"Did the elder really say that?" Yu Ling couldn't help but feel slightly surprised when he heard Zhou Sheng's retelling. He thought that in this fanatical competitive atmosphere, the elders of the academy would persuade him to give it a try at all costs, but he didn't.

Thinking that this elder, whom he didn't know at all, was more concerned about his physical condition, Yu Ling couldn't help but feel a warm feeling.

"Although everyone is very reluctant, we don't want you to get hurt because of this, so let's forget it. In the end, it's all my fault." Zhou Sheng said with great regret.

"It's okay, I finally didn't draw Chun Gufeng directly."

"Aling, are you still in the mood to joke... I know you must be angry with me, so you might as well just scold me or even beat me..." Zhou Sheng was already blaming himself and feeling guilty.

"Am I that boring? It would be unreasonable for me to blame you for something like this that is purely based on luck." Yu Ling shook her head helplessly.

"But……"

"Okay, no more nonsense, I'll pack up and go to the martial arts field."

Zhou Sheng couldn't help but look at him blankly: "What? You still want to compete? Aling, don't work so hard, didn't I just say..."

He stopped abruptly in the middle of his words, because Yu Ling in front of him took off the gauze belt and changed into clean clothes. Except for his face being slightly pale, he could hardly tell

What's the difference from before?

"You, you, you..." Zhou Sheng was completely petrified on the spot, and his brain was still stuck on the scene of Yu Ling's body covered with blood and scars three days ago. At least he clearly remembered that there was a long and narrow wound on Yu Ling's left hand that penetrated half of the body.

An arm, but looking at it now, it is as smooth as before, with only a shallow concave white mark at most, showing a color that is not the same as the surrounding skin.

"Let's go." Yu Ling strode out of the courtyard without giving Zhou Sheng any time to recover.

It wasn't until he entered the martial arts arena that Zhou Sheng put away his weird expression, but there was still a bit of disbelief in his heart. Who could have imagined that when everyone thought Yu Ling was injured and unable to fight anymore, he actually

Is it almost healed? Those people who are gloating about the misfortune will definitely stop laughing later.

"Next game, No. 444 vs. No. 1792." The referee of this martial arts arena is the elder of the Seven Stars Palace. After subconsciously reading from the list, he suddenly realized the people represented by these two numbers and couldn't help but gloating.

: "Academy, tell me, are your people coming to compete?"

The surrounding academy disciples looked at each other in astonishment, and could only stare at each other speechlessly. Especially when they saw Jing Yue, dressed in white, floating on the stage without any trace of fireworks, the suffocating feeling of powerlessness became even stronger.

Just looking at the surface, this soft and frail young man in white doesn't look like the ruthless senior brother of Wuxuanmen at the center of the rumors. Even many people can't help but light up when they see him for the first time, feeling a sense of unease.

Beautiful and stunning

, her eyebrows as light as a crescent moon, bright eyes as bright as stars and bright moon, red lips, teeth as white as cream, no matter how you look at it, she is a graceful and peerless beauty. If you remove the very unruly Adam's apple on your neck, everything will be perfect.

It's really perfect.

Even Yu Ling did not expect that this young man who was said to have hundreds of lives under his hands would look so weak and harmless to humans and animals. It can be seen that it is indeed the experience of the ancients to say that people should not be judged by their appearance.

However, when he reaches this level, he can naturally feel the hidden and dangerous energy of the other party. It feels like a cold and poisonous snake lurking in the dark. When you relax your vigilance, it will suddenly come out and give you some help.

Your fatal blow.

Jingyue seemed to have sensed Yu Ling's gaze, and her eyes, as soft as spring water, turned slightly and then fixed on him, showing a bit of doubt and inquiry.

But when he saw Yu Ling on the martial arts field, his doubts turned into relief, and he returned to his calm and calm appearance. He just said softly and with a bit of fun: "It seems that your injury is healed."

If it’s all right, then I don’t have to regret it.”

The noisy venue suddenly became silent. Not many people noticed Yu Ling before he came on the stage. After all, not many people knew his face, and everyone subconsciously thought that he would not come. Unexpectedly, at this critical moment,

At this critical moment, Yu Ling really appeared here, and... why didn't he look injured at all? Is that a lie?

The elder referee's expression couldn't help but freeze for a moment. He looked Yu Ling up and down, as if he wanted to see a flower on his face. However, the fact before him was that this kid had used some weird means. It was true.

The injury was indeed completely healed, but how many days had it been? Tian Nan was still lying in the room without waking up, but he had already continued to compete vigorously. Why is there such a big gap?!

If I had to use six words to describe the mood of everyone watching the game, it would be - this is absolutely unscientific!

"Elder, can we start?" Jing Yue asked politely and softly. Her voice was soft and soft like a shy and pretty beauty. Anyway, Yu Ling felt awkward listening to it. She always felt that the opponent in front of her should really be

Senior Sister Wu Xuanmen is the most appropriate.

Of course, this does not mean that he will underestimate the opponent in front of him. In fact, the spiritual power in his body has already begun to operate, and it has been pushed for more than sixty weeks.

"Oh, yes." The elder referee of the Seven Stars Palace finally came to his senses, and he couldn't help but secretly curse in his heart. It would be better if we do it again and both sides will suffer losses. We can't just let the Seven Stars Palace suffer.

"Start!" He took a deep breath and spoke loudly. Before he could finish his words, Jing Yue's figure had disappeared from everyone's sight, and the place became empty at some point.

"Dang!" Before everyone could react, a crisp explosion had already spread throughout the entire venue, and then two figures passed each other like ghosts, each changing directions and retreating dozens of meters away.

Yu Ling's right hand holding the knife has begun to tremble slightly, purely because the impact just now was too hard. This young man who looks weak and can be bullied is actually a person with natural supernatural power. Otherwise, according to the information, a bone refiner

It is impossible for a peak warrior to have such domineering and arrogant power, which made him, a cultivator in the late stage of bone refining, almost unable to withstand it.

On the contrary, Jingyue's eyes were filled with excited flames, as if all the blood in his body began to boil and burn. He was completely different from the gentle and frail look he had just now, because a substantial murderous aura had wrapped around him.

It blended with the spiritual power he exuded, and permeated with the cold air, as if he was stepping on a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, paving the road with bones.

"What a pleasure!"

Before the words were spoken, Jingyue's figure disappeared in front of Yuling's eyes again, making it difficult for him to predict where the other party had gone. This was obviously a special spiritual skill practiced by Jingyue, although it was not as invisible as

Such a magical effect, but when he moves at high speed, it is difficult to grasp his forward trajectory.

At a certain moment, a cold and murderous aura slowly approached, and it seemed that some sharp and cold object was pressing on Yu Ling's neck, but in fact there was nothing in front of Yu Ling's eyes.

Although countless reaction sensitivity tests have brought him psychological shadow for a long time, they have also trained him to be sharper than his thinking. Just like at this moment, even if his nerves are still a little unable to react, his body is still unable to react.

Already one step ahead, slightly staggered by half a meter.

The next moment, an icy cold light swept across his neck, and the torn air stung his skin. However, because Yu Ling's physical fitness was already in the realm of bone refining, it was not so fragile that it would crack.

Make a bloody trail.

Yu Ling has no doubt that if he had been a little slower, he would have been dead and in a different place at this moment. Maybe to others this is just an ordinary competition, but to a lunatic like Jing Yue, maybe there is only a difference between life and death in this world.
Chapter completed!