Countless sword energies surged, forcing the five onlookers to retreat a distance.
Feng Xinglan and Pei Su both had many sword wounds on their bodies.
All this discussion lasted for ten hours.
During this period, it also attracted many gods to come and watch.
And these gods were unfamiliar to them.
But they all gathered together and chatted.
One of the gods wondered, "Return to the Ming Realm? Why have I never heard of the Guiming Realm?"
Another Fu Shen said: "Ah? Haven't you heard of the Guiming Realm? I haven't heard of the Three Thousand Realms."
"No way, you haven't even heard of the Three Thousand Worlds?" The god who spoke just now said in shock. Who doesn't know that the Three Thousand Worlds were created by the God of Heaven?
Seeing that the two gods were about to argue over this, Mo Jing stepped in to smooth things over, saying, "Is it strange that they don't know each other? It just means our experience isn't deep enough!"
The two gods frowned when they heard this. They wanted to say something in rebuttal, but their thoughts were quickly distracted by Mo Jing.
Mo Jing talked to them about life.
Yu Qiu, Xiao Zechuan and Yu Changying, who heard all their conversations, became suspicious.
It is not surprising that they are all newly-promoted gods and do not know the various worlds outside the heavens.
But these two gods seem to have been in Tianwai Tian for a long time. How could they not know about the situation in Tianwai Tian?
Several people calmly suppressed their doubts.
At this moment, the competition between Feng Xinglan and Pei Su was nearing its end.
"Thank you." Feng Xinglan put away his sword and bowed.
Pei Su nodded slightly at him in return.
Feng Xinglan won the sparring match.
"Lan won!" Mo Jing immediately stood up and nodded with satisfaction.
When Zhuge Youlin saw that Pei Su had lost, he was surprised and a little bit incredulous.
Pei Su actually lost? !
Pei Su's face turned pale. He put his hand over his injured chest. Blood oozed out, staining his fingers red.
Xiao Zechuan, Zhuge Youlin, and Yu Changying walked quickly to Pei Su's side.
"Pei Su..."
"His swordsmanship is better than mine." Pei Su raised his eyelids and said with pursed lips.
The opponent's swordsmanship and sword intent have been tempered to the extreme.
He could feel the other party's love and desire for kendo, otherwise he would not have suddenly asked him to have a sparring match with him.
He felt ashamed of himself for this.
Yu Changying said softly, "Brother Pei Su, it's okay. One day, your swordsmanship will surely be better than his."
Pei Su's lips curled slightly, and a smile appeared on his face. "Don't comfort me. I'm not sad. On the contrary, I'm quite happy."
It's not shameful to be defeated by a sword master.
From the sparring, he also comprehended the core of kendo.
Seeing that he was not discouraged, Zhuge Youlin gave up trying to comfort him and said directly, "Take off your clothes, I will bandage you!"
Pei Su nodded.
Xiao Zechuan and Yu Changying looked at each other, and then almost at the same time looked at the man in white not far away.
Feng Xinglan's white clothes were stained red with blood. There were sword wounds on his shoulder blade and abdomen. His lips were slightly pale, but he stood straight, like an evergreen tree that would never fall.
After putting away the sword in his hand, he took out a bottle of pills from the storage space, opened the bottle cap, and was about to drink it in one gulp.
"Lan, please save some money." Yu Qiu's voice came faintly.
Feng Xinglan froze, his lips moved a few times, then he carefully poured out a pill from the pill bottle and swallowed it.
Mo Jing walked closer and said, "Lan, you really lived up to our expectations."
Feng Xinglan took out the powder for treating external injuries and said, "I heard you guys place your bets."
"yes."
"Give me half." Feng Xinglan stuffed the powder directly into Mo Jing's hand and asked him to apply medicine and bandage him.
Mo Jing was stunned. "When did you become so smart?"
Feng Xinglan raised his eyes indifferently and glanced at him.
"That's nonsense."
Mo Jing: “…” again.
Yu Qiu also came over and said, "This time we're betting on a divine weapon, not money. However, this divine weapon is a divine sword. Do you want it?"
Upon hearing this, Feng Xinglan touched the sword hanging at his waist with his fingers and shook his head.
"I have a sword."
What's more, this sword was made by Yu Qiu himself, and it is more convenient to use than the Tingfeng Sword.
"Then I'll keep it." Yu Qiu chuckled.
Feng Xinglan: "Yeah."
Mo Jing had already applied medicine to Feng Xinglan, and then bandaged him casually, which looked very unpresentable.
Feng Xinglan frowned slightly.
Mo Jing understood his disdain and said, "If you dislike it, bandage it yourself."
Feng Xinglan: “…”
Soon, the seven people gathered together.
Yu Changying handed the magic sword he had refined to Yu Qiu.
Yu Qiu drew his sword directly. The sword tip was sharp and carried a chilling aura. It was a very spiritual sword.
There was a hint of appreciation in Yu Qiu's eyes.
Yu Changying smiled and said, "Brother Yu Qiu, what do you think of the divine sword I refined?"
"Very good." Yu Qiu put the sword back into the scabbard.
Suddenly at this moment——
Yu Qiu seemed to sense something and turned his head to look over.
I saw a girl in red and a boy with a high ponytail coming side by side.
"Zheng Zheng, A Yin." Yu Qiu's eyes were filled with a genuine smile, his enchanting shoulders became even more beautiful, and he unconsciously curled up the corners of his lips.
"Brother Qiu, Brother Lan, Brother Jing!" Mu Yin waved at them excitedly.
Zhuge Youlin also recognized them both.
He couldn't help but ask Mo Jing, "Could these two be your companions again?"
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