YM778.TV Chapter 842
In the room, a young man was quietly lying on a wooden bed. His eyes were closed and he was motionless. His handsome face was as pale as paper. His white robe was stained with blood.
The white clothed man was Yu Mingjing.
On his body, a palm slowly brushed past. His fingers were long and slender, and there were traces of a gentle blue aura lingering between his fingers. The owner of this palm was a middle-aged man about forty years of age. His eyes slightly narrowed, his face congealed, and his expression focused as he carefully probed Yu Mingjing\'s body.
"There is no danger to your life, but the Spiritual Meridian is severely injured, your internal organs are severely injured, and the True Spirit has many cracks … The True Spirit was injured, which was especially serious. For these nine pellets, there is only one pellet every ten days. It would be best to rest quietly for the first three months. If I want to completely recover, I will probably need more than half a year. " Not too long after, the middle-aged man slowly opened his mouth and took out a small white jade bottle, passing it out.
"Thank you, Brother Lu."
A fair and delicate hand took the bottle, and a melodious voice rang in the room.
She wore a light pink dress, and her jet-black hair was tied carelessly behind her head. Her face was extremely beautiful, and her skin was as fair and tender as congealed fat.
"It\'s nothing, don\'t mention it. Junior sister Yu, I\'ll take my leave first. If you need anything, come find me at any time. " The middle-aged man waved his hand and smiled.
"Ok, take care, Brother Lu."
After sending the middle-aged man out of the courtyard, the pink-dressed woman had already returned. However, the moment she entered the room, her pretty face had already darkened and a baleful aura was faintly discernable between her brows. "Who did this?" His tone was eerily cold, as if a wisp of cold wind from the depths of hell had blown out, causing one\'s hair to stand on end.
"Senior Qingge, I went to the Sword-fighting Villa to investigate."
At the end of the bed, a beautiful young lady wearing a yellow dress said softly, "Junior brother Mingjing had a conflict with a cultivator who just came to Yan Yang City, and in the end, he was heavily injured on the stage. That person\'s cultivation was slightly lower than Junior Brother Mingjing\'s, so he should have just broken through the Rank Six True Spirit not long ago. Nine lances! "
As she finished speaking, the yellow-clothed woman\'s eyes were filled with surprise.
"Nine shots... "To be able to injure my little brother to such an extent with nine shots, his methods are indeed not bad." The woman in the pink dress frowned and said coldly, "Junior Sister Qi Lian, what\'s his name?"
"Tang Huan!" Qi Lian spat out these two words.
"Tang Huan?"
The pink-dressed lady gave a cold snort, and the killing intent in her eyes became thicker, "How could my little brother be injured by something that he wants to!?" Junior Sister Qi Lian, my "Yin Tribulation" is approaching, I need to train in seclusion, I\'ll leave my brother in your care for a while, then regarding Tang Huan … I\'ll leave it for you to handle. "
"Senior Qingge, do you want to …" Killing intent flashed across Qi Lian\'s eyes.
"That would be too easy for him. "Make proper arrangements and cripple him!"
"Understood!"
"..."
… ….
Two days passed in the blink of an eye.
In the center region of Sword-fighting Villa, below Pang Shuo\'s Jade Disc, there was a huge crowd moving. Regardless of the time period, as long as the Sword-fighting Villa was still open, this place would always be the most lively.
"Yu Mo\'s name is gone! He must have accumulated 5000 points and become the Silver Sword Sect\'s disciple! "Tsk tsk, I\'m so jealous."
"The one ranked first has changed to come from the east. It\'s already 4980 points. I estimate that by this afternoon, his name will also disappear from the list."
"Yesterday, the last place was five hundred and fifty points. Today, the last place person called Tang Huan was five hundred and forty points, which is another ten points less than yesterday. It seems that there are a lot of people on the leaderboard that have become official disciples."
"Tang Huan... I seem to have heard of this name somewhere. "
"..."
The Sword-fighting Scoreboard was changing almost every single moment.
Every day, there would be cultivators whose names would disappear from the Jade Disc and new names would be added to the list. Watching the changes on the ranking board had become a pleasure for many cultivators.
"Tang Huan? I remember! "
It was a tall and sturdy man dressed in coarse hemp clothes. As he spoke, he fiercely clapped his hands, and his copper bell-like eyes widened until they were round. He shouted in disbelief, "He came to Sword-fighting Villa a day ago, and then defeated Yu Mingjing of the Peak Rank Six True Spirit. That seems to be his first battle here. It has only been two days and he has already obtained 540 points? "
"Two days five hundred and forty points, one day two hundred and seventy points? This … How is that possible? "
"Are you sure that he has only been in the Sword-fighting Villa for two days and not two months?"
"The accumulated points per day is two to three hundred. This can only be achieved after twenty to thirty consecutive victories... Don\'t scare me! "
"..."
It was like a stone that caused a thousand ripples!
The linen robed man\'s words immediately caused a commotion among the crowd. To rush into the Sword-fighting Scoreboard in just a short two days, that was truly scary.
For the past few years that the Sword-fighting Villa had appeared, such a situation seemed to have never occurred.
Before this, the one with the fastest speed had also spent ten days to rush to the Sword-fighting Scoreboard, but this Tang Huan only used two days.
For an ordinary cultivator, not to mention twenty or thirty matches, even five matches a day would be difficult to withstand. After all, the opponents in every battle were all cultivators of the same cultivation level. Regardless of whether they won the battle or lost, the consumption rate of the Genuine Qi was extremely high, and it was impossible to sustain the battle.
Under these circumstances, accumulating 500 points in two days was an especially inconceivable thing.
"Five hundred and fifty points!"
Just as everyone was in shock, another cry of surprise sounded out. It was the linen robed man who had his eyes fixed straight at the lower right corner of the Jade Disc. Everyone looked over. Tang Huan\'s rank had gone from six hundred to five hundred and ninety-five, and the score behind the name had changed to five hundred and fifty!
This meant that just now, Tang Huan had obtained another victory!
Could it be that that fellow\'s score would rise crazily like yesterday and the day before yesterday? Everyone was extremely surprised as such a thought flashed through their minds out of reflex.
Very quickly, they discovered that their guesses seemed to have turned into reality.
After half a quarter of an hour, Tang Huan\'s score became five hundred and sixty!
After another quarter of an hour, 570!
580, 590 … … Six hundred and twenty … … Six hundred and forty … …
Almost every quarter of an hour, the score on the back of the name would change, and the rank of Sword-fighting Scoreboard would rise again and again.
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