By the time Zhou Sheng came back excitedly to tell Yu Ling the good news, Yu Ling had already taken off most of the gauze on her body, and the rest was more of a show-off. Although it was said that if he used too much force, the wound would still open, but he

There is no hindrance between actions, and this recovery speed will definitely scare a large number of people to death.

"What's wrong, you're so happy?" Yu Ling looked at Zhou Sheng in surprise, who was overly excited when he broke in through the door.

"Aling, you have a bye, you can have one more day of rest!" Zhou Sheng was so happy that he was dancing for joy.

"What a coincidence?" Yu Ling couldn't help but was slightly startled, and at the same time couldn't help but start to wonder, if Lingyun Pavilion was allowed to engage in the lottery industry, maybe Zhou Sheng would be able to win the first prize, right?

"Uh... ahem, actually I didn't draw the one, it was someone I didn't know who secretly gave me the bye draw..." Zhou Sheng finally resisted telling others the truth, but he didn't like Yu Ling.

It is necessary to hide it.

After hearing him describe the young man's appearance, Yu Ling immediately thought of Xu Che. It seemed that she owed someone else a favor unknowingly. As a friend, Xu Che was quite loyal.

"Well, I understand." Yu Ling secretly remembered this matter in his heart and didn't say much. After Zhou Sheng left, he returned to the quiet room to continue his meditation. Perhaps for others, it is better to function during the injury.

Spiritual power can easily affect wounds, but his meridians have undergone heavy

After shaping, he is already several times tougher than ordinary people, and due to the special nature of Daoyuan Jue, the more spiritual power circulates, the more conducive it is to warming and healing injuries. Combined with the mysterious air flow in the jade pendant, it is definitely twice the result with half the effort, otherwise he would never be able to survive.

I recovered completely within two days.

Of course, the top-grade Yuling Ointment and Qingqiong Pill sent by Meng Qingyun also played a big role, and the remaining medicinal power also strengthened his physique, making his state in the later stages of bone refining more stable.

Now he has one more day to recuperate, which is the icing on the cake not to mention providing help in times of need. When he reappears at the martial arts arena tomorrow, I am afraid it will give many people a big surprise.

…

In the early morning of the fourth day, the knockout competition has officially entered the third round. There are still more than 520 people participating, the weakest among them are in the middle stage of Tongxuan, and none of them are simple characters.

"Line up in order and come one by one to draw lots. Don't make a mess."

After the elders gave the usual instructions, they suddenly found a young man who was still in the Qi-nurturing realm coming in front of them. He couldn't help but frown slightly and said: "Non-participants, please don't cause trouble."

Zhou Sheng quickly gave a simple explanation, but it instantly attracted a lot of attention from around him. You must know that this round also has a bye draw, this guy won't be lucky enough to draw again, right?

Although Zhou Sheng couldn't help but have the same expectation, it was unlikely that such small-probability events would happen one after another, let alone the last time it all relied on the friendly help of a kind-hearted person.

He glanced at the number on the wooden sign in his hand and asked Fang Shu in a low voice: "Hey, who is the number 1792?"

"I'll help you..." Fang Shu was just halfway through speaking subconsciously when his whole body froze. It took him a long time to resist the urge to jump and lowered his voice desperately: "Is there anything wrong?! Are you sure?

Is it number 1792? Bring it to me and see!"

When he saw the distinct four-digit numbers on the wooden sign, Fang Shu gave up completely. It took him a long time to squeeze out a smile that was uglier than crying: "Xiao Sheng, Xiao Sheng...how do you want me to say how good you are?"

, did you spend all your luck on yesterday’s lottery? Why did you bump into this great master at the beginning of the show today..."

Zhou Sheng couldn't help but have a bad premonition: "The numbers of more than 1,700... must be people from Wuxuan Sect. Are you going to tell me that the person I drew is their senior brother?"

…”

"Your answer is so correct, I give you 100 points..."

Zhou Sheng was struck by lightning in an instant. He wished he could have his hand chopped off. If he had known, he should have asked Yu Ling to come over and draw lots. But now, Jing Yue, the senior brother of Wu Xuan Sect, is the third-ranked master in this exchange competition.

, don’t look at this

His name is feminine, but he belongs to the Wuxuanmen Law Enforcement Hall. He has at least 800 lives in his hands. He is definitely a master who kills without blinking an eye. Even the most favored Chun Gufeng will have to fight against him.

Keep your spirits up.

Such a person...I'm afraid Yu Ling may not be able to win if he meets him at his peak state, not to mention that his injuries are not all healed now, right?

At this moment, Zhou Sheng had the urge to throw away the wooden sign and try again. However, the elder of Qixing Palace who was standing in front saw that his expression was wrong and immediately said in a nonchalant manner: "What are you doing standing there? Hurry up and hand over the wooden sign."

Ah, don’t you still want to secretly switch to another one?”

Under the cold and sharp gaze of the elder of the Seven Star Hall, Zhou Sheng was so nervous that his palms were sweating. However, under such a situation of being stared at closely, it was impossible for him to play any tricks. In the end, he could only be unwilling to do anything.

I willingly handed over the wooden sign.

"Oh? No. 1792, what's so special about this?" The elder of Qixing Palace grabbed it and looked at Zhou Sheng's ugly face with great interest.

The elder of Wuxuanmen next to him reacted quickly and said: "Eh? Isn't this Jingyue's kid? This is really good luck... Ahem, I didn't say anything."

Facing the murderous gaze of the college dean, he decisively chose to remain silent. Anyway, let's just have fun with this kind of thing. Although Yu Ling was originally a very threatening opponent, he was so seriously injured before.

, how could it be possible to recover completely within three days? This is just to give points to our Jingyue.

The elders of the Seven Star Hall couldn't help but gloat about their misfortune. They picked up a brush and filled out the battle list without giving the Academy a chance to repent. In fact, they couldn't openly repent.

There was an uproar all around. Compared to the academy disciples who looked like mourning their heirs, the other three sects looked extremely happy. If they hadn't been concerned about the existence of the academy elder, they might have laughed outright.

However, the elder of the Seven Star Palace used the crowd taunting skill without any scruples: "Calculate the time, Yu Ling's battle should be in an hour. You should go and ask his opinion quickly. If he is too seriously injured and is unwilling to participate in the battle, you can also

Give us a reply as soon as possible to avoid wasting time. Don’t worry, it’s understandable since he is a sick and wounded patient after all, no one will think that he is specifically afraid of Jingyue.”

The dean of the college hated his superfluous last sentence, but there was nothing he could do. He had to pull Zhou Sheng over and said, "How is Yu Ling's situation?"

Zhou Sheng said weakly: "I'm not sure. When I saw him yesterday, he was still wrapped in many gauze ribbons. I'm afraid..."
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