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Ming Ye reached out and tore off his tattered outer robe. With a wave of his hand, the outer robe billowed as it flew toward Ji Mo.
"Child's play!" Ji Mo thought that Ming Ye wanted to use the outer robe to block his line of sight. He couldn't help but scoff. He exerted a bit of force, and the tattered outer robe was immediately torn to shreds. Ji Mo's footsteps didn't slow down at all. He passed through the shreds and pointed his sword at Ming Ye.
Unexpectedly, the shreds suddenly burst into flames, transforming into fiery butterflies that flew toward Ji Mo. Only then did Ji Mo realize that there was flame energy hidden in the outer robe. He stopped in his tracks and used his sword as a shield. A mighty wind surged out of his body, and the fiery butterflies were immediately blown away by the wind. They whimpered as they turned into ashes and dissipated.
Just as Ji Mo changed his move, Ming Ye's body erupted with Yang flames. He straightened his body and brandished his sword, transforming into a fiery dragon that charged toward Ji Mo. Ji Mo wanted to change his move, but it was already a moment too late. He simply stopped defending and met Ming Ye's attack with an attack.
The two figures intersected, and with a loud boom, flames shot in all directions. Then, they both stood still.
"Chi!" Blood spurted out, and a bone-deep wound appeared on Ming Ye's shoulder.
"Whoosh!" Meanwhile, half of Ji Mo's sleeve was ablaze, and a few blisters appeared on his fair skin. There was also a burning smell.
Both of them had sustained injuries from this exchange, and there was no clear victor. Ming Ye twirled his sword and wanted to continue fighting, but Ji Mo took a step back and said, "Forget it, I'm afraid of you. You've won this match."
Ji Mo was already a personal disciple, so the Sword Trial Assembly didn't mean much to him. Moreover, he was someone who cared a lot about his reputation. Now that half of his arm was burned, it was really inappropriate. He looked disheveled, and his mood was agitated. When he attacked, he used the elegant and otherworldly aura of the Nameless Sword Wind Flow Art. Although it seemed like he was injured slightly, the perfect harmony between him and his sword had actually been disrupted. If he continued to fight, his chances of winning would only get lower and lower. It was better to admit defeat now.
The referee disciple made his decision. Ji Mo then gracefully stepped down from the stage and borrowed a robe from another disciple to cover his bare arms before he left. The other disciples also clustered around him. Ji Mo chatted and laughed with everyone along the way, as if he didn't care about winning or losing at all.
As for the victor, he was left alone on the arena. The wind tightened, giving off a desolate and desolate feeling. Ming Ye seemed to be unable to withstand the wind and was on the verge of collapsing. "Are you alright?" Two voices rang out. Four hands supported Ming Ye at the same time. Following that, four pairs of eyes looked at each other.
Ying Feiyang said, "Why are you still here? Aren't you going to leave with your Senior Martial Brother Ji Kuan? "
Miao Miao glared at him and said, "Who is Ji Kuang? I don't know him? I've always been rooting for Senior Brother Ming Ye. We're both Outer Sect disciples, and I was able to obtain the Extreme Yin Sword without his help. Naturally, I should be concerned about him. " Miao Miao directly used Ying Feiyang's words just now, and even said it with confidence. Ying Feiyang was furious on the spot.
At this moment, Ming Ye spat out a mouthful of blood. "Are you alright? I'll bring you down the mountain."
"Don't worry, I can walk by myself." Ming Ye replied coldly, but he heard Miao Miao say, "Don't worry my ass. Be a good boy and tell us where you live, we'll send you back." The two of them didn't say anything and carried Ming Ye away.
Ming Ye's cold eyes flashed with a strange light. Finally, he sighed and spoke to Ying Feiyang: "You and I are both in the top 4, we will be enemies in the future. Why are you asking me?"
"We'll talk about it in the future. Since I'm no match for you today, how can I just stand by and watch? Besides, I'm already itching to fight Xing Fei today. If you're unable to fight because you're not treated in time, I'll be bored to death!" Ying Feiyang replied without a care. 【Love ↑ Go △ Small ↓ Say △ Net
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Ming Ye paused for a moment before replying coldly, "I owe you this time. I will repay you in the future. However, I must become the champion of the Sword Trial Meet and I will not go easy on you."
Ying Feiyang was not happy to hear this. She scoffed, "If I need you to go easy on me to win, then I'll still lose. If you're heavily injured, don't open your mouth. The moment you open your mouth, it's like you owe me and I owe you. It's so boring to calculate things so clearly."
"Boring?" Ming Ye laughed at himself. "I haven't finished my debt of gratitude and revenge. What's the point of being tied down?"
"Alright, alright. You're still bleeding. Be a good boy and show me the way." Miao Miao muttered.
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Qiyun Town had a lot of land but a lot of people. Every time there was a festival, there would be some vacant houses for rent. Ming Ye's house was one of them. Entering the hall, he saw a black-haired and black-bearded Daoist sitting cross-legged. The Daoist's expression was cold and stern, and his posture was dignified. He was meditating with his eyes closed when he heard footsteps. When he opened his eyes, he saw the heavily injured Ming Ye.
"What happened? How did you get injured like this?" The Daoist stood up and examined Ming Ye's wound.
"Senior Martial Brother Ming's opponent this time is Senior Martial Brother Ji Kuang. Both of them are very strong so they couldn't hold back. Senior Martial Brother Kuang didn't injure Senior Martial Brother Ming on purpose. Seeing the Daoist's anger, Miao Miao thought that the Daoist was pitying his disciple for being injured and wanted to blame Ji Kuang for hitting him too hard. Miao Miao quickly stepped forward to explain.
Who knew that the Daoist would suddenly attack and hit Ming Ye's wound with his palm. Ming Ye howled in pain and flew into the wall, leaving a trail of blood on the white wall. He fell limply to the ground. The Daoist retracted his palm and said coldly, "It's only the third round and you're already injured like this! How can a piece of trash like you win the next two rounds? How can you take first place? How useless! "
This unexpected move shocked both Ying Feiyang and Miao Miao. The Daoist's anger had not subsided and he grabbed the hot water bottle on the table and threw it at Ming Ye. Ying Feiyang reacted in time. His body moved in a blink of an eye and he thrust his sword and scabbard at the Daoist's hand. The Daoist saw his godly reaction and was suspicious. He immediately channeled his strength into his palm and the water in the bottle burst open and shot out, heading straight for Ying Feiyang's face.
Ying Feiyang could already feel the heatwave hitting him in the face. He quickly withdrew his sword and retreated. Suddenly, the wave froze in mid-air. Miao Miao activated her spell and the wave moved like a slithering snake, following her direction and rushing towards the Daoist. The Daoist did not panic. He grabbed the bottom of the teapot and used the mouth of the teapot to guide and absorb the wave. The tea returned to the teapot. The Daoist grinned and said to Ming Ye, "So you've made a friend outside. Are you dead?
Ming Ye struggled to get up and staggered to the table. He poured two cups of tea for the two and raised the table. He said respectfully, "Brother Ying, Miss Miao, thank you for sending me off. Since I've returned to my residence, please leave after you've finished your tea."
"If that's the case, I won't disturb Brother Ming's recovery." Ying Feiyang took the tea and drained it in one gulp. He then threw the cup on the ground and glared at the Daoist before turning to leave. Miao Miao saw that Ying Feiyang had left and was confused. She was still hesitating when the Daoist said, "The guest is complaining that the water is too cold. Ming Ye, hurry up and boil another pot for her."
"There's no need! I only like to drink black plum juice with osmanthus honey. This water has a weak taste and I'm not used to it! "Miao Miao said angrily. She poured the water and threw the cup on the ground before chasing after Ying Feiyang.
"I'm so angry, so angry. Ying Feiyang, how can you leave just like that? Why don't you stand up for Ming Ye and teach that old bastard a lesson!" Miao Miao shouted as she walked, kicking a pebble beside her.
"Forget it. That person told Ming Ye to pour tea for us. Can't you see his intentions? The more we stand up for him, the more he wants to humiliate Ming Ye. The sooner we leave, the sooner Ming Ye can recover."
"This Ming Ye is really something. He does whatever his master tells him to do. No wonder I always felt that he was cold and gloomy. He doesn't have a temper at all!" Miao Miao's anger did not subside. She actually turned the spearhead to Ming Ye and kept on nagging.
"Everyone is different. Not everyone is as naïve and lively as you. Otherwise, the world would be too noisy." Ying Feiyang couldn't help but tease her as he listened to her on the way.
"Wow, you're saying that I'm noisy!"
"It's a misunderstanding. I'm saying that you've been grumbling the whole way and didn't even drink a cup of water. My residence is not far from here. Why don't you come to my house and I'll prepare your favorite black plum juice with honey?" Ying Feiyang's residence was on the other side of Ling Xiao Town. He had unknowingly walked to his residence and casually invited her.
However, Miao Miao cautiously took two steps back and crossed her arms. "What do you want?"
"What do you mean?"
"We've only known each other for two days and you're already inviting a girl to your house. You're really experienced. You even said you'd treat me to black plum juice. Who knows if you added osmanthus honey or some other kind of soup or powder to it?" Miao Miao glared at him. "You think I'll fall for your trick? I'm sorry, but your name is already infamous among the female disciples. The number one person on the scum list is you, Ying Feiyang. "
Ying Feiyang was so angry that his blood boiled. "Don't you know how bad my reputation is? I haven't even blamed you yet, and you're already blaming me?"
Miao Miao looked at him innocently. "What did I do? You schemed against me for a sword. Isn't it normal for such a delicate and fragile girl like me to cry? As for what other people think, it's none of my business. Besides, there's no smoke without fire. If other people think that way, it proves that you've indeed behaved improperly in the past. Ying Feiyang, I hope you can reflect on yourself! "She even patted Ying Feiyang's shoulder solemnly.
Ying Feiyang had always felt that his words were sharp, but when it came to this girl, he couldn't do anything about it. He could only say fiercely, "If that's the case, I'll take my leave. Miss Miao, be careful. Don't let those who covet your beauty take advantage of you!" He turned and left angrily.
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