"If you want to take care of it slowly, it will take at least three months..."
Xue Jing frowned slightly.
Three months is too long for a martial artist of seventeen or eighteen years old, who is making rapid progress.
"It's okay. Three months is just three months. Brother Xue, don't worry. This is the result I had anticipated before the game and I was prepared to bear."
Yin Muhu smiled freely and spoke in a sweet and tender girlish voice that matched her current appearance very well.
Xue Jing thought for a moment and said, "It's not that there is no other way. Sister Yin, stretch out your hand."
Yin Muhu heard this. Although she didn't know what Xue Jing wanted to do, out of trust, she did it without hesitation.
Although he has lost weight, because of his large frame, Yin Muhu's palms, although slender, are almost as big as Xue Jing's.
Xue Jing took out a walnut-sized black dragon cherry seed from his pocket, placed it on his palm, then held Yin Muhu's hand together and squeezed the seed in it.
Jiang Siwei next to him looked at the scene curiously.
Xue Jing's mind moved, and Long Ying's ability to absorb vitality was activated, absorbing his own vitality and then transferring this vitality to Yin Muhu's body.
Feeling the serious injuries in his chest and abdomen suddenly begin to wriggle and recover quickly, and the vitality in his body was slowly nourished and replenished, Yin Muhu was surprised:
"Eh? This is..."
With Lv10 level of health care, Xue Jing's vitality is like that of an African elephant and a pygmy cat compared to the Yin husky.
The powerful, pure and clean vitality quickly filled and even repaired Yin Muhu's body, which was like a torn sack.
"Brother Xue..."
Yin Muhu looked at Xue Jing with great emotion, a gentle expression on her pretty face.
She instinctively felt that these "vital forces" contained traces of Xue Jing.
Brother Xue is transferring his vitality to her through unknown means!
"Stop it, Brother Xue, that's enough."
Yin Muhu said hurriedly.
She felt much better now. At least she had enough energy to take strong medicine. The remaining injuries were not a big concern, so she quickly asked Xue Jing to stop.
She had no idea that this little bit of vitality was just a drop in the bucket compared to Xue Jing's strong foundation, but she was so moved that she almost cried.
Obviously, this injury was caused by her trying her best in the competition...
Brother Xue is so good to her, even better than her own brother...
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Chapter 240: The aura suppresses 200,000 spectators. Has the game started? No, it's over (4K)
Xue Jing let go of the hand that was holding Yin Muhu and took back the dragon cherry seed.
I roughly checked the consumption of the life fire in my body and found that it was less than 1%, and I didn't feel anything at all.
With his recovery speed, it will be fully restored soon.
Jiang Siwei looked at Yin Muhu with surprise, whose complexion suddenly turned rosy.
"What is… going on?"
Xue Jing smiled and said, "Just think of it as a special martial arts technique."
As he spoke, he looked at Yin Muhu and raised his eyebrows:
"Hmm? Yin sister, have you gotten stronger?"
Yin Muhu's injuries had basically recovered thanks to Xue Jing's infusion of vitality, and his whole body seemed to have grown slightly bigger.
The close-fitting martial arts uniform that had originally fit well became a little tight.
Yin Muhu nodded and said happily: "Now that my injuries have healed, I can gradually get my body back in shape!"
Jiang Siwei said with a look of regret: "Oh, what a waste, my vagina looks so beautiful now..."
Yin Muhu clenched his fists: "What's the point of looking good? This is not the entertainment industry. Martial artists should speak with their fists. How can someone as skinny as a bamboo pole have the strength to hit someone?"
Xue Jing smiled and said, "I think a strong Yin Mei is pretty good, there is a kind of beauty of strength."
When Yin Muhu heard Xue Jing's approval, he said happily: "Brother Xue is really knowledgeable!"
Jiang Siwei shook her head: "I don't really understand you martial artists..."
Xue Jing asked casually: "By the way, when is my game today?"
Jiang Siwei flipped through the documents on the table and said:
"You are contestant No. 1, and you will play in the first match, against the winner of the round of 32. Contestant No. 4 will replace Zong Nian... There is still about an hour and a half before the match starts."
Xue Jing nodded and asked, "What do you think of Daizong Nian? Is there anything worth noting?"
Jiang Siwei flipped through a few more pages of documents in her hand, pondered for a moment, and said:
"Given your strength, Xiao Jing, this is not an opponent worth noting. If we have to say there is only one point that should be noted... He is a disciple of the 'Martial Saint' Li Taixian."
Xue Jing raised his eyebrows: "Oh?"
Martial Saint Li Taixian, he had seen this name in the data file of [Proof of Love]. He was the last person to be stuck by [Proof of Love].
When I arrived at the Yuancheng Zhige Base a few days ago and was testing my physical energy level, I heard Ning Yuantai mention this person.
It is said that he was born with all meridians open, and has a physique similar to the innate Taoist body in fantasy novels, and his talent is said to be the ultimate among natural humans.
Three years ago, he had successfully won five consecutive "Martial Saint" battles and obtained the title of "Eternal Martial Saint".
He can be said to be one of the strongest martial artists in the world.
For such a person, his disciples should be of similar level to Zhou Yinglin, the disciple of the Eternal Lord of Arms, right
Yin Muhu next to him said:
"He is said to be a disciple of the Martial Saint, but in fact, he is not very valuable."
She thought for a moment and said tactfully, "The Martial Saint is a powerful martial artist... but he can hardly be called a good teacher. However, he just likes to accept disciples. Nowadays, there are at least 800 people in the world who are called disciples of the Martial Saint."
Jiang Siwei also said: "Martial Saint Li Taixian was born in a little-known school called 'Canghe School'. This school has not produced any powerful masters in the past. The founder is a master who has surpassed the dragon gate."
"However, the Martial Saint's talent is too terrifying. He forcibly transformed decay into magic and trained this small school of martial arts to its current level."
"The disciples accepted by the Martial Saint now also practice the 'Canghe Style'... But as you can imagine, not everyone in this world has the Martial Saint's talent, and coupled with the Martial Saint's teaching method..."
After a pause, Jiang Siwei said tactfully:
“… I’m very experiential, I teach based on how I practiced, and the results are…”
"Many disciples of the Martial Saint have publicly complained about these things, saying that they were tricked by the Martial Saint..."
"This Dai Zongnian is already a very outstanding disciple of the Martial Saint. He was able to reach the U19 finals and even made it to the top 16. However, he is still no match for Zhou Yinglin, who was personally taught and carefully mentored by the Spear Saint."
Yin Muhu shook his head and said:
"In fact, the disciple that the Martial Saint should accept is someone like Brother Xue who has talent comparable to his own. Otherwise... it can only be said that he is misleading his students. If this Dai Zong Nian can be accepted as a disciple by other top martial artists and carefully trained, maybe he can really compete with Zhou Yinglin."
Xue Jing nodded and said, "I see."
…
"Hello, audience friends, good afternoon, welcome to the U19 Unlimited Elite Fighting Tournament Yuancheng Finals. I am the commentator Tao Xingxiu!"
"After two days of rest, we will face the top 16 of the finals, a total of eight exciting matches!"
"This final can be said to be the highest quality one in recent years. It can be seen that the audience is also looking forward to it very enthusiastically..."
The commentator's endless voice echoed throughout the Super Arena.
It seems that because of something, the popularity of U19 continues to rise. The super arena that can accommodate more than 200,000 spectators is now almost full. There are spectators everywhere and it is rare to see empty seats.
After a series of introductions, thanking sponsors and various advertisements, the commentator said passionately:
"Then let's not delay any further and officially begin the competition. Please invite the first contestant to enter!"
"First, let's welcome contestant Dai Zongnian!"
…
In the waiting area, Xue Jing stood not far from the contestant passage, waiting to enter.
At this moment, a figure slowly walked out from the corridor behind him and came to his side.
Xue Jing turned his head slightly and saw a young man he didn't know with a calm and steady expression.
"Xue Jing..."
The young man spoke in a calm tone.
"Who are you?" Xue Jing was a little confused.
The boy's expression did not change, and he said calmly: "You really don't know me... Never mind, I'm Song Nanxing from the Tiandong Sect."
Xue Jing thought about it and thought it might be due to the side effects of [Proof of Love]. He still had no impression of the name, so he shook his head and said:
"Sorry, I haven't heard of it..."
Song Nanxing's expression remained unchanged: "It doesn't matter, we know each other now... Do you remember what happened at the entrance of the arena when you came to compete a few days ago?"
A few days ago
Xue Jing thought about it for a while before he remembered that there were a few people who wanted to buy his cat, but they were pressed into the ground by him because they were too rude.
He smiled and said, "Why, you are their big brother, do you want to help them?"
Song Nanxing shook his head: "I have already forced them to reveal the whole process of this matter. It is their problem. I have no reason to intervene."
Seeing him being so reasonable, Xue Jing asked in confusion: "What do you want from me?"
Song Nanxing said slowly: "I want to fight with you once... Can we make an appointment after today's game?"
Xue Jing did not agree, but just said: "Can't we fight in the ring? You look pretty good. We will have a chance to fight in the quarterfinals."
Song Nanxing shook his head and said calmly, "When the quarterfinals start, I guess you'll be facing Zhou Yinglin. After that, I may never have the chance to play against you again."
Xue Jing smiled and said nothing.
Song Nanxing continued: "Let's make an appointment. It will be good for you. I have fought with Zhou Yinglin many times, and I can tell you a lot of things you need to pay attention to when fighting with him..."
Xue Jing shook his head, sighed, and said: "Song..."
He paused, forgetting the man's name, and continued, "Xiao Song, I feel like you misunderstood something."
Xiao Song... When Song Nanxing heard this familiar name, he thought of Wei Junwu who also called him Lao Song in a familiar way, and couldn't help feeling a little strange.
"You may think Zhou Yinglin is very strong and have been studying how to defeat him, treating him as some kind of big boss that you need to prepare a strategy to defeat."
"But I'm different from you."
Xue Jing glanced at him and spoke calmly.
At the same time, there were voices explaining the passion outside.
“… Let’s welcome contestant Xue Jing with applause!”
Xue Jing walked towards the contestant channel, saying without turning his head:
"To me, he is not an object that needs special research. In my eyes, he is just like you."
"—It's just a weed in the way that needs to be pulled out."
"..." Looking at Xue Jing's receding back, Song Nanxing stood there and shook his head.
"Is it just pretentious arrogance...? Or do you really mean it?"
"Okay, let me witness it."
Song Nanxing turned around and walked away slowly.
…
“Shhh!!!”
Xue Jing walked out of the contestant channel, and what greeted him was not only applause and cheers, but also very obvious boos.
This was the first time he had been treated like this, and it felt a bit new.