PFC Chapter 392: Getting anxious (Added)
Chapter 392: Getting anxious (Added)
Yan Yi lit a fire dumpling, put the Yizhao knife on it and burned it twice, poured a jar of Liangzixiao into it, and then handed it to her.
Wan He pursed his lips, eyes unblinking, and stared at Wu Si's fingertips. The small bag moved back and forth with a bulge, and he kept looking at the place where the cloth strip was tightly tied.
Wan He raised the knife in one hand and Wu Si's arm in the other: "Fifth Senior Brother, force it down!"
Yan Yi put his fingers together, and spiritual power burst out from his fingertips. The golden light fell on Wu Si's skin, driving downwards little by little.
As if aware of the pull of spiritual power, the Gu insect was so excited that it scurried around in the flesh. Several times, it wanted to break through the flesh and move upward. However, Yan Yi's pure gold spiritual power tightly held Wusi's arm, and it was reduced little by little. Its range of activities.
Wu Si was sweating profusely in pain, his face turned pale, his tongue biting the rabbit leg was numb and spicy, and tears were streaming down his face.
Finally, the Gu insect was forced to the tip of the middle finger.
"昘"
The claw knife in Wan He's hand spun in a circle, leaving an afterimage. Blood spurted out from Wu Si's fingertips, and small white dots squirmed in the blood. Wan He picked up Yan Yi's unused prodigal smile and threw it at it. , a burst of white smoke rose, and the burning smell suddenly spread in the air.
Wu Si's head shook and he fell on Wan He's shoulder.
After untying the cloth, the blood circulated, and her face became less ugly.
Lian Jing stumbled over and helped Wu Si away.
"Wait a moment!"
Wan He frowned and looked at the large bloody hole in Lian Jing's leg. The bones were visible and the skin and flesh had long since disappeared.
"What's wrong with your legs?"
"It's okay!" Lian Jing said simply.
"Thank you for saving us!" He turned around and said.
It turns out that he still hates Wan He and Feng He City because of Yao Yu. Wan He saved Yao Yu regardless of his past grudges, which gave him the consciousness of survival. Now he still takes action to save Liu Qing and Wu Si.
When he thought about having such a hateful thought, he would curse himself: "I really deserve to die!"
Wan He took out a bottle of pills: "Shengji pills! Take three pills when you get back, and then one pill every day."
But if you compete tomorrow, your legs won't be able to grow fresh flesh and blood. The effect of the muscle pills is not that strong, and you have to rest for at least seven days before you can see flesh and blood! "
Lian Jing looked at the small porcelain bottle in her hand and pursed her lips: "Thank you!"
Yan Yang cursed: "You're so damn cruel, at what point do you stop, isn't this because you want to kill someone?
How can we compete tomorrow? "
He cursed and stepped forward: "Oh, please step aside, how can you help others if you can't even stand still?
This person has passed out. I'll hold him down, and you can come down slowly!
I am really convinced, I have understood the way of heaven, I have been blessed, and in the late stage of the golden elixir, I still asked people to plant the poison?
Is the Bipolar Alliance so awesome?
Damn it, I can’t help but want to meet them..."
Lian Jing limped behind him without saying a word.
The Bipolar Alliance may not be that perverted, but they are really ruthless. It is nonsense to them that all monks in the world are one family.
All they saw was winning or losing. After fighting for so many rounds, he only saw the Bipolar Alliance's dedication to winning and losing. They used all kinds of methods, and some of them used poisons, some used hidden weapons, and some kept poison.
The remaining ones were like melee assassins. A crescent blade appeared and disappeared, spinning away the flesh and blood from his knee sockets, including the muscles and skin.
Only Liu Qing, Wen Zhuo, and Bufan were in control of the Penglai Island. The others had to fight for time to quickly control and enter the dream, and Wu Si's dream was the most vivid among them.
Therefore, after a disciple fell into a dream, the Bipolar Alliance focused its attention on Wu Si. Wu Si was besieged and Bu Meng was repeatedly interrupted, but it failed to play its role.
To put it bluntly, Liu Qing was also blamed for being careless, being plotted against, and not buying enough time for Wu Si.
Wan He turned around with his hands clean: "Why is it that Penglai Xiandao always suffers from the same situation?"
Yan Tong sighed: "They were seriously damaged this time. Not to mention they lost their bodyguards, but with injuries like this, how can they participate in tomorrow's competition?"
Yan Dan angrily said: "You clearly hit the point, but you actually made it so bloody and violent. It's more cruel, right?
Senior brother, I suddenly want to fight Wuliang Pavilion and the others.
If they dare to be so arrogant, we will attack their number one sect! "
Yan Dan is young, and when he is young, he is full of energy. When he is full of energy, his blood is boiling, and he is wanton in the world.
Yan Zhong is confident that Penglai Immortal Island can only be fought by them, and Hehuan Sect, Tuotian Pavilion, and Leiyin Sect can only be bullied by them. When they go out, there are still people who dare to humiliate them and seek death!
"We usually don't go out, so we can fight as much as we want, but when we go outside, we beat our five Immortal Sect disciples like this in front of me. We really don't take Xueyu seriously!
Fight? "
Yan Xiu shrugged: "The Bipolar Alliance is used to bullying others. I want to see how ruthless Wuliang Pavilion, which is more powerful than the Bipolar Alliance, can be!"
Yan Tong gritted his teeth: "I can already play Master's "Flawless Moon" very smoothly, please let me play "Flawless Moon" for them!"
Yan Yi said calmly: "After defeating the Wuliang Pavilion, and then the Bipolar Alliance, Senior Brother, please ask Sect Leader Jin if we can take the initiative to challenge?"
Wan He: "Very good. If we take down Wuliang Pavilion and Shuangji Alliance together, we can get two more protective slips. In this way, both Tuotian Pavilion Leiyin Sect and Penglai Immortal Island can have protective slips."
Even if only one sect can win in the Jiuxiao Competition, they still want the five major sects to go to the end before being eliminated.
Yan Yang came back after seeing the people off: "Whoever bullies our Xianmen in Haixi is bullying our Kunlun Snow Region, and they'll be done with it!
What does it mean to talk about exchanging ideas, and what does it mean to stop at that point?
The Bipolar Alliance damn wants to kill all Penglai Islands, so we don’t have to stay behind.
Some people worked hard in the warm-up, so we accepted their lives. Tomorrow the competition starts, and there is no obstacle. We have won the first and second places, so we are going smoothly! "
Yan Zhong nodded, stretched out his arms, flew over the head of Wuliang Pavilion, and landed in front of the sect master above.
"Sect Master Jin, Xueyu is ready to challenge, but the condition of accepting the challenge is that if we win Wuliang Pavilion, we will choose to challenge the Bipolar Alliance!"
Jin Tonghe was stunned: "Why are you so anxious?"
"It doesn't exist. It's just that the brothers from Penglai Xiandao came back and said that the Bipolar Alliance is better than Wuliang Pavilion. We want to ask for advice!"
The Bipolar Alliance had just won the victory and were in high spirits. When they heard Yan Zhong's words, the corners of their mouths curled up.
Before Jin Tonghe asked, they all agreed, with great ease and confidence.
The competition between the two sects of Kunlun Snow Region and Wuliang Pavilion has not yet begun, but the audience is already full of people. ,
Yan Zhengyang did not expect that Kunlun Snow Region would change his mind in just a moment.
The two sides stood on the stage, and Yan Zhong said directly: "Hurry up, we mainly want to compete with the Bipolar Alliance, so please move faster!"