In the end, Wang Qingqiao was beheaded by Yi Xichen and fell off Lianjianping.
Victory and defeat. This should not have been an arduous battle, but it played a terrifying effect.
Lu Ziyao lifted the collapsed Wang Qingqiao: "Junior Brother, are you alright?"
Xiao Kui squeezed over, his face ugly and scary: "Wang Qingqiao! How can you even beat that Yi Xichen?! Did you intend to let it go, or did Yi Xichen use a trick?!"
When the sword was competed just now, Wang Qingqiao devoted himself to it wholeheartedly, except that he was surprised that Yi Xichen could have such a strong sword qi, and didn't think much about it. But at this moment, he suddenly woke up after being scolded by Xiao Kui. He played on behalf of Lianjian Pavilion, but lost to Yi Xichen of Medicine Pavilion, losing all face.
Wang Qingqiao struggled to push Lu Ziyao away, looked up at Master Yuying and the elders of Sige: "Master! Sect Master!"
Of course he was dissatisfied with this result. But he knew in his heart that Yi Xichen was not cheating, and even kept pouring water. So although he was not convinced, he didn't know where to start for a while.
"Sect Master!" Xiao Kui said anxiously, "Yi Xichen asked his eldest grandson Zijun to use his sword energy to help him and interfered with Junior Brother Wang. This battle cannot be counted!"
Lu Ziyao reprimanded in a low voice, "Xiao Kui, don't talk nonsense, how long will you be embarrassed!"
Even Wang Qingqiao shook his head. Xiao Kui is in a hurry, this is really nonsense. The eldest grandson Zijun's sword qi shocks everyone, and Yi Xichen is also a sword cultivator. Even if he has a good personal relationship with the eldest grandson Zijun, he cannot be exempted, not to mention that he stands closer to the eldest grandson Zijun. External interference will not affect Jianxiu Bijian. What's more, Wang Qingqiao knew that the sword energy belonged to Yi Xichen, not the eldest grandson Zijun!
But Wang Qingqiao finally remembered what he was dissatisfied with. He did lose to Yi Xichen and had to accept it, but Yi Xichen claimed that he was the fifth in the Medicine Pavilion to fight him decisively, which was impossible!
Wang Qingqiao hurriedly said, "Their medicine pavilion..."
"Enough!" said Master Yuying, "The outcome is already divided. Tomorrow, the Sword Competition will officially start, and the list of 20 people will remain as usual. After an hour, a lottery will be drawn at Shennong Hall. As for other matters, I will negotiate with the elders. You all go back to your own. Practice."
Wang Qingqiao was stunned. He didn't believe that the Sect Master couldn't see today's strangeness, but the Sect Master didn't point it out. Immortal Yuying is a person who speaks out once a decision is made, and there is no room for change in this matter. Even the elders looked different. After all, he didn't say anything in front of his disciples.
Yi Xichen got off Jianjianping and walked to the eldest grandson Zijun, who supported him calmly. Almost instantly, Yi Xichen's sword energy weakened.
Although the draw was imminent, they trotted out of the crowd. As soon as he got to a place where no one was there, Yi Xichen spit out a mouthful of blood!
The eldest grandson Zijun was startled and noticed that Yi Xichen's aura was extremely chaotic, so he quickly poured his true energy into him to help him protect his tendons.
"How are you?" The eldest grandson Zijun looked solemn. This was the first time he used the method of stealing the mind. It seems that the seal in Yi Xichen's body is far more powerful than he thought.
Yi Xichen waved his hand, indicating that he was fine. But he seemed to be unable to walk.
The eldest grandson Zijun helped Yi Xichen to sit down under the banyan tree, Yi Xichen lay down weakly, resting his head on his lap.
"Zijun."
"Um."
"I really am not a fake spiritual root."
"you are not."
Yi Xichen closed his eyes, his eyelashes trembled slightly.
His heart was agitated, his chest was aching, and a mouthful of blood was pouring up his throat. Just as he was about to swallow it, his eldest grandson, Zijun, patted his chest lightly, signaling him to just spit it out.
After a while, Yi Xichen spoke again.
"Do you know who killed my parents?"
At this point, he finally believed. The eldest grandson Zijun's magic barrier is strange, but he does know something that he shouldn't know.
"I don't know."
Yi Xichen squeezed the corner of his clothes, and sighed weakly after a while.
During the ten years of cultivation in Tianjianmen, he has never shown the appearance of being driven by hatred. He also does not live for revenge. Becoming a strong man and avenging his parents is just one thing he must do in his life. No matter how many years you wait, there will always be that day.
"That's eight years from now." Yi Xichen smiled calmly, "Zijun... Isn't it too foreign to say thank you?"
The eldest grandson Zijun squeezed the back of his neck again: "Ah."
"But there is one thing I still have to say." He opened his eyes and moved his head on the lap of the eldest grandson Zijun.
"Um?"
"Can you not put that thing on my head?"
"… "
An hour passed in a blink of an eye, Yi Xichen regained some strength, was supported by his eldest grandson, and stood up, ready to return to Shennong Hall to draw lots to decide the opponent for tomorrow's competition.
Before they took a few steps, Yujian flew from the sky, blocking their way.
The two hurriedly bowed: "Master."
When Yi Xichen saw Yaobu's livid face, he felt a little apprehensive, took a step back with a smirk, and was about to hide behind his eldest grandson Zijun.
"Yi Xichen, didn't I warn you to be honest!!!" Yaobu roared angrily. His voice was like a bell, and even the sturdy banyan tree by the road trembled with fright. The eardrums of the eldest grandson Zijun and Yi Xichen were almost shattered by him.
"The disciple is very honest." Yi Xichen brazenly opened his eyes and said nonsense, "Yesterday I practiced with Zijun, and we didn't know what was going on. It just happened accidentally. Isn't that right, Zijun?"
The eldest grandson Zijun looked up at the sky and pretended to know nothing.
"Yi Xichen!!! The eldest grandson Zijun!!!"
"Master, it's not good for you to be like this." Yi Xichen suddenly became serious.
The medicine was not poisonous for a moment, and suddenly became furious. How dare this shameless bastard actually teach his master a lesson? ! He was about to scold, but Yi Xichen jumped out dog-legged and pinched his shoulders for him: "Master, you are always so fierce, if your disciple is a little stupid, wouldn't it be obvious that you care about your disciple? How bad is that!"
Yaobudu was stunned for a moment, his anger was like a flood that had opened a valve, and he couldn't hold it back. He opened his mouth and shook his head in disgust: "You bastard..."
Yi Xichen squeezed his shoulders more often.
Yao Budu glared at Changsun Zijun: "I thought you were a prudent boy and could take care of him, but as a result, you will only be accustomed to him!"
"Humph," the eldest grandson Zijun, "I'm not used to him, huh!"
The medicine is not poisonous: "...you didn't take medicine?"
Yi Xichen hurriedly pulled Yao Budu over, and acted like a spoiled brat at him: "Master~"
Yaobudu turned around and touched Yi Xichen's head. Yi Xichen was flattered, and was about to obediently lower his head, but the next moment the medicine was not poisonous, he grabbed his ear and twisted it hard.
"Ouch, it hurts, it hurts..."
"I'm just afraid that one day even I won't be able to protect you."
Yi Xichen only cared about screaming in pain, and suddenly heard such a serious sentence, and felt in a trance that he heard it wrong. Is this what the drug is not poisonous to say
"I protect." The eldest grandson Zijun said lightly.
Yao Budu let go of Yi Xichen's ears and stared at the eldest grandson Zijun with complicated eyes: "I don't know how high the sky is! I really think I can handle it? What kind of thing are you kid?"
The eldest grandson Zijun said solemnly: "I'm very good."
"Yo?"
"I'm just amazing."
The eldest grandson Zijun was a little depressed. He didn't understand why the medicine was not poisonous, but he didn't believe him. Does he have to say, "Hum, I'm not very good, hmm" to make others believe it...
They were so excited whether the medicine was poisonous or not, they pointed to this, pointed to that, just thinking about how to give them some color, suddenly another person came from Yujian in Hengli, but it was the elder Lin Zhen who was guarding the sword pavilion.
Today, Shoujian Pavilion and Lianjian Pavilion suffered a big loss. Lin Zhen fell down when he saw a few people, and said yin and yang strangely: "Yi Xichen, I can't see that you are hiding."
"Get the hell out of here!" Yaobutou was full of aura, like an old hen guarding a chick, "My disciple, it's no one's turn to speak!"
"Elder Yao, am I complimenting your disciple, haha."
"It's not your turn to praise these bastards!"
Lin Zhen rolled his eyes, too lazy to argue with him, Yu Jian flew away.
Look, isn't this very good at protecting shorts!
After all, Yao Bu Po had already vented his anger. He couldn't bring it up again. He scolded them bitterly. Seeing that the time for the lottery would be delayed, he had to bang them away.
In the Shennong Hall, the other eighteen disciples were already waiting. They saw the eldest grandson Zijun and Yi Xichen walk in, with different expressions, but the master Yuying was sitting in the hall, and no one dared to say anything.
The lottery is decided by Mu Yuan. There are ten wooden kites in the hall. After being motivated by spiritual power, the ten wooden kites will first fly to the hands of ten disciples. Then these ten wooden kites will lead ten people to the other ten people, so the two people who lead the same wooden kite will become the opponents in the competition tomorrow.
Although these twenty people are five in each pavilion, the next match has nothing to do with the source of the disciple. That is to say, any two people may be matched, no matter whether they are from the same cabinet or different cabinets, whether they are bad friends or have deep personal friendships. Further down, the winners compete with the winners, and the losers compete with the losers until all the rankings are determined. Each disciple has to try at least five games, and the outcome of each game is very critical. If you lose a game in the early stage, the final ranking may be much different. The winner of each game is naturally the final leader.
Even though he had won a game today, Yi Xichen was still a little nervous. With his current state, I don't know how much he can play tomorrow. He could only pray that Mu Yuan would match him with a weakling.
Soon, Mu Yuan flew up and fell into the hands of ten disciples. Yi Xichen glanced at the situation on the field and breathed a sigh of relief. He, his eldest grandson Zijun and Lu Ziyao both got Mu Yuan, at least he won't play against these two in the first test tomorrow.
Mu Yuan took off again, and when it landed, all the opponents in the first match had been confirmed.
Yi Xichen looked at the hapless man who received the same wooden kite as him, and a big smile appeared on his face. He stepped forward and patted Sun Xiaoqian's shoulder: "Junior brother, you are lucky, remember to be merciful tomorrow."
Sun Xiaoqian's mouth was deflated, and he wanted to cry, but he finally smiled: "Well, Senior Brother Yi, I will work hard!" As a Medicine Pavilion disciple, he did not expect to get a lot of rankings, and he was able to participate in the competition. The Sword Conference is already an honor, and you can receive a lot of spirit stones. Although he came up to fight against each other, even if he didn't draw Yi Xichen, he would lose anyway, it made no difference.
Yi Xichen's heart is finally settled. The backlash of the method of stealing the mind is quite powerful. He can't take a second risk for this immortal material, and then he can only look at his strength. He knew Sun Xiaoqian's depth, and winning this first match would not be a problem.
After identifying his opponent, Yi Xichen cared about his eldest grandson Zijun. He is very reassured about the strength of the eldest grandson Zijun. Even Lu Ziyao is not an opponent of the eldest grandson Zijun. It must not be difficult for the eldest grandson Zijun to pick the leader this year, no matter who he draws.
However, when he took a closer look, the smile on his face froze.
The opponent obtained by the eldest grandson Zijun - the Jagged Junior Sister Yue Xiaorou of Lianjian Pavilion!
"My mother." Yi Xichen held her forehead, her heart was half cold. The luck of the eldest grandson Zijun is absolutely rotten to the extreme. Among the twenty disciples, the only female disciple was chosen by him!
He can't talk to women, and he never shoots at women - this is the biggest weakness of the eldest grandson Zijun. Tomorrow's test, how can this be good...