In the northern part of Yan Yang City, in a quiet courtyard, a large tree rose from the ground. Like a huge umbrella, it covered an area of twenty to thirty meters, including the courtyard.
In the room, a young man was quietly lying on a wooden bed. His eyes were tightly closed, and he was motionless. His handsome face was as pale as paper, and his white robe was stained with blood. His palms were badly mutilated, and his sleeves were dyed red by the blood that seeped out from his palms.
This white clothed man was Yu Mingjing.
On his body, a palm slowly brushed past. His five fingers were slender, and traces of a gentle blue aura lingered around his fingers. The owner of this palm was a middle-aged man around forty years old. His eyes were slightly narrowed, his face was solemn, and his expression was focused as he carefully examined Yu Mingjing's body.
There was no danger to his life, but his Spiritual Meridian was severely damaged, his internal organs were severely damaged, and his True Spirit had many cracks. His True Spirit was injured, and this was especially serious. Take one of these nine pills every ten days. It would be best to rest for the first three months. If he wanted to completely recover, it would probably take more than half a year. Not long after, the middle-aged man slowly opened his mouth and took out a small white jade bottle from his bosom and handed it over.
Thank you, Senior Brother Lu.
A fair and delicate hand took the bottle, and a clear and melodious voice rang out in the room.
The one who spoke was a young woman. She was quite tall and wore a light pink dress. Her long black hair was casually tied behind her head. Her face was extremely beautiful, and her skin was fair and tender like cream, yet soft and smooth like satin. She didn't seem to have the slightest flaw.
It's just a small matter, there's no need to be polite. Junior Sister Yu, I'll take my leave first. If you need anything, feel free to look for me. The middle-aged man waved his hand and smiled.
Alright, Senior Brother Lu, take care.
After sending the middle-aged man out of the courtyard, the pink-dressed woman returned. However, the moment she entered the room, her pretty face darkened, and a murderous aura could be faintly seen between her brows. Who did it? His tone was cold, like a gust of cold wind blowing out from the depths of hell, causing one's hair to stand on end.
Senior Sister Qingge, I went to the Sword-fighting Villa to investigate.
At the end of the bed, a pretty young woman wearing a yellow dress said in a deep voice. Junior Brother Mingjing had a conflict with a cultivator who had just arrived in Yan Yang City, and was heavily injured in the arena. That person's cultivation was slightly lower than Junior Brother Mingjing's, and he should have just broken through the Rank Six True Spirit not long ago. However, his strength was extremely shocking, and in the process of fighting with Junior Brother Mingjing, he only used nine spears!
As she finished speaking, there was a hint of surprise on the yellow-clothed woman's face.
To be able to injure my brother to such an extent with just nine spear strikes, his methods are indeed not bad. The pink-dressed woman frowned as she said coldly. Junior Sister Qi Lian, what is that person's name?
Tang Huan! These two characters burst out of Qi Lian's mouth:
Tang Huan?
The pink-dressed woman snorted coldly, the killing intent in her eyes becoming even thicker. How could my Yu Qingge's little brother be someone he could hurt just because he wanted to! Junior Sister Qi Lian, my 'Yin Tribulation' is approaching, and I need to go into closed door cultivation. I'll leave my brother to you to take care of for a period of time, and I'll leave the matter of Tang Huan to you as well.
Senior Qingge, do you want Qi Lian's eyes to flash with killing intent?
That would be too easy for him. Make a good arrangement and cripple him!
Understood!
Two days passed in the blink of an eye.
In the central area of the Sword-fighting Villa, under Pang Shuo's Jade Disc, there was a huge crowd of people. No matter what time it was, as long as the Sword-fighting Villa was still open, this place would always be the most lively.
Yu Mo's name had disappeared! He must have accumulated five thousand points and become the Sword Sect's' Silver Sword Disciple '! Tsk tsk, I'm so envious.
The first place had become Eastward. It was already 4980 points. It was estimated that by this afternoon, his name would also disappear from the leaderboard.
Yesterday's last place was 550 points, and today's last place was Tang Huan. It was 540 points, which was another 10 points less than yesterday. It seemed like there were quite a few people on the leaderboard who had become official disciples.
I seem to have heard of the name Tang Huan somewhere before?
The Sword-fighting Scoreboard was changing almost every moment.
Every day, the names of cultivators would disappear from the Jade Disc, and new names would enter the rankings. Watching the changes in the rankings had already become a pleasure for many cultivators.
Tang Huan? I remember now!
It was a tall and sturdy man dressed in coarse hemp clothes. As he spoke, he fiercely clapped his hands, and his bell-like eyes were wide open as he shouted in disbelief. He had just arrived at the Sword-fighting Villa the day before yesterday, and then defeated Yu Mingjing who was at the peak of the Rank Six True Spirit. That seemed to be his first battle here, and it had only been two days, and he had already obtained five hundred and forty points?
Two days of 540 points, two hundred and seventy points a day? How, how was this possible?
Are you sure he has only been in the Sword-fighting Villa for two days, and not two months?
To accumulate two to three hundred points in a day, one would need to win twenty to thirty matches in a row to do so. Don't scare me.
A stone stirred up a thousand ripples!
The hemp clothed man's words immediately caused a commotion in the crowd. To be able to rush up to the Sword-fighting Scoreboard in just two short days, this was truly a bit scary.
In the few years that the Sword-fighting Villa had existed, such a situation had never happened before.
Before this, the fastest guy had also spent ten days to rush up to the Sword-fighting Scoreboard, but this Tang Huan had only used two days.
Ordinary cultivators, let alone twenty to thirty battles, even five battles a day would be difficult to hold on. After all, every time they fought, their opponents would at least be cultivators of the same cultivation level. Regardless of whether they won or lost in the end, the consumption rate of the Genuine Qi was extremely shocking, and it was impossible for them to continue fighting.
Under such circumstances, accumulating more than five hundred points in two days was especially inconceivable.
Five hundred and fifty points!
Just as everyone was shocked, another cry of surprise sounded out. It was the hemp clothed man who was staring straight at the lower right corner of the Jade Disc. Everyone looked over, Tang Huan's ranking had risen from six hundred to five hundred and ninety-five, and the score behind his name had become five hundred and fifty!
This meant that just now, Tang Huan had obtained another victory!
Could it be that that fellow's score today would rise crazily like yesterday and the day before yesterday? Everyone was astonished, and this thought flashed through their minds like a conditioned reflex.
Very quickly, they discovered that their guess seemed to have turned into reality.
After half a quarter of an hour, Tang Huan's score had become five hundred and sixty!
Another quarter of an hour later, five hundred and seventy!
585 Nine Hundred Ninety Six Hundred Twenty Six Hundred Forty
Almost every quarter of an hour, the score behind that name would change, and its ranking on the Sword-fighting Scoreboard would rise again and again.
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