Three days, whether it is long or not, and whether it is short or short.
For ordinary people, it is impossible to heal Han Yu's serious injury. And for Han Yu, nothing is impossible.
It took him two days to completely wipe out the breath of the Heaven-cutting Finger Sword on the wound, and then he frantically refined the Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures to heal the wounds. Without the suppression of the breath of the Heaven-cutting Finger Sword, no matter how serious the injury was, it was not a cause for concern for Han Yu.
The blood boiled, and the wound was gushing with rays of light, and the wound was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye. The broken fingers finally grew out.
During the period of Han Yu's healing, Xu Zizhuo sent someone to spread the news that he was going to duel with Han Yu. In just half a day, everyone in Xitiancheng became aware of it, and many people began to look forward to it.
Xu Zizhuo is a well-known genius in Wangu Pavilion, and he has long been famous in the world, and he is as famous as some of the most outstanding people in the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths.
As for Han Yu, he won a lot of fame by killing the eighteen cavalry of Zhutian. A few days ago, Du Zhenjiang of the Kongtong Holy Land and Zhu Chonggao of the Supreme Holy Land were forced to kneel and beg for mercy at Yujing Villa, which was even more troublesome. It has been full of wind and rain in the city, and it can be said that the reputation is flourishing.
Such a duel between two people is not enough if you don't want to attract attention.
After the news spread, Xu Zizhuo cultivated in the inn. He had full confidence in killing Han Yu and did not need to prepare anything at all.
"Master, young man Du Zhenjiang of Kongtong Holy Land is asking to see you." Suddenly, a voice came from outside the door.
Xu Zizhuo opened his eyes and said lightly, "Let him come in."
Not long after, a pale, sick man walked in.
In the past at Yujing Mountain Villa, Du Zhenjiang's head was stomped on twice by Han Yu, and his soul was severely injured twice. Even if there is a magical medicine to restore the soul, it is difficult to cure. The road of martial arts can stop there.
"Xu Shao!" Du Zhenjiang hurriedly bowed, but Xu Zizhuo sat cross-legged and didn't get up to greet him, nor was he annoyed.
"What's the matter with Du Shao coming to me?" Xu Zizhuo said indifferently.
"I want to ask Xu Shao for help with something." Du Zhenjiang said, keeping his posture low.
"What's the matter?" Xu Zizhuo remained indifferent.
"I hope Xu Shao can kill that villain Han Yu in the duel." Du Zhenjiang's eyes were filled with fire of hatred.
"We're just competing for each other. How can we kill people until we reach the point?" Xu Zizhuo pretended to be surprised.
"In the arena competition, death and injury are inevitable, right?" Du Zhenjiang said.
"Why should I help you kill him?" Xu Zizhuo asked.
"If Xu Shao can kill Han Yu, I have a broken star pill here, and I can pay Xu Shao with both hands." Du Zhenjiang took out a jade bottle, opened the stopper, and there was a black cat's eye-sized pill inside, exuding a seductive smell. aroma.
"This Star Breaking Pill can help the Venus on the Holy Palace to break into a golden lotus. I originally planned to use it at this Yaochi event, but now I am seriously injured, and it will be difficult to recover for a while, and I will not be able to use it for the time being." Du Zhenjiang His face suddenly turned dead gray, and then filled with murderous aura, he said, "Brother Xu, if he gets this medicine pill, if he takes it when he breaks through the barrier, it will at least increase his chance of breaking through by 70%."
Xu Zizhuo's eyes lit up, and greed gradually appeared on his face.
Du Zhenjiang glanced at Xu Zizhuo, plugged the jade bottle, and put it away. Asked: "How do you think Du Shao?"
Xu Ziyan retracted his gaze and said, "Killing Han Yu is an easy matter for me. How do I know that after I kill Han Yu, you will give me the Poxing Pill?"
Xu Zizhuo glanced at Du Zhenjiang with suspicion.
Du Zhenjiang was overjoyed and said: "We can set up the written evidence now. After Han Yu's death, I will definitely give the Po Xingdan to the first time. Even if I want to cheat, I will be able to rely on the written evidence. There's no escape, no."
Xu Zizhuo smiled and said, "It's so good."
So the two of them set up the receipt, signed and signed, and an underground transaction was completed.
After Du Zhenjiang left, Xu Ziyan looked at the red handprints in black and white, and couldn't help laughing: "I didn't expect that killing Han Yu would have so many benefits, not bad, not bad..."
"dong dong dong..."
There was a knock on the door again.
Xu Zizhuo put away the receipt and asked, "Who?"
"Master, Zhu Chonggao and Zhu Shaoxia of the most sacred place ask to see you!"
"Du Zhenjiang came to beg me to kill Han Yu, and this Zhu Chonggao must be the same, but I don't know what treasures he will bring out to ask me to do it?" Xu Ziyan suddenly looked forward to it and said, "Please come."
Suddenly, the whole person became more energetic.
The day of the duel finally came, and many people from Xitiancheng rushed to the central performance field early to prepare for a good show.
On the central martial arts arena, there is a special arena, which is a space of its own for saints to duel.
Yujing Villa, outside Han Yu's room. Wu Lai and Meng Zuisheng stayed here early, walking around holding hands, with anxious expressions on their faces.
"Damn Xu Ziyan, if he loses this time, it's fine. If he dares to win, I will never forgive him." Wulai cursed.
Meng Zuisheng glanced at Wulai and was angry at Wulai.
It can be said that today's situation is completely caused by nothing.
"The boss arranged the formation, but he couldn't sense his breath. I don't know what happened to the injury?" Meng Zuisheng stopped to look at Han Yu's room, and then walked around holding his hands.
He doesn't have a clue now, because Han Yu's injury this time is too serious.
"Junior sister, Young Master Meng." Suddenly, an elegant voice came from outside the courtyard door.
Wulai and Meng Zuisheng looked at them and saw a woman of peerless elegance who walked in slowly, it was the Saintess of Yaochi.
"Senior sister, haven't you returned to the Holy Palace? Why did you come down the mountain again?" Wulai asked in surprise.
"I heard that Brother Han and Xu Zizhuo had a duel today, so I came here to watch the battle," said Saintess of Yaochi.
Wulai and Meng Zuisheng nodded, and the Yaochi saint glanced at the closed door and asked, "Brother Han hasn't come out yet, how is his injury?"
Meng Zuisheng said: "I don't know, the boss has arranged a trapping formation, and no one can sense his breath."
The Saintess of Yaochi nodded slightly and said, "I don't think you should worry too much. Brother Han is very powerful. Looking at the world, few of his peers are his opponents."
Meng Zuisheng glanced meaningfully at the Saintess of Yaochi.
Time passed quietly like quicksand at the fingertips. In the expectation of countless people, the time came to noon, and the time for the duel was running out, and Han Yu's door showed no sign of opening.
In the central martial arts field, bursts of cheers suddenly erupted, and I saw a handsome man walking towards this side, stepping on the void with his hands and feet behind his back. A faint light radiated from his body, supporting him like a son of a god descended to earth. For a time, many women were fascinated.
One of the protagonists of this duel, Xu Zizhuo, appeared.