Yang Kun reached out and touched Qian Xinxin's hair, then promised earnestly: "I promise that I will never make you sad again, and I will never let you fall into a coma like this again. So wake up, okay?"
Qian Xinxin heard Yang Kun's voice in a daze while she was unconscious, and then slowly opened her eyes.
"You're really noisy."
As soon as Qian Xinxin opened her eyes, she saw Yang Kun's slightly red eyes. She couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, and then Qian Xinxin was hugged by Yang Kun.
Qian Xinxin sensed the fear in Yang Kun's heart, "and couldn't help but reach out and hug Yang Kun, Okay, okay, I'm fine now, don't worry about me, okay?"
Yang Kun nodded slightly, then let go of Qian Xinxin and looked at her and said, "Don't do such dangerous things again in the future, even if you are sure."
"Okay, I'll listen to you." Qian Xinxin smiled gently, then lifted the quilt and was about to get out of bed.
"What are you doing?"
Yang Kun was startled and looked at Qian Xinxin getting out of bed with some confusion.
"You're stupid, of course we're going to watch the competition. If we hurry, we should be able to catch up with Zhao Yishan and the others."
Yang Kun nodded, and he and Qian Xinxin took out their magic weapons and flew to the competition stage.
When Qian Xinxin and Yang Kun arrived, the next show was Zhao Yishan. Zhao Yishan stood on the stage and nodded slightly to Yang Kun and Qian Xinxin who were walking over, then looked at the opposite side intently.
The man fighting against Zhao Yishan was a fat man with a mellow face and he smiled happily at Zhao Yishan.
When Zhao Yishan saw the other person smiling at him, he felt as if he was locked in a cold feeling, even though the other person was smiling with a simple and honest look on his face.
Zhao Yishan and the other party saluted each other, and then started to compete with their weapons.
Zhao Yishan discarded his previous weapons and took out the talisman he had learned in the past month from his bag.
When Zhao Yishan went to get the talisman, he found that the other party was also taking out a talisman from his bag.
It turns out that the other party is also a formation master.
After Zhao Yishan found out, he became extra alert. After all, although the formation master who fought against Qian Xinxin before was defeated, the poisonous talisman she used was still vivid in Zhao Yishan's mind, so he was very wary of her.
After Zhao Yishan took the talisman, he found that the other party did not take the talisman, but took out a thin string and smiled at Zhao Yishan with an honest look.
Zhao Yishan's heart was filled with alarm, and he looked at the red line in the other party's hand with vigilance.
The man didn't care about Zhao Yishan's vigilant eyes. After reciting a few spells while holding the red thread in his hand, the thread in his hand seemed to come alive, floating in the air, and then slowly swam towards Zhao Yishan.
Zhao Yishan had Qian Xinxin's previous painful experience, so how could he let the other party's thin line get close to him? So Zhao Yishan drew a few strokes on the talisman with his hand, and then pointed his finger, and half of the talisman flew towards the wandering red thin line as if it had eyes.
As soon as the bright yellow talisman with cinnabar approached the red threads, it wrapped up the red threads. Even though the threads were struggling violently when they were wrapped up, they were unable to struggle out.
When the man saw this, he still smiled, made hand gestures, and then kept muttering.
Zhao Yishan did not stop, but directed the spell to break the red thin lines. However, Zhao Yishan found that no matter how many times the red thin lines were broken, it could only increase the number of red thin lines helplessly, and there was no way to destroy them.