Under the arena, after wiping off the blood from the corners of his mouth, Marquis Wu bowed to Lu Xun again, saluted, then turned and walked back to the ranks of challengers.
Lu Xun looked at his back, thoughtful.
"According to the plot trajectory of the previous life, this Marquis Wu may not come to challenge the Demon Sect."
"He probably decided to come here to ask for advice after hearing the name of the sword fetus I was born with that day."
After all, according to the normal trajectory, Lin Chan only joined the Demon Sect at the end of this year. Therefore, at this time, the Demon Sect, except for Yan Li, who was in closed-door training, did not have a natural sword birth.
And the birth of a sword fetus is very attractive to Wuhou, a sword idiot.
"It seems to be the butterfly effect again." Lu Xun said in his heart.
I don't know if it will affect the life of this Jianchi descendant
Maybe a little bit
You know, according to the memory of the previous life, I have never heard of Wuhou Jianchi in the previous life.
Even though he has already tried his best in the way of the sword...
At this moment, in the back mountain of Mozong, outside the small study.
The husband sat lazily on the wooden chair, like an old man basking in the warm sun.
Third Senior Brother Zhuge Laifu was brewing tea, while making tea, he said: "I don't know if this is the first time for Junior Brother to participate in this kind of occasion, will he be a little uncomfortable."
"I think he's very used to it!" The gentleman said angrily.
It turns out that the husband is also perceiving what happened at the scene.
It's just that in the previous years, the master had never been interested in the outer sect contest, and for some reason, he was silently paying attention this time
Zhuge Laifu smiled and began to pour tea for his husband.
The gentleman took a sip of hot tea, and suddenly said in a low voice: "You have a good heart, but this talent is really not good enough."
"Sir, who are you talking about?" Zhuge Laifu asked.
The gentleman put down the teacup and said: "A rival of your junior brother, I didn't even think that Jianchi would have an heir. Hmm... he looks rather pleasing."
If this sentence was heard by other viewers on Yanwu Peak, they would probably feel speechless.
Marquis Wu's rough skin, which has been exposed to countless winds and suns, cannot be nourished by even spiritual power to return to normal.
Coupled with his deep forehead lines, and a slightly dull temperament...
This is common ugliness, commonplace ugliness.
And Zhuge Laifu naturally knew what the so-called "pleasant appearance" of the husband would look like.
For example... Zhuge Laifu himself is like this.
Maybe it was because he thought Marquis Wu was attractive, or maybe it was because of other reasons, Mr. half-closed his eyes, and then carefully checked his physique.
After finishing these, he picked up the teacup, and the well-raised orchid finger lightly patted on the wall of the cup, and a drop of water jumped up.
Mr. stretched out his left hand, and tapped lightly on the drop of water. Inside this small drop of water, it seemed to form a small world of its own, with brilliance flowing in it, but without the slightest rule.
With a thought in his mind, the drop of water disappeared in an instant and flew towards Yanwu Peak.
"Whoosh-"
The drops of water passed over the people on the high platform.
Today, there are a large number of great practitioners above the sixth level in the outer sect of the Mozong, but they seem to be unaware of the sudden appearance of this drop of water.
Including Shen Yan, a practitioner of the eighth realm, no one noticed the drop of water flying from the back mountain.
The water droplets flew over the high platform, and then came to Marquis Wu's side.
"Slap!"
The sound was very soft, like a raindrop falling on his clothes.
In fact, this drop of water seeped into Marquis Wu's body in an instant.
"Pfft!" Marquis Wu spat another mouthful of blood abruptly.
This time it sprayed so hard that it even splashed on the sword cultivator standing beside him.
The next moment, Marquis Wu's eyes went dark, and he passed out directly!
No one discovered, not even himself, that a meridian in his body...
-Crooked!
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When a meridian changes, the impact it can bring is actually limited.
The husband added a piece of charcoal to the man in the snow, but it was only a piece of charcoal.
And whether this will bring about changes in his life, everything is actually impossible to know.
The same is one point, nineteen points plus one point, but twenty points. Fifty-nine points plus one point is a 60-point pass. Ninety-nine points plus one point is a perfect score of 100 points!
It still depends on him.
At this moment, the most confused person on the scene was Lu Xun.
"Fuck, was my strike so hard just now?" He looked down at his right hand, a little puzzled.
"I obviously put in my strength, and he obviously only suffered a slight injury. Why is he still in a coma?"
Lu Xun looked up at the sky, and really wanted to say, "It's nothing to do with me that he fainted!"
I feel a little embarrassed!
Marquis Wu, who was "seriously injured and comatose", was quickly taken away from the scene by the disciples of the Demon Sect, and was taken down to take pills for treatment.
Now, the way many people looked at Lu Xun changed immediately.
Unless you're a fool, you can tell that Lu Xun is definitely holding back.
But under such circumstances, a sword cultivator who had comprehended the sword intent finally failed and fell into a coma due to serious injuries.
Come to think of it... this is because of the gap in the rank of sword intent!
The uncle of the little master of the Demon Sect is so terrifying!
The other sixteen sword cultivators were already secretly rejoicing. If they had met the sword just now, they might be the one lying down now.
The duel between the sword cultivators was over, but Lu Xun did not rush back to the high stage, but continued to stand in the center of the ring, with a warm smile on his face, looked around at the remaining challengers, and said:
"Is there anyone else who wants to challenge?"
The voice full of magnetism, low but gentle, those who didn’t know it thought it was some high-quality idol and then asked the fans: “Is there anyone else who wants to take a photo?”
There were so many challengers, the one who just entered the stage just wanted to challenge Lu Xun's swordsman. Originally, there must be other people in the team who wanted to challenge.
It's just that Lu Xun's performance just now was too terrifying. He was one against seventeen queens. If you jump out and say that I want to challenge you, you will look like a clown.
On the high platform, Xiao Ran, who was sitting on a chair, tightly grasped her dress with both hands. She really wanted to end up looking for Master Lu for some advice.
"Ah, it makes me so uncomfortable!" She patted her poor chest, trying to calm down her fighting mood.
This is not in line with the rules, and it is likely to be punished by the master.
She sneaked a glance at her master, and found that Zhao Suihan's gaze towards Lu Xun was already full of maternal brilliance.
This "mother fan" has completely fallen in love with Lu Xun, and he was short of a fan circle slogan like "Lu Bao is safe to fly, and mother will always be with you".
Next, on the stage, Lu Xun asked three times:
"Is there anyone else who wants to challenge?"
There was silence and no one answered.
No one dared to answer.
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