to the little mute could only be regarded as a whim at best.
But when he saw Yun Yanchu gradually leading the little mute to embark on the path of spiritual practice for more than ten days, he was convinced that Yun Yanchu was serious.
He was sitting in the courtyard, with Shen Nanzhou and Mo Zhifan sitting next to him.
The three people's eyes fell on Yun Yanchu in the courtyard.
Today, Yun Yanchu wore a white outfit and danced the Death Flame Sword in his hand very neatly.
Recruitment is clean and without any sloppiness.
The little mute has a good understanding and has learned 70% of this sword move under Yun Yanchu's guidance.
This kind of understanding is already very impressive.
Seeing the two of them sweating profusely after practicing a set of sword moves, Hua Rong waved to them.
When Yun Yanchu saw Hua Rong waving, he immediately put away his sword and walked towards Hua Rong with the little mute.
Wei Siyou, who had been called by Hua Rong to bring sugar water, also returned to the courtyard at this time.
As soon as Yun and Yanchu sat down, Mo Zhifan thoughtfully handed him a handkerchief to wipe away the sweat.
Wei Siyou stepped forward and placed the sugar water in front of the two of them.
Yun Yan first smelled the sweet aroma of sugar water and raised his hand to gather a layer of frost on the bottom of the bowl.
But for a moment, the sugar water that was still warm cooled down, and it tasted different.
Seeing Yun Yanchu drinking with gusto, the little mute cast a curious look, wanting to try it.
"Want to give it a try?" Yun Yanchu asked, slightly raising his eyebrows.
The little mute nodded and handed the sugar water to Yun Yanchu.
As soon as Yun Yanchu moved his fingers, the little mute felt a cold air drifting from his fingertips, and then the sugar water in his hand also turned cold.
The two of them drank a bowl of sugar water each, and immediately the heat from practicing moves disappeared completely.
Yun Yanchu stretched his body and then realized that Hua Rong's eyes had fallen on the little mute at some point.
Hua Rongben stared at the little mute's obedient appearance thoughtfully. When Yun Yanchu called him, his thoughts drifted away in the wind.
He looked sideways at Yun Yanchu and saw some confusion in her eyes, and he understood.
He stretched out his right hand, a flash of spiritual light flashed, and an exquisitely crafted long sword appeared in his hand.
"Master, this is..." Shen Nanzhou looked at the sword in Hua Rong's hand and was quite surprised.
"He is not bad in talent, but as a monk it is not advisable not to have his own weapons. Since Yan Chu teaches sincerely, I will give him a sword as a teacher."
The corners of Hua Rong's lips were slightly curved, and she looked like a considerate and gentle teacher.
The long sword was handed to the little mute, who caught it blankly, holding the sword and looking at Yun Yanchu with blank eyes. This chapter has been completed!