"That's it! Master said that there is a Phoenix secret realm in Fengcheng, which requires a pair of boys and girls to open. This Xiao Yingxue may really be able to help me!" Shen Li suddenly realized.
"Master, you don't know how powerful this "Phoenix Body Refining Technique" is! Tang Qingshan was besieged by the four masters of Zhongzhou back then. An ordinary person would have died hundreds of times. He just relied on "Phoenix Refining Technique" to "Physical Treasure Technique" was reborn after a bloody battle, and in the end not only escaped completely, but also severely injured all four of them!" said the Ring Spirit.
"Thank you, Ring Spirit, you always think of me, but I still misunderstood you." Shen Li said sincerely.
"It's okay, Master, it's just for myself. Although you are very good, at least I won't be mistreated if I follow you. I don't want to fall into the hands of people like Tang Qingshan again." The Ring Spirit seemed to recall something unhappy. matter.
"Don't worry, I won't let you down." Shen Li said firmly.
After careful consideration, Shen Li decided to give up in the next game and get third place, because if he won first place, it would be too flamboyant and would attract too much attention.
Shen Li still understands the principle that even if a tree is beautiful in the forest, the wind will destroy it.
In the lottery ceremony for the four-to-two draw, Shen Li was drawn into the first match. His opponent was named Cui Jiao, a young man about the same age as Shen Li.
The vast majority of the audience and referees are more optimistic about Shen Li. After all, Shen Li slapped Group B champion Bai Hao away with one slap, and slapped away the popular Wang Yan Wuqing with the other slap. His strength is obvious.
This Cui Jiao, everyone thinks that he can reach the semi-finals because of his luck. Most of the opponents he encounters are weaklings, so he only narrowly wins. Finally, he meets someone with stronger strength. Without the game, Cui Jiao's strength was even far inferior to that of Bai Hao and Yan Wuqing, who were defeated by Shen Li.
The melon-eaters in the audience were already impatient. They were cracking melon seeds, eating pastries, and discussing the upcoming game:
"Cui Jiao will definitely lose when he encounters Shen Li, a dark horse."
"Shen Li is the favorite to win this competition. Cui Jiao's good luck is finally coming to an end!"
"I really look forward to Shen Li performing his slapping stunt again!"
"Nothing is guaranteed! What if something happens to Shen Li? Don't forget that Cui Jiao is extremely lucky to fight this way!"
"This Cui Jiao advanced from thirty-two to sixteen, and after two rounds, his opponent suddenly encountered a relapse of his old illness and fell to the ground, so he immediately gave in; from sixteen to eight, his opponent happened to receive the news of his father's death and was anxious. I went home to attend the funeral and missed the game; from eight to four, my opponent went crazy because he promoted the golden elixir too hastily and started vomiting blood as soon as he came on the field."
…
A referee on the referee's bench raised the flag and announced loudly: "Please invite the two contestants to come on, the game is about to begin!"
Shen Li and Cui Jiao came on stage at the same time, and they began to salute each other.
Cui Jiao bowed deeply to Shen Li and said, "I hope Brother Shen can be gentler. I'm afraid I won't be able to withstand your slap."
Shen Lize casually fisted his fist, winked at Cui Jiao and said softly: "Don't worry, brother, I'll help you reach the finals."
Cui Jiao's heart skipped a beat: "Ah? Did I hear wrongly?"
The referee raised the flag and said: "Please take your two players' positions. I announce: the game has begun!"
"Brother Shen is offended!"
Cui Jiao came with a sword and thrust his sword at Shen Li. Shen Li looked at Cui Jiao's surprisingly slow thrust, as if it was in slow motion in a movie.
Shen Li easily avoided the sword thrust, but found that almost half of Cui Jiao's body was flawless.
"This guy is too weak!"
Cui Jiao hurriedly turned around and faced Shen Li with another sword-pointing gesture.
"Forget it, I'll let you click on me."
I saw Cui Jiao's sword-pointing style directly hitting Shen Li's left chest. Although the power of Cui Jiao's attack could not break Shen Li's defense, Shen Li still decided to use his acting talent. First he staggered. He took more than ten steps back, then covered his chest and made a very sad expression. With a "bang", Shen Li fell straight down, twitching on the ground and foaming at the mouth.
When Shen Li collapsed, both the referee and the audience were confused:
"What is going on? It's so bloody!"
"Is Shen Li suffering from a relapse of his old illness?"
"Could it be that this Cui Jiao has been pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger?"
“This result is both reasonable and unexpected!”
…
The referee shouted to the disciples doing security work on the field: "What are you still doing? Quick! Save people first. Where are the disciples in the Medical Hall?"
Cui Jiao held the sword and froze on the spot. He had watched several of Shen Li's games. He also had a certain understanding of Shen Li's strength. In his heart, he always thought that Shen Li could control him and not catch the eagle. Like a chicken? How could he be hit so easily? And still look so uncomfortable?
Cui Jiao thought to himself at this time: "Did Shen Li really let me down on purpose? He remembered what he said just now, it should be: help me enter the finals?"
Shen Li was carried onto a stretcher by the disciples of the Medical Hall. When the stretcher passed by Cui Jiao, Shen Li stuck out his tongue at Cui Jiao.
Seeing Shen Li sticking out his tongue at him, Cui Jiao was completely confused. He stood blankly in the middle of the arena, alone and messy in the wind.
The referee raised the flag and said: "Due to an unexpected situation, player Shen Li is unable to continue the match. I declare: Cui Jiao wins this match."
The audience burst into boos.
"Thank you, Brother Shen." Cui Jiao said to himself in the direction of the stretcher.
Shen Li was carried to a branch hall by the disciples of the Medical Hall. A middle-aged man in a white coat was about to check Shen Li's pulse. Shen Li suddenly sat up and took the middle-aged man and several onlookers of the Medical Hall disciples to him. Startled.
"Where is this? Am I not competing? Why are I here?" Shen Li looked around and said in a panic.
"Junior Brother Shen, please listen to me. You were hit in the chest by your opponent, suddenly fainted and convulsed, your body became stiff, and you were foaming at the mouth. We are all disciples of the Medical Hall. Where do you feel uncomfortable now?" said the middle-aged man in white. .
"Uh, I'm not feeling uncomfortable, right? Senior brother, why did I faint suddenly?" Shen Li said innocently and sweetly.
"Your symptoms are very similar to epilepsy. Epilepsy is mostly caused by head injuries." The middle-aged man in white said.
"By the way, senior brother, when you mentioned epilepsy, I suddenly remembered that when I was a child, I got into a fight with someone and was slapped on the head with a brick. I have had this problem ever since. I also had this problem several times without warning. I twitch when I fall to the ground, but this has not happened for several years." Shen Li slapped his forehead and said.
"Yes, it is definitely epilepsy. Even though you haven't had this condition for several years, it doesn't mean it won't happen again. I will prescribe you some medicine to treat epilepsy. You take it on time and keep it until the disease is cured.
." The middle-aged man in white said with certainty.