"Don't forget..."

  "Even in death, I will not forget..."

  ……

  Zuo Mo slowly opened his eyes, and as he gradually came to, his first reaction was, it hurts so much! His entire body felt like it had fallen apart, and even the slightest movement made him feel pain down to his bones. He immediately became still, not daring to move at all.

  The familiar medicinal scent pierced his nostrils and he immediately identified what it was.

  Alas, life is tough. It seems like every time I participate in a round of competition, I have to enter the hospital once. Looks like this time I'm also injured quite badly.

  "Cough, young master, you're awake."

  Suddenly, a familiar voice came from the right side.

  Big Brother? Zuo Mo couldn't help but turn his neck, looking to the right, and as soon as he moved, he involuntarily let out a hiss of pain.

  He turned his face with great difficulty, but when he saw the senior brother on another bed not far to his right, he was suddenly shocked.

  A person wrapped in bandages all over his body, with only a pair of eyes exposed outside, lay on the bed.

  "Big Brother, is that you?" Zuo Mo asked uncertainly. This guy wrapped up like a rice dumpling was really the invincible Big Brother?

  "Hmm." The person under the bandage responded with a sound, and it was indeed the eldest senior brother. He said: "You were unconscious for the longest time, we were all worried about you."

  "Big Brother Master, who hurt you like this?" Zuo Mo asked incredulously.

  "Hehe, I had a fight with Gu Yongping and he beat me up like this." Wei Sheng said in a relaxed tone.

  Zuo Mo didn't quite believe it: "That little white face isn't that formidable, is he?"

  "He wasn't much better off either." Wei Sheng smiled: "In the end, I cut him down with twelve swords in one breath."

  Zuo Mo heard the words and broke out in a cold sweat, he had already used twelve sword moves……even if that little white face was a big radish, it would still be sliced into small toothpicks. However, he felt this was normal, among peers, how could someone possibly beat up his senior brother to the point of being unable to fight back?

  Although Wei Sheng was Zuo Mo's senior brother, seeing his senior brother looking even more pitiful than himself made his originally low spirits due to injury suddenly lift.

  Poor brothers...

  Suddenly, Wei Sheng suddenly shouted towards Luo Mo's direction: "Luo Shi-di, are you going to behave today?"

  Zuo Mo subconsciously turned his face to the left.

  To his left was another bed, where Luo Li lay, although not as exaggerated as Dashi, but with a pale complexion and a look of severe injury.

  It turned out there was more than one... Zuo Mo was stunned on the spot.

  Luo Li saw Zuo Mo, his face somewhat unnatural. Zuo Mo suddenly remembered that the one who had injured Luo Li seemed to be himself. That mysterious state had already disappeared, but what had happened at the time, Zuo Mo remembered very clearly.

  If Lu Mo's face could move now, his expression would definitely be unnatural.

  At that time, he was in a peculiar state and was playing beyond his level. Even if he recovered now and reset the Tianhuan Yue Ming formation of the 72 Weaving Hand, he wouldn't know if he could succeed even once with ten attempts at unleashing the Moon Whistle Collapse Sound.

  "Is Shixiong doing a bit better?" Luo Li avoided Zuo Mo's gaze and asked Wei Sheng. His current state of mind was much better than before, although Wei Sheng used to be his sword servant, but now he was the Eldest Brother of Wu Kong Sword Sect.

  The stronger one is, the higher their status; this has always been the rule of our school.

  Moreover, Wei Sheng's strength is now unquestionable in the entire Kongtong Sect. Luo Li still has some competitive spirit when facing Zuo Mo, but when facing Wei Sheng, he is completely convinced and acknowledges his superiority.

  "It's much better." Wei Sheng's tone was not like that of a seriously injured person at all, optimistic and open: "I estimate that after some time has passed, I will be able to recover."

  All three were seriously injured and lay in bed unable to move.

  Zuo Mo and Luo Li initially felt a sense of distance, but now they can be considered to have gone through thick and thin together, their relationship gradually melting. As they talked more, they found themselves becoming more and more compatible. Zuo Mo had previously disliked Luo Li, but after getting to know him, he discovered that Luo Li was not as bad as he had imagined. On the contrary, although sometimes unintentionally revealing a hint of pride in his bones, he was straightforward and genuine, not pretentious, a true and sincere person.

  The two of them have fought twice, and both times they were evenly matched, in a way that can also be said to be a friendship forged through battle.

  The two of them admired each other's strength.

  Luo Li said that Zuo Mo had long become one of the most popular figures in Dong Fu. He finally defeated five people with one, and it was spread in Dong Fu as a legendary story. Although everyone did not see him defeating five people with one, but the terrifying big pit in Song Tang Pavilion was seen clearly by everyone.

  Zuo Mo didn't know his own weight, and every time Eldest Brother and Luo Li mentioned this matter, he felt a wave of dizziness in his heart. In his view, Luo Li's strength was much stronger than his own.

  Suddenly remembering this matter, Zuo Mo couldn't help but curiously ask: "Senior brother, that day I saw a woman in front of you, who was she?"

  Luó's face suddenly turned a bit red, and he muttered: "That is my sword spirit."

  "It turns out that Shidi is on the path of Huā Líng." Wei Sheng suddenly enlightened, seeing Zuo Mo seemingly puzzled, and then remembered this guy's lack of dedication to his craft, so he painstakingly explained: "There are many ways to cultivate the sword, strange and varied, all-encompassing. The Sword Spirit is one of them, focusing on cultivating the intent of the sword, shaping the body into a spirit. However"

  He couldn't help but glance at Luo Li twice: "It's not obvious, but Brother Luo's emotions are quite delicate." Seeing Zuo Mo still didn't understand, he smiled and said: "People who cultivate sword spirits mostly have delicate emotions, and can be considered as using their emotions to infuse the sword. When a sword spirit is first formed, it needs to be guided by one's thoughts, only then can the sword spirit gradually take shape."

  Zuo Mo suddenly realized and Luo Li's face turned bright red in an instant.

  "This sect is ultimately a sword-repairing sect, and Brother Shi's sword key must not be abandoned." Wei Sheng said to Zuo Mo.

  "Hmm." Zu Mo responded absent-mindedly, suddenly remembering the Kunlun jade slip that had brushed past him, and couldn't help but ask: "Has the ranking for this Sword Trial come out? Who made it into the top ten?"

  "We're all injured like this, who knows what's going on outside."

  Zuo Mo turned towards Luo Li, and Luo Li also shook his head.

  Zuo Mo could only say, "Let's ask them next time they come." The three of them had been taken care of by Xiao Guo and Li Ying Feng these days. All the seniors of their sect were nowhere to be seen.

  The three of them did not know that the issue of ranking in this trial had become a major problem.

  That last blow interrupted the match. Tian Songzi saw that the Songtao Pavilion had suffered a certain degree of damage and was deeply heartbroken, so he immediately stopped the match. This decision did not receive any opposition from any of the contestants, having witnessed that terrifying collision, they no longer had any interest in competing.

  Many cultivators who came out were spiritually disheartened due to the excessive stimulation they received. What's more unexpected is that the time these cultivators spent in a slump was far longer than others had imagined, which made their seniors in the sect start to worry.

  It can be seen from this that the impact of that shocking and terrifying collision on them was enormous!

  However, for the host of this trial meeting, Tiansongzi, there are many things that need to be worried about. The damage to Songtao Pavilion can be slowly repaired, but another problem must be solved immediately, which is the ranking of this trial meeting.

  This is an extremely tricky question!

  Due to the interruption of the competition, the number of cultivators inside Songtao Pavilion far exceeded ten. Moreover, these cultivators were basically all some ordinary contestants with average strength. Wei Sheng and Gu Yongping both suffered a crushing defeat, and they both fainted. Another dazzling contestant, Zuo Mo, was also severely injured and fainted.

  The top ten is not easy to rank.

  Bai Yuanyan and his four companions hadn't been seen for days because they were all held up by this matter.

  Who would have thought that a group of top-notch Golden Elixir practitioners in one room, like a bunch of kids, would be quarreling with red faces and ears. Some slammed their fists on the table, some cursed loudly, some were ambiguous, but overall it was extremely lively.

  When Pei Yu Ran and his four companions left Dong Fu Hall, despite their incredible cultivation, each of them looked exhausted.

  Lying prostrate on the sickbed, even at this time, her face was still shrouded in a layer of black gauze.

  "Do you feel a bit better today?" Lin Xian asked with some concern.

  She nodded silently, without saying a word.

  Lin Qian's expression was somewhat self-reproachful, he took out a jade bottle and said softly: "I didn't expect that this time you would get hurt because of me. This Qinghua Dan is very beneficial to your body, take it quickly."

  Her body trembled slightly.

  Her eyes suddenly stared at the jade bottle in Lin Qian's hand.

  Qing Hua Dan's name, she had heard of it. It was an extremely expensive and rare spiritual elixir, especially suitable for female cultivators to use, which would greatly benefit their cultivation. Using it to treat injuries made her feel a bit wasteful.

  "Who are you?" Su's gaze shifted from the jade vase and stared at Lin Qian, asking coldly.

  Qing Hua Dan's name she had heard of, but its rarity, she was also very clear. Don't look at Xin Hu Jian Pai being the number one sect in Tian Yue Realm, but Qing Hua Dan, such a high-level spiritual elixir, wasn't something they could possess.

  She had always thought that Lin Qian was a disciple of one of the elders in their sect, but when he took out the Qinghua Dan, she suddenly realized that Lin Qian absolutely could not be a disciple of their sect.

  Another question is where did Lin Qian get the token of this school from?

  What else does he have in mind?

  Her eyes were like arrows, Lin Qian smiled lightly and said, her expression as usual, only gently placing the Qinghua Dan in front of Su: "In any case, not an enemy of Shifu's sister."

  He immediately asked: "I don't know if there was a result from the matter I entrusted you with last time, Junior Sister?"

  Looking at Lin Qian's calm face, Su hesitated for a moment and shook her head: "It wasn't him."

  Lin Qian seemed unsurprised by the outcome, nodding his head: "Thanks to my junior sister, Junior Sister please rest assured and focus on recovering. As for the matter of refining the sword, I'll take care of it myself, and won't let Junior Sister down."

  Having said that, he left.

  Watching him disappear into the distance outside the door, she felt more and more that this person was mysterious and unpredictable.

  In a remote mountain valley of the Lingying Sect, two people were talking. They were Chang Heng and Huang Lian's son. On the surface, they seemed to be fine, but their faces and spirits were much worse than during the competition.

  They were also not spared and suffered varying degrees of injury.

  "This is what you want." The yellow-faced man handed over a jade tablet.

  Often horizontally held jade tablet, glanced at it without looking, and then put it into his bosom.

  The yellow-faced man seemed calm and collected as usual, nodding in satisfaction: "This is half, consider it a deposit. After the matter is settled, I'll give you the remaining half. I'll notify you of the specific time."

  He nodded slightly and said expressionlessly: "Okay."

  He finished speaking and turned around to leave.