On the river bank in the north of Yanyang City, in a quiet courtyard, a big tree rises from the ground, like a huge umbrella, covering an area of ​​20 to 30 meters in radius including the courtyard.

In the room, a young man was lying quietly on the wooden bed, his eyes closed and motionless. His handsome face was as pale as paper, his white robe was stained with blood, his palms were bloody, and his sleeves were even more bloody.

It was dyed red by the blood overflowing from the palm.

This man in white is Yu Mingjing.

On his body, a palm slowly brushed, with slender fingers and a soft blue aura lingering between the fingers. The owner of this palm was a middle-aged man in his forties, with slightly narrowed eyes and a serious face.

, with a focused look on his face, he carefully explored Yu Mingjing’s body.

"There is no danger of life, but the spiritual veins are seriously damaged, the internal organs are seriously damaged, and the true spirit also has many cracks... The true spirit is injured, this is especially serious. These nine pills, one every ten days, the first three

It is best for Yue to rest and rest, it is estimated that it will take more than half a year to fully recover." Not long after, the middle-aged man slowly spoke, took out a small white jade bottle from his arms, and handed it out.

"Thank you, Senior Brother Lu."

A white, tender and beautiful hand took the medicine bottle, and a clear and sweet sound immediately sounded in the room.

The speaker was a young woman, quite tall, wearing a light pink dress, her long black hair was tied back casually, her face was extremely beautiful, her skin was as white and delicate as gelatin, and as soft and smooth as satin, she looked like

There is no flaw at all.

"It's just a little effort, you're welcome. Junior sister Yu, I'll take my leave now. If you need anything, come to me at any time." The middle-aged man waved his hand and smiled.

"Okay, Senior Brother Lu, walk slowly."

After sending the middle-aged man out of the courtyard, the woman in pink skirt had returned. But as soon as she entered the room, her pretty face had darkened, and an evil look appeared between her brows. "Who did this?" Her tone was cold, as if from the ninth century.

The dark wind blowing out of the underworld is terrifying.

"Senior Sister Qingge, I went to Yijian Villa to inquire about it."

At the end of the bed, a young woman with a good face and a yellow dress said in a deep voice, "Junior brother Ming Jing had a conflict with a monk who had just arrived in Yanyang City, and he was seriously injured on the ring. That person's cultivation level was compared to

Junior Brother Ming Jing is a little lower, and he should have just broken through to the sixth level of true spirit. However, his strength is very amazing. During the fight with Junior Brother Ming Jing, he only fired... nine shots!"

At the end of the sentence, the woman in yellow had a look of surprise on her face.

"Nine shots... Nine shots were able to injure my brother to such an extent. The method is indeed good." The woman in pink skirt frowned slightly and said in a cold voice, "Junior sister Qi Lian, what's that person's name?"

"Tang Huan!" These two characters burst out from Qi Lian's mouth.

"Tang Huan?"

The woman in the pink skirt snorted coldly, and the evil look in her eyes became stronger, "My Yu Qingge's brother, he can hurt him just as he wants! Junior Sister Qi Lian, my 'Yin Tribulation' is coming, I need to practice in seclusion, my brother

I will leave it to you to take care of me for a period of time, and the matter of Tang Huan... will also be left to you to handle."

"Senior Sister Qingge, do you want to..." Killing intent flashed across Qi Lian's eyes.

"That would be an advantage for him. Make some arrangements and destroy him!"

"clear!"

"..."

…

Two days passed by in a blink of an eye, in the early morning.

The central area of ​​Yijian Villa is crowded with people under the huge jade. No matter what time of day, as long as Yijian Villa is open, this place is always the busiest.

"Yu Mo's name is gone! He must have accumulated five thousand points and become a 'Silver Sword Disciple' of the Sword Sect! Tsk tsk, I'm so envious."

"The number one ranking has been changed to Coming East, which is already 4980. It is estimated that by this afternoon, his name will also disappear from this list."

"Yesterday the last one was 550 points. Today the last one named Tang Huan is 540 points, which is ten points less than yesterday. It seems that many people on the previous list have become official disciples.

"

"Tang Huan... I seem to have heard this name somewhere?"

"..."

The Yi Jian standings are changing almost every moment.

Every day, monks' names continue to disappear from the jade, and new names continue to enter the list. Watching the changes in the list has become a pleasure for many monks.

"Tang Huan? I remembered!"

An exclamation suddenly rang out. It was a burly man in coarse linen clothes. When he spoke, he clapped his hands fiercely. His copper-bell-like eyes widened and he shouted in disbelief, "He just came here the day before yesterday."

Yijian Villa, and then defeated Yu Mingjing, who was at the peak of the sixth level of True Spirit. That seemed to be his first battle here. In just two days, he had already obtained 540 points?"

"Five hundred and forty points in two days, two hundred and seventy points in one day? This...how is this possible?"

"Are you sure he has only been here at Yijian Villa for two days, not two months?"

"Accumulate two to three hundred points in one day. You have to win twenty or thirty games in a row to achieve this...don't scare me?"

"..."

One stone stirs up a thousand waves!

The words of the man in sackcloth immediately caused a commotion in the crowd. In just two days, he reached the top of the Yijian standings, which is really scary.

In the several years since Yijian Villa appeared, it seems that such a situation has never happened before.

Before this, it took the fastest guy ten days to reach the Yijian standings, but it only took Tang Huan two days.

It is difficult for ordinary monks to survive, let alone twenty or thirty battles, even five battles a day. After all, the opponents in each battle are at least monks of the same level of cultivation, no matter whether they win or lose in the end.

, the speed of infuriating energy consumption is very alarming, and it is impossible to continue fighting.

Under such circumstances, it is especially incredible to accumulate more than 500 points in two days.

"Five hundred and fifty!"

Just when everyone was inexplicably shocked, another exclamation rang out, but the man in sackcloth was staring straight at the lower right corner of the jade. Everyone looked at it, and Tang Huan's ranking rose from six hundred to five hundred and nine.

Fifteen, and the score after the name became five hundred and fifty!

This means that just now, Tang Huan won another victory!

Is it possible that the guy's score today will rise as crazily as yesterday and the day before yesterday? Everyone was extremely surprised, and this thought flashed through their minds like a conditioned reflex.

Soon, they discovered that their suspicions seemed to have turned into reality.

Less than half an hour later, Tang Huan's score became 560!

Another half-quarter of an hour later, five hundred and seventy!

Five hundred and eighty, five hundred and ninety... six hundred and twenty... six hundred and forty...

Almost every half-quarter of an hour, the score behind that name will change, and its ranking in the Yi Jian standings will also rise again and again.
Chapter completed!