Under the arena, Wu Hou wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, bent down and bowed to Lu Xun again, bowed, and then turned around and walked back to the challenger's ranks.

Lu Xun looked at his back and felt thoughtful.

"According to the plot of the previous life, this Wuhou may not come to the Demon Sect to challenge it."

"He must have heard of my name of being born with a sword, and decided to come here to ask for advice."

After all, according to the normal trajectory, Lin Chan only joined the Demon Sect at the end of this year. Therefore, at this time, except for Yan Li, who was in the dead, the Demon Sect did not have a natural sword fetus.

The natural sword fetus is very attractive to the sword madman Wu Hou, the sword madman.

"It seems that it is a butterfly effect again." Lu Xun said in his heart.

I don’t know if this will have an impact on the life of this descendant of Jianchi?

Maybe there is a little bit?

You should know that according to the memories of the previous life, I have never heard of Marquis of Jianchi in the previous life.

Even though he had already tried his best in the kendo...

At this moment, the back mountain of the Demon Sect, outside the small study.

The gentleman sat lazily on the wooden chair, like an old man basking in the warm sun.

The third senior brother Zhuge Laifu was brewing tea leaves and said while making tea: "I don't know if my junior brother is a little uncomfortable with this kind of occasion for the first time."

"I think he is used to it very much!" The gentleman said angrily.

It turned out that the gentleman was also sensing the situation that happened on the scene.

However, in previous years, the husband has never been interested in the outer competition. For some reason, he is paying attention to it silently this time?

Zhuge Laifu smiled and began to pour tea for his husband.

The gentleman took a sip of hot tea and suddenly whispered: "I have a good heart, but this talent is really bad."

"Sir, who are you talking about?" Zhuge Laifu asked.

The gentleman put down the teacup and said, "I didn't even expect that the sword pool would have a successor. Well... he looks quite likable."

If other audience members on Wu Feng heard this sentence, they would probably feel speechless.

Wu Hou's rough skin that had been exposed to countless winds and suns was unable to nourish it until it returned to normal.

Coupled with his deep head-up pattern and a slightly dull temperament...

This is just ugly, so ugly that it is ordinary.

Zhuge Laifu naturally knew what his so-called "likable" would look like.

For example... Zhuge Laifu himself is like this.

Perhaps it was because he thought Wu Hou was pleasing, or perhaps because of other reasons, the gentleman half closed his eyes and carefully examined his physique.

After doing this, he picked up the teacup, and gently patted the well-protruded orchid fingers on the wall of the cup, and a drop of water jumped.

The gentleman stretched out his left hand and gently tapped the water droplet. The small water droplet seemed to have become a small world, with light flowing in it, but there was no rule at all.

With a thought, the drop of water disappeared in a blink of an eye and flew quickly towards Yan Wufeng.

"Swoosh--"

The water droplets passed over the people on the platform.

Today, the outer sect of the Demon Sect has a large number of great practitioners above the sixth realm, but they all seem to be unaware of this sudden drop of water.

No one, including Shen Yan, a practitioner in the eighth level, found this drop of water flying from the back mountain.

The water droplets flew over the high platform and came to Wuhou's side.

"Click!"

The sound was very light, like a drop of rain falling on his clothes.

In fact, this drop of water penetrated into Wu Hou's body in an instant.

"Puff--!" Wu Hou suddenly sprayed another mouthful of blood.

This time, it sprayed very hard, and it splashed on the sword cultivator standing beside him.

The next moment, Wu Hou's eyes went dark and he fainted!

No one noticed it, and he himself hadn't discovered it yet, a meridian in his body...

——It’s wrong!

...

...

When a meridian changes, the impact it can bring is actually limited.

The gentleman added a piece of charcoal to the person in the snow, but only one piece was added.

And whether this will bring changes to his life is actually beyond my reach.

The same is one point, nineteen points plus one point, but only twenty points. Fifty-nine points plus one point means sixty passing. Ninety-nine points plus one point means one hundred full points!

It depends on himself.

At this moment, Lu Xun was the most confused person on the scene.

"Damn, I just started so hard?" He looked down at his right hand, a little confused.

"I obviously stayed my power, he was obviously just slightly injured. Why is he still in a coma now?"

Lu Xun looked up at the sky and wanted to say, "It has nothing to do with me when he faints!"

It feels a bit embarrassing!

Wu Hou, who was "seriously injured and unconscious", was soon taken away from the scene by the disciples of the Demon Sect and carried it down to take pills to treat it.

Nowadays, many people's eyes at Lu Xun have changed directly.

Unless he is a fool, he can see that Lu Xun must have kept his hand.

But under such circumstances, a sword cultivator who had already understood the sword intent failed to hold on in the end and was seriously injured and fell into a coma.

I think... this is because of the gap in sword intent grade!

The uncle of the Demon Sect, is so terrifying!

In addition, the sixteen sword cultivators were already secretly grateful that if they had faced the sword just now, they might have been themselves.

The duel between the sword cultivators was over, but Lu Xun did not rush to return to the high platform, but continued to stand in the center of the ring, with a warm smile on his face, looked around the rest of the challengers and said:

"But there is someone to challenge?"

The magnetic sound was low but gentle. Those who didn't know thought it was a high-quality idol and asked the fans again: "Are there anyone else to take a photo?"

With so many challengers, the only one who just came on the field was just a sword cultivator who wanted to challenge Lu Xun. Originally, there must be other people in the team who wanted to challenge.

But Lu Xun's performance just now was too terrifying. If he fought against the seventeenth post, you would jump out and say that I would challenge him, and he would look like a jumping clown.

On the high platform, Xiao Ran, who was sitting on the chair, grabbed her dress tightly with both hands. She really wanted to come to the scene and ask Uncle Lu for some advice.

"Ah, I feel so uncomfortable!" She patted her poor and extremely evil chest, calming down her fighting mood.

This does not comply with the rules and is likely to be punished by the master.

She glanced at her master secretly and found that Zhao Suihan's eyes at Lu Xun were already full of maternal glory.

This "mother fan" has completely fascinated Lu Xun, and is just a fan circle slogan like "Lu Bao is safe and you will be with you forever."

Next, Lu Xun asked three times in a row:

"But there is someone to challenge?"

The scene was silent and no one answered.

No one dares to answer.
Chapter completed!