"It's okay..." Ye Guhong coughed painfully, stood up with Ye Sulan's help, and glared at Wei Zhonglin.
"Tsk, tsk, this little girl's skills are pretty good, much better than this loser just now." Wei Zhonglin stretched out his foot and kicked twice in the air, looking very relaxed.
"You are looking for death with your words!" Ye Sulan's eyes turned cold, her brows were filled with murderous intent and the sword in her hand was trembling, as if she was about to take action at any time.
But Ye Guhong grabbed Ye Sulan's wrist and shook his head gently: "You are injured, so you can't do anything."
Ye Sulan's injury was an extremely serious meridian damage. Although it has been temporarily repaired, it is still very fragile. The most critical point is that Ye Sulan cannot normally operate the spiritual energy in her body at this moment. There is almost no possibility of fighting in this state.
The strength produced may be less than one-tenth of the usual
"Uh...ah..." Accompanied by a painful scream, the man who had just been beaten seemed to move and struggled to stand up.
He put his hands on the ground and tried to lift his body with great difficulty and slowness. However, due to lack of strength, he fell again, and his face hit the ground heavily.
"It seems that the attack was a bit heavy." Wei Zhonglin chuckled, walked up to the man, raised his foot and hooked his lower abdomen, and then casually hooked him
The man screamed in pain again, and his body was turned over
There is a crystal ball hanging on his chest, but the clothes all over his body are in tatters, and the wounds should be sword wounds.
And the moment he was turned over, everyone saw that this man had a very deep sword wound on his lower abdomen that had already exposed his flesh and blood. He was kicked by Wei Zhonglin just now. Although he didn't use any force, the injury of this degree was not enough.
If you touch it lightly, it will bleed.
The moment their faces were opened, everyone's breaths froze and their eyes widened, looking at the person in front of them in disbelief.
The person who was beaten so hard that he couldn't even stand up was Ren Feijie, the top disciple of the Yaoxing Sect.
Yesterday, Ren Feijie was running around to help Ye Guhong. He didn't get a good night's sleep last night. Early this morning, he started working around to help injured disciples of various sects.
Ye Guhong quickly caught up, held Ren Feijie's back, and helped him barely hold himself up. But now Ren Feijie could no longer support his body with his own strength, and almost all the weight required Ye Guhong's support.
"I'm really useless..." Ren Feijie reluctantly opened his eyes, and when he saw it was Ye Guhong, he smiled bitterly, and said in a weak voice, "The Beast Exorcism Conference has begun, and none of the disciples who broke into the house have lost, but I...
"
"Senior Brother Ren, hold on, I'll help you..." Ye Guhong said, suddenly remembering that he couldn't use any spiritual energy, clenching his fists tightly, and his chest was filled with anger.
In normal times, although Ren Feijie's injuries were serious, Ye Guhong could easily treat them. During the one-month death training period of the Yaoxing Sect, people suffered injuries of this level almost every day.
But now, a deep sense of powerlessness lingers in Ye Guhong's chest, but he can't do anything.
Ye Guhong glared at Wei Zhonglin, his voice dull but clearly angry: "You bastard who takes advantage of others' danger! Senior Brother Ren was tired all day long and didn't sleep a wink. He spent a lot of spiritual energy on treating people's injuries and illnesses. In addition, he was originally proficient in
Medical practice, not martial arts training...you bastard, you actually hit me so hard!"
"Tsk tsk, that's it." Wei Zhonglin smiled disdainfully, "No wonder I heard the rumor that the Jueying Sect is the best sect in the world as soon as I got here. Just now I was wondering why my cultivation was so poor.
Anyone in the Jueying Sect can become the best in the world, but I just understood that as long as people from the Jueying Sect lose, they will find a lot of excuses and then deny their failure. Such a sect can indeed be called the best in the world."
"What did you say, you bastard!" Di Xu said angrily, "You are not allowed to insult the reputation of Jueying Sect!"
"Ah ha, is it an insult? I'm so sorry, Your Majesty." Wei Zhonglin pretended to apologize to Di Xu, then suddenly pointed at Ren Feijie's chest and said with a smile, "Is the reputation of the Jueying Sect right? In fact,
It’s not broken yet. Look, this broken ball hasn’t been broken yet. Our battle is still going on, and the winner hasn’t been decided yet.”
Everyone was startled and turned around to look. Sure enough, the crystal ball was still hanging around Ren Feijie's neck.
"Come on, if you want to bring glory to the sect, just get up and fight again. Isn't this a rule set by you? If one side's crystal ball is broken, which side will lose?" Wei Zhonglin said, his face became extremely ferocious again,
He stretched out his right hand hidden in his robe, holding a crystal ball tightly in his palm and said, "Mine has not been broken yet, and his has not been broken either. Should we continue to fight?"
Di Xu frowned and said angrily: "What are you talking about, kid! He no longer has the ability to fight."
"Oh, so you Jueying Sect has given up?" Wei Zhonglin asked with a sinister smile.
Di Xu suddenly finished his sentence and glared at the other party viciously, but he couldn't say a word.
"Yes, I haven't lost yet..." Ren Feijie coughed painfully and spoke reluctantly, "The disciples of the Jueying Sect... must not... be defeated at will..."
Putting his hands on the ground, Ren Feijie's eyes, which were already dull, suddenly became extremely determined.
That's right, this battle is not over yet. No one can interfere in this one-on-one fair duel.
"Senior Brother Ren, don't get up, you..." Ye Guhong wanted to stop him, but couldn't continue.
If the rules set by the Jueying Sect are broken by the disciples of the Jueying Sect, how will they be able to convince the public in the future?
"If the crystal ball is not broken, we must continue to fight. The crystal ball is not broken... I haven't lost yet... This is the... dignity of being a Jueying sect..." Ren Feijie no longer had the strength to speak in order to stand up.
The blood flowed out of the wound due to the forced movement of the body, and the almost numb pain deepened again, causing Ren Feijie's already dilapidated body to suffer new injuries.
But he stood up
Even with such serious injuries, he still used the last bit of strength in his body to stand up
At this moment, he can no longer talk about spiritual breath or lack of spiritual breath. What supports everything is only the most primitive strength of the already dilapidated body.
The will that drives this body is the dignity of Jueying Sect - the name of the strongest sect, which cannot be tarnished
Click... snap!
After the crystal ball swayed between Ren Feijie's neck for a few times, it suddenly shattered and fell into pieces scattered on the ground.
The force of the collision that knocked him to the ground just now has actually shattered the crystal ball, but the shape has not been completely shattered yet.
However, Ren Feijie's action of getting up made the crystal ball unable to hold on any longer.
"I still lost...ah..." The last trace of consciousness supporting his body disappeared, and Ren Feijie's body fell to the ground again.
Ye Guhong easily caught the unconscious Ren Feijie and looked directly at Wei Zhonglin.
The dignity that has been deprived must be regained!