After only a moment of hesitation, Mu Yun did not chase Long Zhengyang, but opened his arms to protect Xing Zhiying, and said with concern: "What's wrong with Miss Xing, but we just hurt you?"
Xing Zhiying frowned, shook her head and said, "No, it's me... I was too lucky and suffered from internal force backlash."
Xuewu Guhong's sword was so overbearing. Xing Zhiying used her fingers as a sword, but the force of the shock was returned to her own body, and the tendons of her right arm were broken. Fortunately, her skill was still weak and she had some reservations when she made the move, otherwise she would have been seriously injured and vomited blood.
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In desperation, she resorted to forbidden moves to win, but the result was so bleak. Xing Zhiying felt regretful and frustrated, and she looked quite lonely.
Realizing that Xing Zhiying only hooked the beam with her left arm, Mu Yun realized something in his heart. He sighed and said, "That's it, Miss Xing has difficulty moving. Let me send you down."
Xing Zhiying composed herself, glanced at Mu Yun and said, "If you hurry up and chase the champion, you might be able to get the Yunlong Sword. We are not relatives, so how can I dare to accept your favor?"
Mu Yun had misunderstood Xing Zhiying before and even criticized her face to face. No wonder she was so "caught".
Mu Yun heard the ridicule in Xing Zhiying's words, and after a wry smile, he coughed and said: "I've explained everything to you, but I was confused for a while. As for the non-relatives, well... I'm not being playful at the moment.
At that time, even if 'not a relative' is true, how can we say 'not a reason'?"
Xing Zhiying flattened her mouth and said dryly: "Since 'not close' is true, I can go down by myself without worrying about Young Master Mu. Even if I stumble and fall, it has nothing to do with you."
Mu Yun was dumbfounded and wanted to leave, but he couldn't rest assured. He finally shook his head and said calmly: "Okay, then I'll call you my adopted sister and ask you to take care of me in the future.
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Xing Zhiying's lips curled up slightly, and she hummed softly: "That's just right. Since my sworn brother is helping me, I'm disrespectful~"
Mu Yun laughed aloud, then half supported and half hugged Xing Zhiying as he slowly walked down the tower.
Xing Zhiying finally regained a victory, and her mood somewhat calmed down, but when she thought of Long Zhengyang's decisive decision to go, she couldn't help but feel resentful.
This time the success failed, and the matter of marriage was still uncontrollable. It was so helpless.
At the bottom of Qiyun Tower, the beautiful figure stands alone. Duan Fangqiong fell down midway and has no chance to compete for the sword. She can only get down from the tower by herself.
When Duan Fangqiong was lost in thought, he suddenly heard the sound of his clothes breaking in the wind, and saw a familiar figure speeding towards him. It was none other than Zuo Shaorong, his mentor, "White-headed Immortal Fairy".
Duan Fangqiong's heart skipped a beat, and there seemed to be a burning pain in the palm of her left hand. Her delicate body subconsciously tightened, and she whispered in a low voice: "Disciple... Disciple saw the master. It's because he was not good at learning and lost the dignity of our sect.
Before the word "punishment" came out of his mouth, Duan Fangqiong's eyes suddenly blurred as he was hugged by Zuo Shaorong. When he was speechless, he only heard her tremblingly saying: "It'll be alright if it's alright... It'll be alright if it's alright..."
It's me who's old and confused, and I shouldn't have made you do it so hard. I really deserve death."
Hearing Zuo Shaorong's heartfelt words, Duan Fangqiong could no longer hold back, and tears suddenly fell down her face.
Seeing this, Zuo Shaorong became more and more pitiful. While wiping away Duan Fangqiong's tears, he said with red eyes: "That's enough. Let's not fight for those false reputations. As long as you are safe and sound, that's enough."
"Sigh... You are the only bloodline of the Duan family. We, the only orthodox descendant of the Qingcheng sect, must not have any accidents. Otherwise, how will I explain to my master when I get to Jiuquan?"
Duan Fangqiong's expression darkened, and she said quietly: "Master said that I shouldn't take risks easily."
Zuo Shaorong realized that he had made a mistake, and said sarcastically: "I should not have put you in danger, all the responsibility lies with me. By the way, I saw you fall from the tower just now, are you injured?"
Duan Fangqiong shook his head and said: "I was not injured. Thanks to the rescue of Long Shaoxia and Mu Shaoxia, I was able to save the day."
Zuo Shaorong breathed a sigh of relief and said with lingering fear: "God bless us, we are finally safe. Let's prepare a generous gift when we go back. We will go to Zulong Garden tonight to express our gratitude to the Kunlun Sect."
Duan Fangqiong hummed and said, "Disciple, I mean the same thing. Master, please pay more attention to the gifts."
Zuo Shaorong's heart moved, and he murmured to himself: "I heard that the number one scholar is not married yet. If we can take this opportunity to make a match, it would be a good thing. However, the number one scholar is arrogant and may not be willing to get married."
Duan Fangqiong listened to her ears and couldn't stop holding her forehead. She stamped her feet and said angrily: "Master, please stop thinking nonsense. Fortunately, there are no other people here, otherwise wouldn't it make people laugh?"
Just as he finished speaking, he suddenly heard the sharp sound of crackling wind in the sky, and a cold light suddenly penetrated down and penetrated into the base of the Qiyun Tower with a hiss.
Zuo Shaorong and Duan Fangqiong were both surprised. Zuo Shaorong frowned and said suspiciously: "What is it? It seems to be a short spear. Whose weapon is that?"
Duan Fangqiong hesitated for a moment and stepped forward to take a look. Suddenly she saw her round eyes and exclaimed: "Ah! This is the Yunlong Sword!"
Zuo Shaorong was so surprised that he took three steps at a time and stepped forward. When he saw it clearly, he was quite surprised.
The master and apprentice looked at each other and were speechless for a moment. Zuo Shaorong was experienced after all, and he said seriously in a flash of thought: "Qiong'er pull out the Yunlong Sword, don't let others take it first."
Duan Fangqiong was startled when he heard this, and said with a puzzled face: "Master, what do you mean? I have not climbed to the top of the tower. Even if I bring back the Yunlong Sword, it will not be considered a victory."
Zuo Shaorong smiled and said: "Silly girl, even if you don't win, as long as the Yunlong Sword is in your hand, you have the right to decide. Who will give the sword to you at that time? It's all up to you. How can this favor be ignored?
Do?"
Duan Fangqiong groaned, but did not reach out to draw the sword. Instead, he said expectantly: "Master Rong, we don't know the specific situation, so we intervene rashly, for fear of provoking criticism. Even if we do favors, it will be inevitable.
It offended other sects, so I thought it would be better to stay out of it."
Zuo Shaorong didn't expect Duan Fangqiong to say this, and she felt even more relieved. She smiled and said: "Okay, you are participating in the competition, and everything will be decided by you. Master will not interfere, so let's just sit back and watch."
Duan Fangqiong nodded and said yes. When he raised his head and looked around, he saw an ocher shadow rushing towards him quickly. It was Pang Zijian, the man who was exploring the beauty market.
Not only was Duan Fangqiong shocked, Zuo Shaorong was also surprised and said: "How could it be this kid? I just saw him falling last, how could he come from behind?"
Duan Fangqiong thought for a few times, frowning and said: "No, how can this guy have such high Qinggong? Could it be that he saw the Yunlong Sword falling and had the same idea as the master?"
Zuo Shaorong couldn't help but blush, and just as he was muttering to himself, he saw Duan Fangqiong's eyes stern, and snorted softly: "No, this guy has poor character, we can't let him succeed, let me be the bad guy.