After Becoming the Stand-in for the White Moonlight: 157|On the second session of the Dharma Conference (2)
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Qiao Wan was shocked, are you going back to Kunshan?
After Li Fan finished speaking, he handed the Wen Sixingzhu in his hand to Qiao Wan and let her make her own decision.
In the middle of the night, looking at the black and gold sword hanging in the room, Qiao Wan felt a slight pain in her balls.
I didn’t expect that after going round and round, I would eventually have to return to Kunshan.
It’s okay to go back to Kunshan. The problem is how to get the red fire golden tire from Zhou Yan.
Li Pan: "I heard that Master Yuqing divided the red fire golden body into two parts, and one part was used to make a sword for his disciple Mu Xiaoxiao."
Qiao Wan: "What about the other one?"
"The other copy is still in hand, and I haven't heard of it being used for other purposes yet."
Qiao Wan held her sword and said nothing.
Seeing the entanglement in her heart, Li Fan said: "It's up to you to decide whether to go back or not."
"You haven't forgotten Zhou Yan in your heart, have you?" Li Pian said calmly: "I advise you that if you haven't forgotten Zhou Yan, you might as well go back to Kunshan to settle matters early, so as not to give birth to inner demons and affect your future progress. ”
Qiao Wan solemnly hugged the sword a little tighter: "Thank you, senior, for your teaching. I understand."
There is still some time before the Dharma Conference ends, and she still has time to think about it. Before that, it is better to care about the next competition.
Early the next morning, Qiao Wan came to the Huazuo Peak Arena. This match was a competition between Yu Xingzhi and Zhirong. Wang Ruyi was also there to watch with her.
As soon as the young man came on stage, his eyes fell on this mutilated and disfigured young man, and everyone in the audience was shocked.
Is this Yu Xingzhi? That Yu Xingzhi from Shandao Academy? What about Yu Xingzhi, who looked feminine and handsome before?
Receiving looks of shock, disbelief, complexity, sympathy, etc. from everyone, Yu Xingzhi's eyes were slightly cold, he gritted his teeth without saying a word, and his face turned blue and white.
Intermittent discussions can be heard.
Obviously he was ready to face these looks and comments from now on, but when he really stood under the eyes of everyone, Yu Xingzhi reluctantly discovered that it was not at all That's what happened.
He can't do it.
Every sight and every comment in the audience was like a sharp knife, cutting him open bloodyly and hanging him on the stage for display, showing his disability. What is more hateful than contempt is sympathy.
Yu Xingzhi couldn't help but glance in the direction of Ma Huaizhen.
In every competition, as referees, Ma Huaizhen and members of the Xiao family will be present. The man sits lazily in his wheelchair, looking down at the arenas below, his eyes are deep, as if the mountain is collapsing in front of him. With his calm and unchanging demeanor, he could only be regarded as "half a human", but when he was chatting with the elders of various sects around him, his aura actually overpowered the one on the opposite side.
After losing his arms and legs, and even half of his face, how did this man come out, and how did he climb up to his current position as the leader of Kunshan's world-famous society?
Looking towards the audience seat below the ring, Qiao Wan and Wang Ruyi were sitting side by side.
There is also Lu Cixian.
Yu Xingzhi pursed his lips, and his eyes briefly met with the boy's for two seconds.
How did Lu Cixian do it? How can we fight every battle regardless of the consequences and risk our lives?
After calming down, Yu Xingzhi turned his attention to the stage again.
Since Ma Huaizhen can do it and Lu Cixian can do it, then he, Yu Xingzhi, can definitely do it too. Even if he is missing an arm or a broken leg, he is still the genius of the Yu family.
Different from Yu Xingzhi, Zhi Rong was born tall and strong. He was good at using a five-foot Zen staff and had muscles all over his body.
"Fellow Daoist Yu." Each took half a step back, Zhirong gestured with his head slightly, turned the Zen staff in his hand, and with a "hurrah" sound, he aimed it straight at the young man's remaining half eye.
"Young monk is polite!"
The battle begins instantly!
Qiao Wan watched intently.
To be honest, she didn't think Yu Xingzhi could win. These few days were not enough for Yu Xingzhi to adapt to the dilemma of missing arms and legs.
Yu Xingzhi really couldn't adapt. As soon as they had a fight, he was kicked out and fell to the audience with a clang. The crowd immediately erupted in a cry of surprise.
Lu Dechang, who was also in the audience, changed his expression slightly.
He had warned Yu Xingzhi a long time ago and told him to stay away! But this kid didn’t listen and insisted on going! Yu Xingzhi was also brought up by him. Apart from Ye Xiyuan, Yu Xingzhi was the one who suited his liking the most. Although the relationship between the two of them was not that of father and son, but better than that of father and son, he was knocked down by Zhirong as soon as he came on the stage. I am definitely not willing to give in. How should I go in the future?
Before he lost his arms and legs, Yu Xingzhi could handle Zhi Rong with ease. But now, in the ring, this is not a torture at all, this is simply Zhi Rong unilaterally crushing Yu. Do it!
With almost half of his body missing, standing on the stage, the young man could not even maintain a basic balance. He was knocked off the stage by the Zen staff again and again. Within a moment, his body was red and his white clothes were stained with blood. His face was red, and his empty trousers and sleeves rustled with the mountain wind.
I got up again and again, only to be knocked down again and again. The once proud son of Shandao Academy was now pinned to the ground and beaten until he could barely stand up straight by the most unworthy monk from Brahma Heart Temple.
The path Zhirong takes is basically the same as Qiao Wan's, they are both violent melee output flows.
The competition in the ring all depends on skill. Yu Xingzhi refuses to admit defeat. The monk has no intention of letting go. He pursues the victory. His broad iron palm is like a chicken, and he grabs Yu Xingzhi’s clothes with his left hand. Leader, he rounded his right hand and punched wildly!
A series of fists hit Yu Xingzhi's face, causing blood to cover his face, and the remaining half of his handsome face was immediately changed beyond recognition.
However, Zhirong obviously gave his young man a sigh of relief: "Fellow Daoist Yu, give up, you can't beat the poor monk."
Yu Xingzhi spat out a mouthful of blood foam, and actually smiled with his teeth. In this smile, the tooth surface was blood red, and his words were a little reckless: "Fart!"
Using all his strength, he pushed forward hard and took the opportunity to do a backflip out of Zhirong's palm. Yu Xingzhi stood up unsteadily: "If you don't try, how will you know that I can't beat you."
"Who do you think you are?" the young man sneered, "How dare you show off your power to me here?!"
If I had said this before...
But now that I say it, this is purely seeking death! !
The monk had a bad temper, so Zhirong looked a little unhappy at the moment.
Originally, it would be a bit ugly for him to beat a disabled person with all his hands and feet, but he didn't expect that Yu Xingzhi would be so ignorant. Immediately, he waved the Zen staff in his hand more fiercely, picked up the Zen staff, and swept it towards the young man's lower body!
The young man who was still quarrelsome was knocked away by another Zen staff.
There were screams of surprise all around!
The Zen staff fell to the ground with real strength. Yu Xingzhi vomited a mouthful of blood, spat, and wanted to crawl back, but when he held the edge of the ring with his hands, he found that his arms were shaking.
Yu Xingzhi trembled all over, took a breath, his eyes were blood red, and climbed onto the ring with all his strength.
He was unwilling to give in.
He wants to crawl back, how could he lose to a guy like Zhirong whose head is full of muscles.
He...he is the senior brother of Shandao Academy.
Under the attention of everyone, the young man held on to one arm and dragged his broken leg, crawling back to the ring bit by bit.
As soon as he climbed onto the ring, another sound of piercing the air rushed towards him. Under the attack of the Zen staff, Yu Xingzhi was beaten until he vomited blood and had almost no strength to fight back.
"Fellow Daoist Yu." Zhirong said solemnly, "The poor monk has said that you can't beat the poor monk, so why bother trying here."
He was the senior brother of Shandao Academy. Yu Xingzhi's nose was bruised and his face was swollen. The vision of his intact eye was blurred, and his brain was drowsily thinking about how...how could he not defeat Zhirong.
The fear that had been suppressed in the ghost market finally burst out.
Seeing Zhi Rong getting closer and closer with the Zen staff, Yu Xingzhi's teeth trembled, and he almost whined with fear in his heart.
He actually started to be afraid of people like Zhirong. As expected, he still became a useless person. I thought he could be like Ma Huaizhen, invincible with his incomplete body, but he couldn't even defeat Ye Xiyuan, so how could he be compared with Ma Huaizhen.
He became a useless person who would tremble with fear from the coming offensive.
At that time, Yu Xingzhi, the senior brother second only to Ye Xiyuan in Shandao Academy, was lying on the ground, his eyes so red that he was about to shed tears of unwilling blood.
Wang Ruyi clutched her wedding dress uneasily: This...why is Yu Xingzhi so desperate? Isn't he just a fool who stirs up emotions and moves himself?
After thinking for a long time, I still felt uneasy and couldn't help but tug on Qiao Wan's sleeves.
Qiao Wan followed Wang Ruyi's gaze and looked over.
After being knocked down from the ring, Yu Xingzhi was still trying to climb up.
Confronted by this psychosis that stuck to his body like a dog-skin plaster, Zhirong's face darkened, and he shook his Zen staff and aimed it at Yu Xingzhi's remaining arm, intending to make a quick decision.
Before the Zen stick fell, a clear sword light suddenly flew out from the audience seat!
With a loud sound, he firmly held the Zen staff that was about to fall.
Yu Xingzhi struggled to open his swollen eyelids.
Qiao Wanchong Zhirong nodded slightly, retracted his sword, turned around, and squatted down.
This is... Lu Cixian?
"Lu Cixian?" Yu Xingzhi raised his eyes and sneered, "Is that you?"
Qiao Wan said solemnly: "That's enough, you can't beat Zhirong."
"Why do you say enough is enough?!"
"Why do you say that I have no power to fight back? How could I not defeat Zhirong..."
Before he finished speaking, the young man suddenly stretched out his hand.
Pop!
Open the bow left and right!
This slap not only stunned Yu Xingzhi, but also stunned the entire audience.
Yu Xingzhi covered his face, his eyes widened in disbelief, and there was still a drop of blood hanging on the corner of his mouth. His eyes seemed to say, How dare you hit me? ! !
After a short silence.
The young man's face was distorted, and his eyes were about to burst: "Lu Cixian! You must be sick! You are looking for death! Are you still a human being if you attack a cripple?!"
"Are you awake?"
Qiao Wan squatted in front of Yu Xingzhi, raising her hands with calm eyes.
"If you don't wake up, I still have it here."