Qi Ming's title of "the strongest tutor in this year's assessment" is not for nothing.
When his swordsmanship is fully displayed, it is like a violent wind and waves, covering the sky and covering the earth, making it impossible for people to resist.
The first one to be sent off the ring was Luo Yu.
Then came Ling Yusheng who was already injured.
Until the end, only Chu Moli and Muyan were left in the huge arena.
At this moment, everyone knew that the Seven Sons of Xiaoyao had lost.
The onlookers didn't feel happy at all, but were full of lament and regret.
Just a little bit, really just a little bit, and they won.
…
Qi Ming coughed lightly, a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.
But there was no depression on his face, only full of fighting spirit, "Do you want to continue?"
Muyan was about to speak, but Chu Moli pushed the wheelchair forward and said slowly: "We admit defeat."
Muyan was stunned, but saw Chu Moli turned her head and looked at her with a gentle smile, but his eyes glanced at the people of Silver Feather Palace under the ring, with a calculating light shining in his eyes.
Well, the meaning of the third senior brother is very clear.
Ask her to hide her strength.
Muyan touched her nose, and stopped talking.
Qi Ming reached out his hand to wipe off the blood from the corner of his mouth, and coughed twice again, "It's been many years since I was forced into such a mess, and it's interesting that I'm still surrounded by you bastards. interesting."
"However, it's really dangerous. If I grow up with you guys for a while, I will really lose. If I lose to the students in public, then I will really lose my old face today."
Chu Moli gave a low laugh, and pointedly said: "Teacher, you should really be thankful, there is a large audience at the moment, otherwise we don't know who wins and who loses!"
He doesn't want to expose the real strength of the little junior sister!
Qi Ming was taken aback for a moment, not understanding what he meant.
Chu Moli didn't wait for him to ask, the wheelchair flew high and landed steadily below the ring.
Muyan smiled slightly, and didn't leave right away, "Mr. Qi Ming, you have to assess other students next, right?"
Qi Ming nodded, but frowned slightly.
Although he just defeated the Xiaoyao Seven, he was also injured.
Naturally, there is no problem in wanting to assess the remaining students.
However, if the injury is not treated as soon as possible, but the spiritual power is still used, I am afraid that the blood stasis will accumulate in the body and eventually become a chronic disease.
Qi Ming was about to take out the elixir and take it first.
Suddenly, the tinkle of the piano sounded.
Immediately afterwards, Qi Ming felt a warm current, accompanied by the sound of the piano, pouring into his body from all directions.
The burning and painful viscera were soothed, and the blood stasis on the chest was melted away little by little.
Qi Ming suddenly looked at Muyan, his eyes unblinking, full of shock.
Muyan smiled leisurely, and flew down the ring.
Only a light and pleasant voice echoed in the air, "Thank you, mentor, for accompanying our brothers and sisters to practice. This... is considered a thank you and an apology."
Qi Ming's pupils suddenly shrank.
Chu Moli's words suddenly echoed in his mind, "Teacher, you should really be thankful. There is a large audience at this moment, otherwise we don't know who wins and who loses!"
Could it be, could it be that these seven people haven't tried their best? !
When they were fighting against their golden core mentor, they even hid their strength.
Who the hell are these... these seven little bastards? !