Ecstasy scratched his collar, but no pain was felt. Lu Zhan quickly stood up straight to check the wound and found that his snow-white chest was still as smooth as before. He looked up at Lin Zhihui. He was summoning Ecstasy. It turned out that he had controlled Ecstasy. .

Lin Zhihui didn't want to have any more rumors with him. He was most annoyed by hearing some idle disciples gossiping behind his back, so he was able to control his ecstasy in an instant. It was an unexpected surprise.

The competition is not over yet. Many people in the audience are watching the excitement, all coming to see how Lin Zhihui will "revenge". If Lin Zhihui wins, it will be very popular, but Lin Zhihui will definitely not lose.

One of the two people on the stage was holding an ecstasy, and the other was holding a wooden sword. Just looking at the weapons could determine the outcome. If Lin Zhihui won, he would also gain uneasiness. So in an instant, Ecstasy had already taken out his hand and inserted it into the blank ground under the stage.

All the disciples were a little surprised, including Lu Zhan. They didn't expect Lin Zhi's return to be so free and generous, but Lu Zhan didn't seem to appreciate it and said, "I don't need your sympathy, let alone your charity." Lin Zhi returned the favor. He picked up a heavy wooden sword. Hearing this, he felt a little ridiculous and said, "Brother Lu, what is sympathy and what is charity? If I really pity you, I would have defeated you with ecstasy, why bother to come and talk to you again?" You stand on the stage."

Lin Zhihui's words seemed to have no effect. Lu Zhan still had sharp eyes. He looked at Lin Zhihui like a dagger and wanted to pierce him immediately. The disciples in the audience all sighed, "Everyone has given up to you. If you don't appreciate it, who are you showing it to? It seems like Brother Lin is sorry for you, and you don't want to think about whose fault it was before. "

The old things were brought up again. When Lu Zhan heard this, his heart suddenly clenched together again. Lin Zhihui saw his body slowly softening from stiffness, like a grape slowly turning into a raisin. He The external strength is like injected water, which can evaporate and disappear under the sun at any time.

Lu Zhan raised his head, met the eyes of the disciple on the stage, and said, "Today's competition, Lin Zhihui and I will compete. If I win, the past will not be mentioned again. If he wins, I, Lu Zhan, will do whatever you want." "

His body burned into fire again, and his eyes were filled with hatred and determination. Just seeing this posture is intimidating. When the disciple in the audience saw Lu Zhan, who was so angry and surrounded by fire, he was so frightened that he stepped back several steps. The person at his feet collapsed on the disciple behind him, waiting. He stood up again and ran away. The appearance of the land battle was simply terrifying.

Lin Zhihui said, "It's a deal." Lu Zhan was like a wild wild lion, baring its fangs and claws and lunging at Lin Zhihui. Lin Zhihui moved quickly and dodged several of his attacks. Lu Zhan refused to give up. Since he was taller and stronger than Lin Zhihui, Lin Zhihui was no match for him in terms of strength.

In order to have a chance to attack elsewhere, Lin Zhihui could not keep hiding, so when Lu Zhan pounced on him again, Lin Zhihui obviously slowed down and passed by Lu Zhan. At this moment, Lin Zhihui quickly reached out and grabbed Lu Zhan's armpit. With two laughs coming from his mouth, Lu Zhan shrank and shrank.

At this time, Lin Zhihui decisively turned around and stabbed his back with the wooden sword. Since the wooden sword had no real attack power, Lu Zhan only felt itchy on his back, so this could not really knock him down. Lu Zhan turned around, his eyes were deep black holes with no end in sight, eternal darkness.

Offstage, Yin Changyi was anxiously looking up at the sky with her hands folded, muttering, "Buddha bless you, Buddha bless you, Brother Xiaofan must win." Jiang Yuan was not far from her, interrupted her and said, "Changyi, let me ask you a question."

Yin Changyi was a little impatient, but because Jiang Yuan was her elder brother, she stopped reading and asked, "You say." Jiang Yuan touched his ear, then said embarrassedly, "If you compete with Xiao Fan, do you still hope that he will win?"

"Of course." Yin Changyi answered decisively, without any hesitation or thinking. "Why?" Jiang Yuan asked in confusion.

Yin Changyi showed a shy expression and whispered, "If Brother Xiaofan wins, he can protect me."

Jiang Yuan felt a little suffocated when he heard this, as if he was entangled in a spider web. The feeling made him feel uncomfortable all over. Then he coughed twice and said, "Chang Yi, tell me the truth, are you...?"

Yin Changyi buried her face in her hands shyly, and said softly, "Oh, don't say this kind of thing."

Jiang Yuan swallowed his saliva, as if he had received incredible news, but he still tried his best to appear calm and composed. Yin Changyi looked at Jiang Yuan with her eyes without saying anything, and said, "I won't talk to you anymore. I want to pray for Brother Xiaofan." After saying that, she clasped her hands together and muttered to herself.

Jiang Yuan glanced at Lin Zhifan on the stage from afar, then looked at his legs and sighed silently.

On the stage, Lu Zhan was flying with his sword, while Lin Zhihui dodged and avoided. The two of them chased each other, which was wonderful. The disciples in the audience watched intently. Yin Changyi showed worry when she saw that Lin Zhihui was about to be in danger. He looked anxious, but when he saw Lin Zhi turning the corner, he showed a relaxed and happy expression.

At this time, Jiang Yuan was no longer interested in the competition on the stage. He looked directly at Yin Changyi, watching her expression change from sadness to surprise, and then from surprise to joy.

The weather in autumn was crisp and clear, with no clouds in the sky. Occasionally a goshawk flew over in the blue sky. Jiang Yuan raised his head and looked at the sky. The huge sky seemed empty, with no sight to see. Jiang Yuan looked at his father next to him. He had just come over to check his leg and said it was nothing serious. He had gotten better after resting.

Father Jiang was watching the competition between Lin Zhihui and Lu Zhan, and said, "Lu Zhan has a violent temper. Although he seems to be strong, he is not good at defense. Xiao Hui has a stable temperament and is good at offense and defense."

Jiang Yuan looked at Lin Zhihui on the stand, attacking and hiding from time to time. This guy was quite clever. He usually looked dull. He was really deceived by him.

Both of them on the stage were almost exhausted. Lu Zhan lowered his head and gasped for air due to too many attacks. At this moment, Lin Zhihui took a deep breath, then picked up the wooden sword and turned towards Lu Zhan. Stab away. When Lu Zhan raised his head again, the wooden sword rubbed his Adam's apple for a night. Lu Zhan looked at him in surprise, and the fire in his eyes was extinguished by the sweat on his face.

As a result, Lin Zhihui won. A disciple in the audience said, "Brother Lin is indeed very powerful in magic. If he doesn't win, I will call him Grandpa Lu Zhan." This disciple was so arrogant. I don't know whether he hates Lu Zhan or admires Lin too much. Zhihui also involved Lin Zhihui. When Lin Zhihui was about to warn him, he heard the sound of a punch.

The crowd was so crowded that Lin Zhihui couldn't tell what was going on. He only saw chaos in the audience. Many disciples gathered around to dissuade him, "Stop fighting, stop fighting. The leader is here." The crowd dispersed quickly, white Among the Xuanfu disciples were two people lying on the ground.

One is a boaster and the other is Song Li.

Lu Zhan stood up in surprise and looked at Song Li who was punching and kicking the disciple. Lu Zhan's eyes were a little moist, like a layer of faint ripples on the surface of the lake, slowly rippling out circles of water.

Song Li was grounded. Lu Zhan threw away his wooden sword and followed the escorting Song Li disciples until he walked far away, turned into a forest and disappeared.

Lin Zhihui won, and the crowd gathered together again, cheering for him. Lin Zhihui was not too excited. He looked at Jiang Yuan, who was looking at him quietly. Yin Changyi smiled in the audience, showing two cute dimples.

Lin Zhihui walked off the stage and sat down in a quiet place. Yin Changyi followed him and said, "Brother Xiaohui, thank you for your hard work. Let me give you a shoulder rub. You can rest here for a while." Yin Changyi walked up behind him.

Lin Zhihui stopped her and said, "It's okay, Changyi." Then he pulled Yin Changyi in front of her.

Yin Changyi stared at her big eyes and said with a wink, "Brother Xiao Hui, I was so worried just now. Why did Senior Brother Lu suddenly become so scary? But luckily you won in the end." Lin Zhihui said, "Brother Lu has been there since After this incident, I felt a lot of responsibility and it is understandable that I have resentment."

Yin Changyi looked at him with admiration and said, "As expected of brother Xiaohui, even so, he still has a heart that considers others." Lin Zhihui was a little embarrassed to be said. She didn't know whether to praise him or to say that he was a woman. Lin Zhihui stopped talking.

There were only two games left and they ended soon. All the participating disciples fought hard except Jiang Yuan.

Jiang Yuan walked over with a small walking stick and said, "You didn't even know to look for me after the beating. You left me alone while you two talked and laughed." Yin Changyi looked at him. He said angrily, "Brother Xiaoyuan, why are you more pretentious than a girl? Brother Xiaohui has just finished the competition and is just resting here for a while."

Lin Zhihui said, "I was about to go over. Why did you come here by yourself? How is your leg?" Jiang Yuan limped to Lin Zhihui's side, leaned against him and said, "See, we call you brothers." Yin Changyi looked at him with a proud look and said, "Brother Xiao Hui is kind-hearted and is good to everyone."

Lin Zhihui smiled and said, "Okay, now that the competition is over, let's go home and rest." Yin Changyi said, "Okay, brother Xiaohui, you should have a good rest when you go home. And Xiaoyuan Brother, I'm sorry for injuring your leg like this, but why did you lose to me on purpose? It really makes me feel a little defeated."

Jiang Yuan smiled awkwardly and said, "You are my cousin. I'm afraid you will be sad if you lose, hehe."

"real?"

"real."

Yin Changyi said a little regretfully, "Don't do this next time, or I will apply for a substitution." Jiang Yuan nodded.

Jiang Yuan asked Xiao Hui to take him back later, but Jiang Chushan went back first. Today's competition meeting has ended, the sun has also set in the western mountains, and the halo is cast on the river. The water surface seems to be coated with a layer of golden light, shining and very dazzling. The autumn dusk is warm in color, and everything has a kind of warmth. Tenderness was mixed in it, just like at this moment, Lin Zhihui was just supporting Jiang Yuan and walking slowly, but Jiang Yuan hung his whole body on Lin Zhihui.

Lin Zhihui felt melancholy in his heart. The warm sunshine shone on Jiang Yuan's face, making his face even warmer. The melancholy mood was gradually melted by this warmth and transformed into a kind of peaceful enjoyment. The shadows of the two people grew longer and longer under the setting sun, and slowly disappeared on the opposite side of the river bank.