Chapter 77: As a formation flower, is she a member of the Xuanyuntian formation camp?

Xie Tingyu dragged Hua You away right under his nose, without even a single warning.

Ximen Huairen felt like he had punched cotton and felt uncomfortable all over.

Xie Tingyu had not informed Hua You before, and Hua You herself was caught off guard. Now Xie Tingyu let go of her wrist, still holding Tian Xing Chi Xiao in one hand, and looked back at her, "Fortunately this talisman worked, otherwise we would have been seriously injured if not eliminated. We still have to outsmart them."

Hua You lowered her eyes to look at her hand that was injured by the sword energy. Blood was oozing out from the knuckles. The blood slowly flowed down the body of Tian Xing Chi Xiao's sword. A blood-red mist appeared on the body of Tian Xing Chi Xiao's sword.

It adds a bit of brutality, like a ferocious beast about to break out of its cage, revealing its sharp teeth and claws.

However, Xie Tingyu seemed unaware, and her bright peach blossom eyes reflected vigilance. Hua You looked at her and raised her hand to touch hers.

Tianxing Chixiao was the first to notice Hua You's action and sent out a sword energy. Xie Tingyu blocked Hua You with his other hand, and a bloody mark deep enough to see the bone was carved on the palm of his hand.

But the flesh-eroding nature of the Heavenly Red Sky Sword did not manifest itself on her body. Xie Tingyu clenched her hands and blood dripped down.

The Heavenly Red Sky Sword Spirit was like a child who had made a mistake. The calmer Xie Tingyu was, the more likely it was that he was calm before the storm.

The shadow of the sword spirit swayed cautiously beside Xie Tingyu, and even the violent aura just now was completely restrained.

Hua You didn't expect Xie Tingyu to get hurt again because of her. She looked guilty and said, "I'm sorry. I just wanted to see the injury on your hand. I didn't want to hurt you again."

Her blue shirt was stained with mud and water when she was fighting with the black-clad cultivator. Xie Tingyu hesitated for a moment, and waited until the wound on her hand gradually stopped bleeding before she poured water from her storage ring to wash her hands, and then took out a clean towel to wipe them.

Hua You didn't even blink as the wound was brushed past, staring at Xie Tingyu, her usually sharp claws retracted and hung obediently at her sides.

Xie Tingyu remained calm and observed Huayou's expression and behavior out of the corner of his eye. Compared to the first time they met, Huayou was now naturally less wary of Xie Tingyu.

Guilt may say that she is a good person, but Huayou even started doing things that she didn't need to do.

For example, before leaving, he left a stack of pillows and plates for Xie Tingyu to save her life.

Hua You held a bow and arrow in her hand, turned her head to look at Xie Tingyu, pursed her lips worriedly, and set up a formation around Xie Tingyu to make sure she was well protected and her whereabouts would not be revealed before she prepared to leave with the bow and arrow.

However, she suddenly stopped, glanced at Xie Tingyu, and took out a jade plate from her arms, on which was clearly written the word "备". The word "备" was the same, but the jade plate was different. Hua You's jade plate was the Xuanyuntian Camp.

Xie Tingyu raised the corners of his lips and looked up at her, sitting calmly in the formation without any other unnecessary expressions.

It seems that he doesn't care about the fact that Hua You is from the Xuanyuntian camp.

"As you said just now, there is another person ambushing behind those two people, but his cultivation is a little weaker. Just in case, I will go and get rid of that person first." Hua You narrowed his eyes, put his fingers on the bow and arrow, and turned his head.

Looking at the back of Hua You's head which was determined to die, Xie Tingyu moved the fingers of her hands which were wrapped in handkerchiefs. Hua You pulled out many handkerchiefs and pills and applied the medicine and bandaged them on her fingers, fearing that if she missed a finger, the wound would not heal.

"Remember to use the things I stuffed into your hands." Xie Tingyu raised her tightly wrapped hands and waved them.

Hua You paused for a moment, picked up the bow and arrow, and stepped out, "Okay."

Xie Tingyu was not sure whether she would come back or not. After all, from this point of view, she was from the Xuanyuntian camp, although she had fought with Ximen Huairen and others not long ago.

But Xie Tingyu always thought this was strange.

Hua You even took out her ID card, why did she still think that Hua You was from Xilin Huanlou?

It's just a gut feeling.

Xie Tingyu smiled and lowered her eyes to look at her hands. The handkerchief on them loosened instantly and she stretched her hands out from inside. Her knuckles were slender and her skin was fair, without any signs of injury.

Xie Tingyu raised his hand and patted Tianxing Chixiao. The sword spirit of Tianxing Chixiao swayed for a moment, then turned into a red glow and returned to the sword body.

Wen Zhiyu stood straight, his eyes fixed on Xie Tingyu without shifting a step, his gaze fixed on her cunning face.

Wen Zhi hugged her arms, one of her hands suddenly curled up, and a piercing pain came from her palm.

How could she be so stupid as to hurt herself in order to let Huayou down?

His expression was calm, without the gentle look he had at the beginning. After arguing for a few words with Song Changyue and others, Ge Teng's eldest disciple turned around and saw Wen Zhiyu walking away from their quarrel. He was quietly looking at the picture on the photo stone, looking particularly indifferent.

He was also exceptionally calm, completely different from people like them who spoke and behaved impulsively.

"What are you doing?"

"After all, we are not at fault, so why bother about these arguments?" Wen Zhiyu sneered, his voice gentle, "No matter what the final result is, we, Xuan Yuntian, will not suffer any loss."

Xie Tingyu is currently in the Xilin Huanlou camp. Since she entered the final round, even if she was the first to be eliminated, she still made a contribution. She is the hero of Xilin Huanlou's victory.

Xuan Yuntian won, and she herself was a member of Xuan Yuntian.

All we can say is that she didn't suffer any loss on either side.

After realizing what Wen Zhiyu meant, Song Changyue's expression instantly darkened, losing a lot of his elegance, as if his gentleness had been washed away by his temper.

Complex emotions were reflected on her face, with a hint of tearing.

"Is this person from the Xuanyuntian camp?" Song Changyue suddenly asked, obviously referring to Hua You.

Wen Zhiyu did not say anything, but Ge Teng's irritable disciple answered first, "This person took Xuan Yuntian's ID card. The ID card is correct, but the person is wrong."

His face was filled with sarcasm, "Could it be that you all don't see that this person has done something to herself?"

"An illusion is an illusion, but it feels very strange. Why is that?" The eldest disciple under Yuhua's seat had a look of obvious confusion on his face.

Wen Zhiyu smiled and said, "Because this is a formation, not a spell."

"Use your body as a formation? This formation is extremely dangerous. Ordinary people will either die or be injured if they try it. I'm afraid this person is not an ordinary casual cultivator?" Although the eldest disciple Ge Teng was irritable, he also had some experience. He knew that even if this formation was spread to the public, almost no one would dare to try it.

If one is not careful, one will be entangled in the formation and destroy oneself from the inside out, ultimately meeting a tragic end with one's soul torn apart.

Song Changyue's expression was much calmer at this time, and her brows were slightly furrowed.

Song Changyue is indeed good-looking, and her every glance and smile seems to add color to the world.

"Brother Song's spells have backfired by overusing them. It would be better for him to return to basics." Wen Zhiyu remained calm and said in a flat tone.

When the other four were unable to react to what he meant, Song Changyue was the first one to understand what Wen Zhiyu said.

He was mocking her, and the words sounded incomprehensible, but they were actually a reference to the magic she used to enhance her appearance.

Song Changyue clenched his fingers and snorted coldly, "As expected, one still has to see someone in person to appreciate their true character."

"Of course, looks alone can't support everything, let alone without looks?" Wen Zhiyu's words were particularly poisonous. On the surface, he was talking about himself, but in fact he was mocking Song Changyue.

Song Changyue was so angry that his teeth itched, but he had no way to deal with Wen Zhiyu.

With tears in her eyes and a pitiful look, she cried under the gaze of the crowd, and her soft and aggrieved words "reappeared in the world": "Friend Wen, I have never been good at speaking. I don't know what I said to anger you, but it doesn't matter. Maybe I have always been like this, but I didn't realize it myself."

"Well, it's really not a good thing to lack self-awareness." Wen Zhi and Leng Mo nodded.

Senior Disciple Ge Teng and Senior Disciple Yuhua looked at each other and shrugged their shoulders. This man's ideas have always been weird. Although he is a well-known gentle man on the Fenghua List, people who have seen Wen Zhiyou's true temperament would definitely not dare to associate the word "gentle" with Wen Zhiyou.

Perhaps it is difficult for ordinary people to understand the thoughts of geniuses, and they can never guess Wen Zhiyu's thoughts.

For example, today, I have been staring at the photo stone from the very beginning, and it does not move despite wind and rain.

Except for Song Changyue's sarcastic remarks about Xie Tingyu.

I've never seen Wen Zhiyu care about someone so much. This kind of expression and reaction should be caring, right?

Ge Teng's eldest disciple didn't understand.

Yuhua's eldest disciple didn't understand.

Ge Teng and Yuhua were even more confused.

"What is he doing?" Ge Teng frowned and turned to ask Yun Heng in a rough voice.

Yun Heng grabbed a handful of white hair and said, "I am an old man..." He turned his head to look at Situ You, "My dear disciple, what are you doing?"

"This is hatred." Situ You touched his chin and said solemnly.

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt a sharp shock on his head, and Situ You's head suddenly nodded down. He turned back in confusion and just saw Shi Yun retract her hand.

Shiyun sneered, "This is to look at the expression of the person you love, do you understand?"

"I don't understand, so why do you hit me?" Situ You sighed and changed the subject abruptly under Shi Yun's gaze, "Look, Hua You has taken action."

Hua You was sitting on the treetop holding a bow and arrow.

With one foot hanging casually and spiritual power surging on his body, Hua You raised his hand and pulled the string. A scorching spiritual power arrow appeared out of thin air, stirring the surrounding air and causing it to surge with hot waves.

Hua You's expression was calm, veins bulged on his forehead, and a drop of sweat slowly flowed down. When it was about to fall into his eyes, Hua You blinked, the string broke to the extreme, the bow and arrow made an unbearable buzzing sound, and his hand suddenly loosened.

The spiritual arrow broke through the air, and the flame at the tail ignited all the vegetation in its path. The spiritual arrow pointed directly at the calm lake surface.

Along with the "sizzling" sound of flames hitting the water, thin lines of blood appeared on the surface of the lake. In an instant, the spiritual arrow pierced through the lake surface, spreading blood red.

Wen Zhiyu's pupils shrank slightly and he disappeared from the spot in an instant.

When he reappeared, he was floating above the lake, holding a young man with a painful look on his face.

There was a terrifying bloody hole on the boy's shoulder. He was grimacing in pain and gasping for breath through his clothes.

"Xuanyun Tianzhen Camp, Gu Tao, is out, Hua Youji has 115 points."

"I can still fight!" The young man was unconvinced, but after saying this he seemed to have used all his strength.

Wen Zhi and Wen He smiled and comforted him, "Think carefully. If the poison in your body is not removed in time, I'm afraid your cultivation will stop here."

When the young man heard this, his face turned pale and he lowered his head to show his compromise.

At the same time, Hua You jumped down from the treetop with a bow and arrow in hand.

Suddenly, Hua You tilted his head.

There was a burning pain on the cheek, and a strand of short hair was cut off. When he turned around, he saw a flaming spear floating in the air.

Hua You took out her ID card from her pocket.

"I am Hua You from the Xuanyun Tianzhen Camp. Fellow Daoist, please show mercy."