This time, Yan Kaiting was still panting and looking at Cheng Junmo, who was bleeding from the corners of his mouth, pale face, and blue veins on his neck were experiencing, which made him hurt his inner self at first glance.

Holding the long sword horizontally, Cheng Junmo stretched out his right hand and a small jade bottle appeared. Holding the jade bottle, Cheng Junmo smiled sinisterly at Yan Kaiting.

Then, Cheng Junmo poured the golden liquid flowing from the jade bottle onto the sword body. In an instant, a halo flowed on the long sword, and the magic power fluctuated. The originally silver-white sword body now showed mottled golden patterns, and it emitted bursts of light.

Holding the new sword, Cheng Junmo looked at Yan Kaiting, smiled sinisterly, and said, "If you don't have that hammer, will you still be my opponent? My sword has been held on to Jinxuan Liquid, and it is already a higher level. If you do it again, we will decide the winner or lose!"

Yan Kaiting sneered a few times and said, "I have a soul contract with Tai Chuhui. If you want to blame it, you will blame you for not having that life!"

As soon as the words fell, the two rushed together again, and the sound of metal intersecting was deafening. Sure enough, the long sword that blessed some Jinxuan liquid was much easier to use than before, and its power increased a lot. Although there was still a certain gap with the magic weapon, it still brought Cheng Junmo to a higher level.

Faced with Cheng Junmo's moves pointing at his own key points, Yan Kaiting was too lazy to spend too much effort to avoid it, so he simply did not do anything. Since the other party beat him to death, he didn't need to be polite and beat him to death.

After taking it to a certain level, Cheng Junmo did not feel relaxed, because it was obvious that Yan's tactics of court had also changed. They seemed extremely fierce than before. They ignored his killer moves. Even though they were injured, they seemed to be unable to feel the pain and attacked him desperately.

After being hit by Taichu's hammer for a few times, Cheng Junmo's clothes were burned, and his ribs were broken one or two alive. The injuries he brought to Yan Kaiting only hurt his flesh and no bones were touched.

Seeing that both of them adopted this style of fighting, the disciples and elders present frowned. They all knew Cheng Junmo's ruthlessness, but although Yan took a ruthless and unreasonable approach in court, he rarely deliberately used to hurt the other party as his own goal.

But at this time, facing Cheng Junmo, Yan Kaiting seemed even more ruthless, as if he didn't care about the wounds that Cheng Junmo's long sword opened on him, as if he couldn't feel the pain. The Taichu hammer in his hand was like a meteor that swept rapidly. Every time he hit Cheng Junmo, Yan Kaiting tried his best.

The reason why Yan Kaiting chose Cheng Junmo was very simple. One reason was that Cheng Junmo had challenged him, so he naturally could not fear the enemy. On the other hand, Fu Mingxuan was not interested in teaching a lesson like Cheng Junmo, which does not mean that Yan Kaiting was not interested in the trial.

If possible, Yan Kaiting not only had to defeat Cheng Junmo, but also had to let him taste the taste of being intentionally hurt by others!

Yan Kaiting was ruthless, and even Cheng Junmo couldn't stand it. He had always treated others like this before. When was it time for Yan Kaiting, the unknown boy, to treat him like this?!

But even though Cheng Junmo thought about this, under the suppression of Tai Chuchu, there was nothing he could do. Yan Kaiting was like a god of killing at this time. His cultivation was obviously lower than his own, and he suppressed himself into a state where he could only protect himself tightly.

Yan Kaiting looked at his appearance and snorted coldly, saying that he would not take other people's lives as much as Fu Mingxuan! Although he was not able to bounce back the sword light that Cheng Junmo was shot back, every blow he made was real!

The two of them were fighting in such a state that the elders and disciples were frightened. Venerable Wuyou frowned and pondered for a moment before raising his hand to intervene in the battle between them, but was stopped by Venerable Luoshui beside him.

"Senior brother, no, Junmo should learn some lesson." Venerable Luoshui looked at his senior brother firmly and said, "In order to save us senior brothers, the eighth junior brother died young, leaving behind such an only son. I have always been with me for teaching for a long time over the years, but I still can't polish off his extreme nature. In the final analysis, it is because we have protected him so well."

Venerable Wuyou looked at Venerable Luoshui without saying anything, but just sighed.

Master Luoshui said: "This will only harm him. It should be good to let him learn a lesson. As long as he keeps this life, it will be fine if he keeps his family for the rest of his life."

The Master Wuyou looked sad. Looking at the two fighting on the field, Luo Shui was still thinking about Cheng Junmo in the final analysis, but the Master Wuyou was not just Cheng Junmo who was worried about.

Yan Kaiting on the court was covered in blood, and he looked much worse than Cheng Junmo. However, with some eyesight, he could see that Yan Kaiting had the upper hand at this time. All he suffered were flesh and flesh injuries, while Cheng Junmo was all internal injuries without exception.

Even so, Master Wuyou was still worried that Yan would come to court.

During this period, he had been paying special attention to this disciple. He risked his life and death to save Xie Wuxiang and brought back important news that he could subdue the demon god. Meng Erya, who followed him into Xiaoyoumen, was the most critical step to kill the demon god. No matter how you look at it, Xiaoyoumen could escape the last disaster of the demon god, Yan Kaiting made an indelible contribution.

In addition, although this disciple has a good relationship with Fu Shuoxu, he can keep a distance so that people can avoid gossiping and never use Fu Hanzhou's identity to make a profit. Although he is usually arrogant and unreasonable in the fight, he is always within a range and has no intention of hurting others.

In the heart of Master Wuyou, he was actually very optimistic about this disciple. Tai Chuhui and him were both soul-combined, and there was a reason.

Today, Yan Kaiting was obviously angry with Cheng Junmo, so he used a killing move that was even more ruthless than Cheng Junmo. This time, Cheng Junmo was afraid that he would suffer this loss!

Sure enough, Yan Kaiting had already gained a significant advantage in the next few moves. Cheng Junmo's mouth was bleeding at this time, and even the blocking movement slowed down. In fact, several bones had broken inside him, and it was not easy to continue fighting.

Finally, with a angrily shout from Yan Kaiting, a lotus flower fell, and the heavy green light as heavy as a mountain pushed him to the ground and could never get up again.

The sound of the gong sounded and the competition ended. Yan Kaiting looked coldly at Cheng Junmo, who was lying on the ground and trying to stand up but couldn't move at all. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, turned around and looked at the elders above, and saluted the elders tremblingly. When he heard Fu Mingxuan recite his name as a victory, Yan Kaiting showed Fu Mingxuan a tired and dismal smile.

At this time, his clothes were torn and his whole body seemed to have just dyed from the red dyeing vat. His whole body was soaked in blood. Several wounds were already visible to the white bones. His eyes became ethereal. After slowly walking down the competition venue, he fell into the crowd.

"Brother Ting!!" Fu Mingxuan felt nervous. Regardless of his identity, he hurriedly flew towards Yan Kaiting and held him in his arms.

"Brother Ting!!" Fu Mingxuan gently shook Yan Kaiting in his arms. Yan Kaiting felt that his eyelids were as heavy as a thousand pounds. He raised his eyelids with difficulty and smiled at Fu Mingxuan.

"I didn't disappoint you, did I?"

Fu Mingxuan's nose felt sore and he said repeatedly: "No, no, stop talking, I'll take you back to heal your wounds!"

Yan Kaiting smiled and fainted. Fu Mingxuan turned around and looked at Venerable Wuyou. Venerable Wuyou sighed and nodded at him. Fu Mingxuan stood up and left.

Looking at Fu Mingxuan's figure of leaving with Yan Kaiting in his arms, Xie Wuxiang's eyes revealed an undetectable anxiety and heartache. God knows how much she wants to keep up, but she just nailed her feet to the ground like a nail, asking her to only watch from afar, but she dared not get close.

Cheng Junmo, who was lying on the ground on the field, was also supported by two disciples. The tragic level of this competition made the venue full of blood, which made people feel cold on their backs.

Master Wuyou sighed, stood up, and said, "As everyone sees, ten core disciples have been selected, and the ceremony of receiving the pens will be held tomorrow morning. The competition will be over until now, everyone will be dispersed."

Everyone stood firm, bowed to the elders, and slowly retreated. The disciple assessment meeting of Xiaoyoumen this time ended.

In Xiao's courtyard, Yin Ze brought out a pot of water stained with blood from Yan's wing room, which made Meng Erya and Yidong tightly clamped their hearts.

Yin Ze comforted the two of them and said, "It's okay, Fu Shuo has been taking good care of him. He is injured in the skin and skin. Just take a rest for a while."

Even though he said that, Meng Erya was inevitably anxious, and her heart seemed to be full of bugs, and she didn't know what to do.

My current physical condition is already breathless after taking a few steps. I don’t have to think about taking care of Yan’s court.

In the middle of the night, Fu Mingxuan walked out of Yan's wing room, looked at the three people waiting outside the door, and said, "It's okay, I've woken up once, but there is a ceremony to receive the pampering tomorrow, so I asked him to rest first."

The three nodded, Meng Erya frowned and said, "Young Master has suffered such serious injuries. How can you participate in the ceremony of receiving the praising tomorrow?"

Fu Mingxuan said, "It's okay, I'm here during the process, I will be a good student to take care of him, you don't need to worry."

After saying this, Meng Erya felt relieved.

After Fu Mingxuan left, Meng Erya and Yidong returned to their wing room, leaving Yin Ze waiting outside Yan's wing room to prevent Yan from having any need for the court or some sudden changes.

Yin Ze sat on the steps at the door. He had been watching the battle intently throughout the day. He had spent some energy. As he guarded, his eyes became blurred and he was about to fall asleep in a daze. But it seemed that he could see a white look in front of his eyes, like moonlight, and with the fragrance of lotus flowers.

Yin Ze suddenly woke up and stood up. As soon as he was about to ask a question, he heard Xie Wuxiang in front of him making a gesture of silence at him.

"Shh" Xie Wuxiang's careful appearance at this time was completely different from her usual attitude of keeping others away, like a girl who was afraid of being discovered by others with concern.

"Fairy Wuxiang" Yin Ze was also surprised. He didn't expect that Fairy Wuxiang would come to Xiaotingyuan.

Fairy Wuxiang nodded and said softly: "I just want to come and see how he is. After all, he has saved me."

Yin Ze nodded and stood next to him to make way for Fairy Wuxiang.

Xie Wuxiang whispered thanks to him, then walked towards Yan Kaiting's wing room, gently pushed open the door, and Xie Wuxiang flashed into the wing room.

"No thoughts or no thoughts"

As soon as Xie Wuxiang entered the wing room, he heard Yan Kaiting call his name again. He was shocked and thought to himself, how could he know that he was the one who came in? He had already hidden all his breath, and even Fu Hanzhou could not know that he had been to Xiaotingyuan.

"Are you getting better?" Xie Wuxiang's voice trembled a little.

But the other party had no response. Xie Wuxiang walked closer and saw that Yan Kaiting was still in a deep sleep and did not notice his arrival.

Was he just talking in his dream? Did he appear in his dream again?

For some reason, a sense of inexplicable joy arose in Xie Wuxiang's heart, even she herself couldn't explain the reason.

Standing beside the bed, Xie Wuxiang looked at Yan Kaiting's court carefully. At this time, his brows were slightly frowning, as if he had encountered something unhappy in his dream. He was wrapped in layers of gauze, and some blood had penetrated to the surface. Yan Kaiting's court, lying on the bed, was very weak, like a child who needed protection.

Looking at Yan Kaiting, a warm pity suddenly rose in Xie Wuxiang's heart. She couldn't help but stretch out her hand and gently stroked Yan Kaiting's frown together. A warmth came from her fingertips.

Unexpectedly, Yan Kaiting slowly opened his eyes.

Xie Wuxiang was shocked, and the movements in his hands froze instantly.

Yan Kaiting looked at him with a pair of melancholy eyes half open, as if very aggrieved, and was silent for a moment, and said stutteringly: "Do you hate me so much?"

Xie Wuxiang couldn't tell whether Yan Kaiting was awake or still sleeping. He was slightly stunned and said softly: "I have always hated you."

Yan Kaiting didn't respond much, closed his eyes a little, and said, "Do you like me?"

Xie Wuxiang was silent for a while, nodded, and said the two words he couldn't believe: "Like"

Yan Kaiting closed his eyes, Xie Wuxiang stared at him in a daze, with his hand back and placed it on his lips.

"like"

Why did I answer like this? Did I really fall in love with Yan’s court?

She lowered her head and Yan Kaiting's child-like sleeping face made Xie Wuxiang fascinated. She sat beside Yan Kaiting and looked at him like this, not knowing how long it had passed.

When Xie Wuxiang walked out of Yan Kaiting's wing, Yin Ze had already fallen asleep on the pillar of the corridor outside. Xie Wuxiang looked at the sky. A wisp of fish belly appeared in the east, and the bright moon was sinking in the dark night. Xie Wuxiang walked to Yin Ze and patted his shoulder gently.

Yin Ze woke up after yawning and yawning, looked at Xie Wuxiang and said, "Fairy Wuxiang"

Xie Wuxiang took a jade hairpin from his head and handed it to Yin Ze, and asked, "Have you fully understood the secret method in the last time?"

Yin Ze nodded with a foolish smile and said, "It's really a mystery. Thank you Fairy Wuxiang."

Xie Wuxiang smiled and said, "It's okay, it's the same this time. Don't think anyone mentioned that I've been here, including Yan Xiaoran."

Yin Ze blushed and said, "I didn't tell him on purpose last time."

Xie Wuxiang said, "It's okay, you can take this one, thank you for taking care of him all the time."

Yin Ze took the jade hairpin handed over by Xie Wuxiang, looked at the exquisite jade hairpin, and some words were blocked in his throat. Looking at Xie Wuxiang, he lowered his head.

"What's the matter? But it's okay." Xie Wuxiang also noticed Yin Ze's expression.

Yin Ze took a deep breath and said, "Fairy Wuxiang, I have been living with Brother Yan for a while. You can see that he is sincere to you. Also, I can see that you are interested in him. Why can't you let go and accept him?"

Xie Wuxiang thought Yin Ze would say something about his cultivation or stay or leave, but he didn't expect that what he said would be like, which made her silent for a moment and didn't know what to say.

After a moment of silence, looking at the boy who once used his weak power to fight against the demon god in order to save himself, Xie Wuxiang sighed and said, "Yan Xiaoran is a good person, but I am different."

Yin Ze was stunned. Does Xie Wuxiang mean that he is a bad person? Will there be bad people who care about good people?

"But Fairy Wuxiang is also a flawless good person like the bright moon!" Yin Ze said.
To be continued...