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"The Dog Fighting Gang? What kind of gang is this? Why haven't I heard of it?" Zhang Kui was confused.

"Of course you haven't heard of it, because..."

Jiang Qingyu stopped and lightly kicked Zhang Kui. Zhang Kui immediately fell into a large pit covered by leaves in front of him.

Before the attack could occur, a sack was placed over his face, blocking his sight.

The sound of rustling footsteps reached my ears, and several people fell into the pit, followed by overwhelming punches and kicks!

While Jiang Qingyu kicked Zhang Kui's key parts wildly, he pinched his nose to make his voice sound unrecognizable. He imitated the villain and said with a cruel smile: "Jie, Jie, Jie, because the dog-fighting gang was just established today, and the one I'm beating is you, this pervert." Ah! Idiot!"

After a cup of tea, the four of them climbed out of the pit dragging an indescribable object.

Jiang Qingyu patted the dust on his hands and kicked the humanoid object with his toes: "Throw it back?"

Luo Heng's eyes were cold, "No, throwing it back like this will arouse suspicion."

Zhou Shuning, who has always been gentle and considerate, raised her little hand at this time: "It's okay, I brought Huanyan Dan and Tuoqing Powder. We didn't apply too much, and these elixirs can recover without leaving any traces."

Luo Heng sneered: "Oh, it turned out to be an advantage for him."

Seeing that the sky was starting to get dark, Song Shu reminded him, "Let's restore him to his original state first."

Zhou Shuning quickly administered two doses of strong medicine, and Zhang Kui's injuries immediately recovered, with no sign of being beaten at all.

Fill in all the traces on the ground, move Zhang Kui to the other side of the forest on the mountain, and feed an awakening sultan, and the four of them will escape.

After a while, Zhang Kui woke up with a start. He straightened his hands and waved them in the air. He covered his face, neck and chest, and kicked his feet wildly on the ground. Gu Yong just lay on the ground, shouting: "Ahhhhhhh." ! Stop fighting! Stop fighting! Don’t—huh?”

It seemed that no punches or kicks had landed on him. He sat up suddenly and patted his chest. It didn't hurt.

Patting my thigh, it doesn't hurt either.

Finally, he reached out and found that it was still there.

Was it just a dream?

impossible!
He came over and looked around cautiously. There was no one there, no big holes on the ground, and no sacks.

He suddenly broke into a cold sweat.

There was still a residual smell of medicine in his mouth, so the other party tied him up, beat him up, and then cured him?

Matt, you are sick!

After spitting thick phlegm on the ground, Zhang Kui put his hands on his hips. His whole body was fine, but the beating in his memory yesterday made him extremely painful.

Thinking of Laoshizi Yumei, I had another mouthful of phlegm. I no longer believe in this little girl’s invitation. It’s terrible!
There were no real injuries, and after thinking about it, I didn’t lose much.

The single-celled Zhang Kui just chose to forget about last night's beating, patted his butt, got up and returned to Wanjian Sect.

……

……

"Elder Su Ling, how is his injury?"

Luo Heng asked immediately when he saw Master Su Ling put down Gu Zhizhou's hand after checking his pulse, and the group retreated outside the door.

Su Ling frowned, shook her head when she heard this, and replied in a tactful tone: "I'm afraid he won't be able to participate in the next competition."

Jiang Qing suddenly realized that he had indeed acted lightly last night.

"There won't be any sequelae, right?"

"No, what he injured is a bone. As long as he rests well, he will be back to his original state in less than a month."

Luo Heng let out a long breath and said restrainedly: "That's good."

After seeing off Master Su Ling, the four of them went into the room and sat with Gu Zhizhou for a while.

"What, you don't need to participate in the next competition, eh! No, you can't participate??"

"What a shame..."

Gu Zhizhou couldn't hide the joy on his face. He said with a smile: "Oh, don't be too sad, I'm fine!" "Look, look! There are neither arms nor legs missing, except that I can't get down." The bed couldn’t be better!”

Luo Heng rolled his eyes at him and didn't want to reply. Jiang Qingyu pinched Renzhong, feeling suffocated by Gu Zhizhou's optimistic expressions at certain times.

Instead, Song Shu took Zhou Shuning's hand and said with a stern expression like a brother: "Zhizhou, don't treat your health as a child's play!"

Song Shu had only recovered a little while ago. Although he could fight and jump, Gu Zhizhou always subconsciously felt that Song Shu was still weak.

In the face of his education, Gu Zhizhou didn't dare to make any mistakes, and only agreed: "I know, I know, I will take the medicine well and get out of bed as soon as possible!"

"Oh, it's almost noon, you go to the ring quickly! Let me lie on the bed and be quiet!"

Song Shu warned again and again: "Then remember to take medicine!"

"Remember, remember, go quickly! Go quickly!"

Gu Zhizhou waved his hand, retracted into the quilt like a loach, and wrapped himself into a cicada, leaving only two bright eyes looking at the four people at the door. The urging in his eyes should not be too obvious.

After Luo Heng, Jiang Qing, Yu Zhou Shuning and the others went out, Song Shu reluctantly closed the door for them and said, "Then you have a good rest."

"Yeah!" Gu Zhizhou nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

……

……

The drawing table next to the ring has been set up for a while.

Tang Yuan came over symbolically and drew a lot, number six.

He frowned.

"Is there a problem with signing?"

Seeing this expression on his face, Jiang Qingyu took small steps to his side and asked doubtfully.

Tang Yuan had no expression on his face: "I didn't come until the third game. It was too slow."

Ok.

She has not seen her senior brother in the past two days, except during competitions and drawing lots.

Jiang Qingyu was a little curious and blinked her apricot eyes, "Senior brother, what have you been busy with recently?"

Tang Yuan's face stiffened and he shook his head: "No."

Oh?
There is a problem ~
Jiang Qingyu squinted her eyes and carefully observed Tang Yuan's movements and expressions. She was nervous and restrained. She could actually see this kind of expression on the fourth senior brother's face one day!
It's fun, it's fun!
Jiang Qingyu quirked his eyebrows, but without revealing his discomfort, he turned around and went to the lottery table in the Nascent Soul Stage to draw lots.

Good luck as always, the NO.17 in bold font on the note is particularly eye-catching.

Jiang Qingyu silently put the note into his sleeve and lurked among the crowd, listening to everyone talking about the mysterious bye player.

"Insider! Definitely insider!"

"Can this mysterious man who went from a bye in the first round to the third round show up and talk about it?"

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible! Is he really not Tiandao's biological son or daughter?"

"It's so miserable that someone actually made it to the third round of the competition due to luck. Is this a distortion of human nature or a loss of morals?"

"Son of Destiny, so terrifying!"

"Although I know that Wanjian Sect is a fair and just sect, at this moment, I really have to doubt the fairness of their competition!"

"Fellow Taoist! I support you!"

Jiang Qingyu quietly covered her vest tightly as she listened to the discussions of the gods from all walks of life.

Is she really lucky?
Well, it does seem to be a bit...

Thank you, Heavenly Father...