Wen Renmu looked at Jun Yanzhi on the stage with a gloomy expression.

Since a year ago, people in Qingxu Sword Sect have been comparing the two of them from time to time. I don't know who said it, but gradually there is such a saying -

both of them are humble gentlemen, but Wen Renmu works too hard, while Jun Yanzhi has a natural temperament. In other words, Wen Renmu is like water with perfume, while Jun Yanzhi is colorless and tasteless water. Real water has no fragrance, and too much fragrance is fake.

Wen Renmu was a little angry about

this. How much free time does it take to analyze it like this?

Indeed, Jun Yanzhi's elegant temperament is the same as his own, but it is a little more natural than his own, and seems a little reluctant, as if he doesn't want to be so elegant.

... It's simply too much.

This person always gave him a feeling that something was not right, and he was afraid of him.

He had mentioned this dark feeling to others several times, but his fellow students gave him sympathetic and awkward looks, saying, "You are jealous and want to discredit him, we all understand."

So he stopped talking, shut his mouth, and said nothing.

Everyone was blinded by him, but he was the only one who felt something was wrong?

The officiating disciple said on the stage: "Yanzhi, the master of Huishi Peak, is ready. I hope all the peak masters will give him some advice."

Before he finished speaking, a short and fat man flew down from the stage. He was dressed in gray, with a gloomy face and a hoarse voice, as uncomfortable as gravel rubbing against an iron plate: "Let me try."

Liu Qianmo gritted his teeth and whispered: "It's him!"

The peak master of Hongxiu Peak, Zhao Ningtian!

Gu Jinping said softly, "I heard that Senior Brother Jun offended him a few days ago. What happened?"

Liu Qiansheng said angrily, "How did your Senior Brother Jun offend him? It's just a rumor. Junior Brother Jun once said that Huishi Peak inherited the "Cover Grass Sutra", and Hongxiu Peak will become the peak that suppresses Qingxu Sword Sect in the future."

Mo Shaoyan couldn't help but wonder, "Senior Brother Jun doesn't like to cause trouble, he is cautious and careful, and especially careful with his words. How could he say such childish things?"

"Someone is trying to sow discord, but I don't know who it is."

Gu Jinping said, "Master Zhao has a strong personality, and I'm afraid there is a thorn in his heart..."

Li Shu said, "Does Master Zhao believe it?"

Liu Qianmo said, "It doesn't matter if he believes it or not. A year ago, we found the 'Yuanmu Spirit Stone' and inherited the ancient scroll, and Hongxiu Peak has not been able to raise its head. He has been holding back a lot of anger in his heart and can't vent it. Recently, there are rumors like this, which hit his sore spot. He can only I'm afraid they'll take this opportunity to teach your Senior Brother Jun a lesson, and take the opportunity to beat us up and vent their anger."

Mo Shaoyan couldn't help but worry: "In that case, wouldn't it be difficult for Senior Brother Jun to pass this test?"

He Ling said coldly: "It's reasonable for us to suppress it, but they will find someone to vent their anger on, which is too much."

Liu Qianmo lowered his head, and his voice became smaller and smaller: "If our master is also here, stand up for us..."

How good would that be?

Wen Jing held the bag in his hand and only watched the battle on the ring nervously.

Zhao Ningtian looked at Jun Yanzhi coldly.

A very faint fragrance floated in his nose...

He frowned, and his short and fat body suddenly jumped up quickly, and a flash of light appeared in his hand, and a yellow long sword appeared. He swung his sword in the air, and suddenly thousands of blades appeared, all stabbing towards Jun Yanzhi, presenting a dragnet that made it impossible to dodge.

"Snow is falling all over the mountains!" Someone in the audience was excited.

Jun Yanzhi had no way to avoid it, and the only way was to jump off the stage and roll on the ground to avoid it.

But if he fell off the stage, he would lose the chance.

Zhao Ningtian wanted to force Jun Yanzhi to step down and admit defeat, otherwise he would have to suffer the pain of thousands of blades piercing his body.

Jun Yanzhi remained calm, and his hands quickly pointed in the air. Suddenly, a spiritual shield covering his whole body appeared, and his slender eyes looked at Zhao Ningtian coldly.

"Junior brother Jun, step down!" Liu Qianmo was anxious.

One or two of them refused to admit defeat, and they were too obsessed with face. They would regret it only when they lost their lives!

He Ling said softly, "Yeah."

Wen Renmu couldn't help but feel a little relieved. Zhao Ningtian is already in the late stage of building the foundation, and this spirit shield can't stop him for even a moment. Jun Yanzhi will be seriously injured, or even... die.

There were only a few crisp sounds, and the blade hit the spirit shield, and a great force pushed Jun Yanzhi to the edge of the ring.

Immediately afterwards, the spirit shield shattered, and the spiritual energy scattered.

Several people shouted in panic: "Senior Brother Jun!"

They thought that several blades would pierce into the body and blood would flow everywhere, but the tragic scene did not happen. After the spirit shield shattered, there were still a few places solidified in the air, glowing white.

Gu Jinping said: "What's the matter?"

Liu Qianmo pursed his lips and said nothing.

He Ling said, "The point where his hands pointed was where the spirit blades flew from."

Mo Shaoyan said, "Why didn't it break?"

Liu Qianmo sighed, "... I didn't expect that he had practiced the Qi Condensation Technique to such an extent."

Several people still didn't understand, and Peng Shao explained, "Your Senior Brother Jun used the cultivation of the early stage of foundation building to resist the attack of the later stage of foundation building. He had no choice but to use the Qi Condensation Technique to strengthen part of the spirit shield, which might be able to temporarily resist a little. However, this little bit was only a blink of an eye."

At the critical moment, he was able to identify the direction of the spirit blade. There is no need to say how calm and careful he was just now.

However, there was a mistake, and those obstacles only protected his vital parts.

As a result, Jun Yanzhi's thigh was pierced by a spirit blade, and blood flowed out.

A few more crisp sounds were heard in a split second. Just as the second barrier was about to break, the surrounding spirit blades had already flown past, and there was no more danger. Jun Yanzhi flew into the air, flipped a few times, and landed lightly on the ground, his green shirt and hairband fluttering.

There was a moment of silence below the stage, and then cheers suddenly broke out.

The disciples of Huishi Peak shouted excitedly: "Senior Brother Jun won!"

The disciple in charge shouted: "Huishi Peak Jun Yanzhi blocked one move and got five stones!"

Zhao Ningtian frowned deeply, looked at Jun Yanzhi coldly, but suddenly became dazed.

The fragrance in his nose became stronger and stronger, disturbing his consciousness...

The disciple in charge gently reminded him: "Master Zhao Feng, one move has been made, it's time to go back to the stage."

Zhao Ningtian just stared at Jun Yanzhi, his eyes flashing red, his body trembling.

"Master Zhao Feng...Master Zhao Feng?" The officiating disciple felt something was wrong and called softly.

Suddenly, a surge of spiritual energy spread from the stage. Zhao Ningtian held a yellow sword in his hand, his eyes red, and stabbed at Jun Yanzhi.

"Oh my God!" The officiating disciple stood unsteadily and fell off the stage.

Jun Yanzhi frowned, rolled over several times on the stage, dodged a sword in a panic, and shouted calmly: "Master Zhao, one move is over!"

The disciples below the stage shouted anxiously: "Master Zhao, no more fighting!"

Liu Qianmo frowned and said: "Something is wrong, look at his eyes!"

Gu Jinping breathed rapidly: "Same as the mentally ill disciple of Shuiyue Palace that day!"

He Ling and Wen Jing had already rushed up.

Zhao Ningtian's move did not kill him, and a big hole had been broken in the stage, but he went crazy and launched another move, with a surge of spiritual energy, and it was a fatal move.

Jun Yanzhi flew into the air like a wolf, but the gap in cultivation was too big, and his arms and chest were swept by the sword. He immediately bled profusely and fell on the stage, but then he stood up again.

The stage was blocked by a barrier, and the disciples could not enter without permission. Wen Jing and He Ling were extremely anxious, and they looked at Xi Fang on the stage together: "Master!"

But Zhao Ningtian did not stop and rushed forward with a sword.

Jun Yanzhi gritted his teeth, jumped up, and tried to fight back.

Suddenly, a deep male voice came from the air: "Don't be presumptuous!"

The man in the dark green Taoist robe slashed with a long sword and fell on the stage. He waved his sleeves lightly, emitting a spiritual energy like a tidal wave. Zhao Ningtian was so agitated by the spiritual energy that he could not stand steadily. He roared and slashed at Xi Fang again.

He was like a crazy beast at this moment, his mind was not clear, and he only wanted to kill people.

Xi Fang frowned slightly, flicked his sleeves, and the spiritual energy was like thunder and lightning.

"Ah——" Zhao Ningtian screamed, was hit in the chest, spit out a mouthful of blood, and fell to the ground with his eyes closed, and it was unknown whether he was dead or alive.

The barrier was torn apart by Xi Fang. He Ling and Wen Jing were already standing on the stage. Wen Jing hurriedly supported Jun Yanzhi and said anxiously, "Brother Jun, are you okay..."

Jun Yanzhi's face was pale and he said softly, "No problem."

The disciples of Hongxiu Peak didn't understand what was going on. They looked at the stage with a strange feeling in their hearts and were worried about the safety of their master. However, they dared not say a word and stared blankly.

There was silence under the stage.

Several peak masters flew onto the stage one after another, looking at Zhao Ningtian with their heads bowed and said nothing. Xi

Fang ordered his eldest disciple Zhu Jin, "Put Peak Master Zhao in black iron handcuffs, lock him up in prison, and investigate this matter thoroughly!"

"Yes." Zhu Jin ordered several disciples and gently lifted Zhao Ningtian down.

People were whispering and discussing in the audience.

"What's going on?"

"I don't know. It seems to be the same as Shuiyue Palace a few years ago..."

"Has his mind been controlled by someone? The murderer has not been found yet."

"The disciples of Shuiyue Palace seem to be poisoned..."

"Didn't Master Zhao just come back from the mountain? Did he get poisoned when he came down the mountain?"

"Then why did it take effect only now?"

"I don't know..."

Xi Fang glanced at Jun Yanzhi and He Ling who were seriously injured, and ordered loudly: "Today's competition ends here, and will continue in three days. Today's incident is strange, and all disciples should concentrate on cultivation and not speculate rashly. Do you understand?"

"Yes!"

Xi Fang whispered to Lu Changqing again: "Open this and check it carefully."

"Yes."

·

The incident with Zhao Ningtian caught everyone off guard. Jun Yanzhi and He Ling were both seriously injured and were sent back to their respective residences to rest. Among all the disciples of Huishi Peak, only Jun Yanzhi and Mo Shaoyan knew the art of healing. However, Mo Shaoyan's cultivation was still shallow and it was not very useful. When Xi Fang knew about it, he sent people to treat their injuries.

After working for most of the night, the injuries of the two men improved a little and finally stabilized. Everyone was exhausted, and several young people were even more tired. They dozed off and were hurried by Liu Qianmo to rest.

Wen Jing was still sitting on the edge of the bed, holding a small bowl and feeding Jun Yanzhi porridge mouthful by mouthful.

Liu Qianmo's eyelids were fighting, and he said patiently: "Junior Brother Jun, now that you are better, I will go to bed first."

Jun Yanzhi hurriedly said in a gentle voice: "Senior Brother, go and rest."

"...You still want to stay here?" Liu Qianmo raised an eyebrow at Wen Jing.

Wen Jing fed Jun Yanzhi a mouthful of porridge and whispered: "I will sleep here tonight."

Liu Qianmo was hoarse: "...You really care about your senior brother Jun. In this case, you can accompany him. I will leave first."

"Senior Brother, take care." Jun Yanzhi said politely.

Liu Qianmo stopped talking nonsense, nodded and left.

The door was not closed tightly, swaying and half-open, and the night breeze was slightly cool.

Wen Jing still sat quietly, feeding him mouthful by mouthful, feeling a little uncomfortable: "Does it still hurt?"

Although he knew this would be the result, he could not stop it.

The competition was decided by drawing lots. If Wen Jing wanted Jun Yanzhi to change the date, it would mean that he would have to give up the opportunity and not be able to participate in the joint examination of the five major sects. Such a consequence was even more unbearable...

Jun Yanzhi said softly: "A little bit..."

Wen Jing put down the small bowl and touched Jun Yanzhi's forehead: "What should I do? Can I use the healing technique to heal the injury?" "

...I can't gather spiritual energy, and my body is cold."

"I'll give you some!" Wen Jing hurriedly held his wrist.

The warm sun energy gradually flowed into the body, spreading to the limbs and bones, and it really made people feel much more comfortable. The two sat quietly, Wen Jing asked again: "Are you feeling better?"

Jun Yanzhi lowered his head slightly: "...The spiritual energy is very warm, but the speed is a bit slow."

"..." Transferring energy with hands is naturally not the fastest...

"..."

After a long silence, the atmosphere was a bit awkward. Wen Jing finally gritted his teeth and said: "If I... transfer energy with my mouth, would you find it offensive, senior brother?"

Jun Yanzhi lowered his head even deeper: "...For the purpose of healing, it is not an offense."

"......Yeah, that's right."

Jun Yanzhi was half lying down, Wen Jing slightly lifted his head and slowly approached.

His face was elegant and beautiful, his eyebrows were long and thin, and his lips were as thin as a knife... It is said that people with thin lips are somewhat unfeeling and ungrateful, but Senior Brother's eyes were very gentle...

"Don't mind, Senior Brother, we are healing."

"Hmm..."

Their noses touched, Wen Jing's face was hot, and his lips gently pressed against his, soft, smooth, and a little numb.

"Senior Brother, open your mouth."

"Hmm..."

Although he clearly agreed, there was no response. Wen Jing concentrated on using his tongue to push Jun Yanzhi's lips open, and then put his tongue away properly, and the warm sunshine in his body poured out.

Jun Yanzhi put his hands around Wen Jing's waist and slowly pulled him closer.

The two of them adjusted their positions slightly, Wen Jing lowered her head and lay on top of him, healing him wholeheartedly.

He mumbled, "Are you feeling better?"

"Hmm..."

The tongue swept across him vaguely, and Wen Jing only felt numb and tingling, and waves of indescribable warmth surged up, slowly forgetting everything around him.

I don't know how long it took, but suddenly, there was a "creak" at the door, and Liu Qianmo's strange voice came: "What are you doing?"

Wen Jing was stunned, and suddenly raised his head and half sat up, only to see Liu Qianmo and He Ling standing at the door, looking at him with strange expressions.

"I, I'm..." Wen Jing wiped his lips and stammered.

He Ling frowned: "Your Senior Brother Jun was seriously injured, so you took the opportunity to take advantage of him?"

Wen Jing's tears rolled down his cheeks: "No, no..."

He wanted to cry but couldn't. He looked down at the postures of the two people. He sat on Jun Yanzhi without any courtesy. Suddenly, he felt a little speechless.

Jun Yanzhi half sat up calmly: "He is healing me."

Liu Qianmo frowned, looked at He Ling, and closed his mouth tightly.

He Ling finally said lightly: "Just heal the wound."