They hurriedly looked over at Chao Ji Qing, and saw that he didn't know when, the senior had drawn a deep wound on his chest, and his chest was full of blood...

Everyone was dumbfounded.

That is, Ji Qingsan lost?

Moreover, it seems to have lost too fast, it didn't take long!

Also, the Reinforcement that broke out when the two were fighting just now was really strong enough, they didn't expect that Duanmu Yawang would have such strength!

Thinking about this, I saw Ji Qing flexing his legs three times and kneeling on the ground with both legs.

A blood bleeds from his lips, he raised his head with a wry smile, and looked at Duanmu Ya: "I lost."

Duanmu Yawang looked at the wound on his chest, a little worried, and walked towards him, "How do you feel?"

"Ahem!"

Ji Qingsan coughed twice, her face pale as paper, and said helplessly: "It doesn't seem to be very good, Miss Duanmu, the sword aura of your sword is beyond my expectation." The explosive power is too strong, it is really true. He was unexpected.

He actually thought he would not win this time, but he never thought he would lose so fast and so tragically.

The messenger's subordinates have noticed the situation here, and hurriedly said to the healer below: "Quickly, the doctor will come up and heal Young Master Ji."

"Let me see."

Duanmu Yawang kind of liked Ji Qingsan, she knelt down and was about to put the original moving sky sword aside, wipe the blood and put it back, but before the movement of her hand stopped, she caught a glimpse of the original **** moving sky. The sword is now as white as before.

The blood stains have long since disappeared.

She was taken aback.

The original moving heavenly sword was also drinking blood before, this time, Ji Qingsan's original moving heavenly sword was also swallowed?

She didn't have time to think that although Ji Qingsan was injured, his mind was still very clear. In addition, he was very concerned about Duanmu Yawang's sword because he obviously felt that Duanmu Yawang's sword was very scary.

Obviously Duanmu Yawang's own strength hasn't improved much, but with a light swipe of the sword, how much power has been improved!

That is definitely a very powerful sword!

Terribly tough!

I have it in my hand, her sword will definitely be bloodshot, but now, the blade is clean, sharp, without the slightest bloodshot...

He stayed for a while, and asked, "Miss Duanmu, your sword..."

"It loves cleanliness."

Duanmu Ya looked at her face as usual, smiled and said: "Like a child, as long as the body gets a little dirty, it will be cleaned up automatically."

Ji Qingsan really believed, a little envious: "Miss Duanmu's sword is so spiritual, everyone really wants to have such a sword."

Duanmu Ya looked at the tip of her nose, feeling a little guilty.

She put the scabbard of the original moving heavenly sword back into the universe bag, and she said to Ji Qing three times after possessing her body: "Don't talk first, you are losing a lot of blood now, it is not easy to consume too much physical strength, it is best to close your eyes and rest your mind."

While talking, she took out a few bottles of medicine and some bandages from the Qiankun bag.

Ji Qingsan's wound was wide and deep, and the practical stitching method was better, but with so many people, she stitched him up here, it was really inconvenient, and she didn't want to be watched.

Ji Qingsan naturally saw Duanmuya's movements, looked at the medicines in her hand, and smiled: "It is said that there are countless good medicines in Miss Duanmu's body. I have always wanted to see it, but I didn't expect that now I can feel these in person. The effect of the medicine."

Duanmu Yawang didn't expect him to talk so much, sighed, and poured two pigeons out of the two bottles of medicine, and handed him: "Take the medicine."

Ji Qingsan looked at the request in her hand and found that there were two colors, one white and the other yellow, and they were all small, looking flat, and couldn't help but say: "This is the first time I have seen it made by refining. This kind of medicine looks pretty."

Duanmu Yawang smiled and did not answer. On the other side, the messenger's subordinate said: "Can you bring a glass of water and let Master Ji take the medicine?"

"OK."

The small table next to the messenger’s subordinates had been warm with water, and he poured a glass in the season.

Ji Qingsan's chest and hands must be painful when he moved, so Duanmu Yawang personally fed him the medicine.

After taking the medicine, she changed hands to open the other two bottles of medicine.

The other two bottles of medicine are powdered medicine. She will pour it onto a piece of paper and start to prepare the ratio of the two medicines according to the ratio.

These two medicines can be adjusted according to different wounds and different wounds in proportion, which can maximize the effect of the medicine.

She said: "If you are injured, you should take a good rest. Don't have to do so much."

"I want to talk to Miss Duanmu." Ji Qingsan's pale lips overflowed with a smile. Duanmu looked at him and couldn't help asking the question in his heart: "Your strength should be much better than the first time. Everyone needs to be strong, I think you should not lose in the first round."

Ji Qingsan was taken aback for a moment, then smiled: "Miss Duanmu is really careful."

Duanmu Ya looked at him: "That is to say..."

"That's right." Ji Qing said with a smile: "In the first round, I lost deliberately because I knew that I was ranked very high. Even if the two ahead of me challenged you, I did. There is still a chance."

Duanmu Yawang was in a complicated mood: "Don't you worry, maybe I might be won in the first or second round?"

"will not."

Ji Qingsan finished speaking with certainty, and then said: "Even so, I can challenge others. I have two opportunities. I believe I can win."

Duanmu Yawang is still a little pity for him: "But now, you can't continue down the street, you have to wait for next year."

"Nothing."

Ji Qing said: "I'm still young now, besides, I have this strength, but I will wait a year longer, I don't care."

When he said that he was alive, his face was contented: "Today I can fight Miss Duanmu, even if I lose, I'm very happy."

Duanmu Yawang sighed secretly. After the powder was adjusted, she poured it onto his wound and then bandaged him.

After the bandage, Ji Qingsan's face was already cold and sweaty, and his energy was exhausted.

He still insisted on chatting with Duanmu Yawang.

Duan Muya looked at him and said: "The thing you need most now is to rest, first apply medicine and speak."

Ji Qingsan smiled bitterly: "Miss Duanmu, you are an outsider. Will you come here to fight next year or later?"

Duanmu Yawang originally wanted to shake his head, but nothing is absolutely true. She said: "I don't know yet, it depends on the situation."

"I hope we can still have a chance to see you again, and I hope I can beat you again by then."

"good."

Duanmu Ya looked warmly, and asked the messenger to send Ji Qingsan away.

After Ji Qingsan left, the attention of the people in the audience fell on Duanmu Yawang again. At this time, the messenger also announced: "Duanmu Yawang will fight three times with Ji Qing, and Duanmu Yawang will win!"

The faces of everyone in the audience were different.

Someone said with envy and hatred: "Now it's okay. She actually won the end battle in a row. In this way, she can be uncrowned on Fourth Street. As long as her test value is enough, then she will be third. Street!"

"Yes."

Someone said sourly: "She is really lucky. Every challenger who challenges her doesn't seem to be very strong. She can always win the game easily."

"Yes, this is great luck."

Ye Nongying and Xiao Bailu listened to these people on the stage. Xiao Bailu rolled his eyes and whispered: "These people are really mentally ill. If you win, the challenger's strength is just your luck. Okay, don't think about it, Ji Qingsan's strength is obvious to all!"

When Ji Qing took part in the fight with Duanmu Yawang, they were still taken aback!

Duanmu Ya hopes to win fast, that is her strength!

"You care what they do." Duanmu Yawang took him to the stage. She won three games in a row. There is no need to fight on Fourth Street. She is in a good mood.

"Oh."

Little Bailu pouted and said nothing.

They got off the stage, Yuanling walked towards him, Duanmu Yawang saw his eyes light up, and hurried over, "Yuanling, you came right in time!"

Yuanling saw that Duanmu Ya was so excited to see him, and was a little surprised: "Miss Duanmu, what's the matter?"

With a lot of people around, Duanmu Yawang pulled Yuanling to a quiet corner and said, "I happen to have something to ask your master for help."