Xuanji touched the wound on the top of her head. It was numb there, and she didn't feel it. Although it was bleeding a little, it didn't hurt at all.
She showed the bead flower in her palm, "Maybe it was split on the bead flower, so I'm fine..."
Du Minxing shook his head and was about to speak. Suddenly he heard the voice of the people on the ring agitated. Several people turned their heads together, but saw Brother Duanping lying on the ground. The clothes all over his body seemed to have been burned by fire, black and torn. The person was not seriously injured, but fainted, and would not wake up for a while.
The doctors in the infield took his pulse, and the young disciples below had a lingering fear, some cursed, some sighed, and even more hot-tempered, grabbing the Wutong next to him and going to beat him.
The Wutong was grabbed to be beaten, and he smiled and didn't care. Seeing that his fist was about to fall to his face, the elder Huanyang suddenly shouted: "Stop! All retreat from the ring! Don't be presumptuous!"
Many disciples of the Shaoyang faction were unwilling to do so, but they did not dare to defy their orders, so they had to let him go, muttering to the ground. The elder Huanyang sullenly, squatted down and looked at his beloved disciple first, and confirmed that he was okay. Then he raised his head, his eyes flashed across Wutong's face.
"Young people, actually know how to use the Five Thunders. Dotting the valley really hides the dragon and the tiger." He said coldly, "In this game, Shaoyang loses, Dotting wins!" Wutong smiled nonchalantly, gave him a slap, and was about to step down amidst the cheers of the disciples of Dotting Valley. Don't prevent Elder Huanyang from behind, "Wait!"
He turned his head and said with a smile, "Master, what else can I advise? The younger generation listens very well." On these occasions, according to the etiquette, he should call him the elder Huanyang. That sir is really disrespectful. Not only did Yu Lei's face change under the stage, but even the master Rong Gu, who is Dotting Valley's owner, didn't look good, and he secretly shook his head.
Elder Huanyang, Haocheng Mansion, stared at him for a while, saying, "It is gratifying for young people to have this achievement, but the Five Thunders Dafa is a killer move, with a brutal force. It is unavoidable to make a big fuss on this occasion. Fortunately, you have converged, otherwise, what about hurting people off the court?" Wu Tong snorted, "All the people present are cultivators, so naturally they can dodge. If someone is injured, it is only to blame for his poor academic skills, not the fault of the younger generation."
Huanyang said coldly: "The original intention of the Hairpin Conference is not to let young disciples kill, but to stop. I hope you will be cautious in using the Five Thunders enchantment in the future."
Wutong shrugged his shoulders, without comment, jumped off the stage and left.
"Hey, Xuanji..." Linglong hugged her and whispered bitterly to her, " she whispered around and scolded her for not being good at her skills.
"No, no more..." Xuan Ji knew that she always liked to make troubles, "I really don't know how to learn martial arts, can't avoid the sky thunder... Don't blame him."
"That's not what I said." Du Minxing, who has always been a good man, was also angry this time, frowning his brows tightly. "The hairpin conference is a friendly contest that ends, but he won with a killer move. This is not a victory. And it hurts the innocent people in the audience. This is definitely not the act of fraternity by the cultivators!"
Linglong hated: "Yes! And it hurt my sister, I must chop him off!"
Zhong Minyan saw that she was about to move, he hurriedly grabbed him, and whispered: "What can you do? How are you going to fight with him? Master and the others will settle this matter, we can't interfere!"
Linglong stomped anxiously: "Little six will you stop saying frustrating things! Could it be that he is the only one in the world who can use spells! Hmph, so will I! See who knows more spells!"
"Even if you are better with spells, you can't beat him."
Yu Sifeng's voice suddenly came from the side, and Xuanji turned around hurriedly, but saw him standing not far away, his face pale, but his eyes were gentle, looking at the bandage on her head with pity.
"Ah, Si Feng..." She yelled, and suddenly remembered that when she was struck by lightning, someone called her.
"I, I'm fine." She stammered, "It doesn't hurt or itchy, and it doesn't faint. It just bleeds a little... That person's thunder is not powerful..."
Yu Sifeng shook his head, walked over to look at her injuries, his eyes were cold, and he whispered: "He actually hurt you."