"Senior Brother Jiang, are you okay?"
Tang Jin'er trotted up, her little face full of worry.
"I'm fine."
Jiang Fa replied softly.
Tang Jin'er bit her lip, but didn't say anything more.
The hustle and bustle lingered for a long time.
When Qin Xuan was helped out of the ring by Wang Shi and Song Wan, he was almost fainting. His right arm hung softly by his side, and his sleeve was soaked with blood.
Zhao Zhong walked in the front, his face ashen.
Shi Chongshan had already sat back in the stands, holding a tea bowl and whispering something to Li Kunlun beside him, with a faint smile on his face.
Li Kunlun sat with his arms folded, a sneer on his lips.
Zhao Zhong placed Qin Xuan in the temporary medical shed behind the stands. Doctor Zhou from Huichun Hall was already waiting there. Upon seeing this, he started administering acupuncture and medication without saying a word.
"Master Zhao, please rest assured that your disciple's life is safe. The internal injuries can be slowly recuperated, but the injury to his right arm is too serious. The old man can only use silver needles to seal the acupoints to relieve pain, and then apply ointment externally to set the bones. As for how long it will take to fully recover, it depends on his own destiny."
Doctor Zhou worked for a while, then wiped the sweat from his forehead and said to Zhao Zhong.
Zhao Zhong showed a hint of gratitude on his face. "Thank you so much, Dr. Zhou."
Then he turned around and walked to Qin Xuan, looked down at his most proud disciple, stretched out his hand, and patted his shoulder gently.
"Take good care of yourself and don't think about anything else."
Qin Xuan's consciousness was blurred, his lips moved, but no sound came out.
After burning a stick of incense, on the viewing platform.
Meng Qiuran glanced at the audience, cleared his throat, and opened a document in his hand. "In this Qingshan martial arts competition, Zhao Clan Martial Hall Qin Xuan is unable to continue competing due to injury. After discussion with several inspectors, his top seven rankings are retained. According to the rules of the martial arts competition, those who abstain without fighting will be ranked at the bottom of the round, so Qin Xuan is seventh."
As soon as these words came out, Zhao Zhong had no reaction, but the sneer at the corner of Shi Chongshan's mouth became a little thicker.
"As for the fifth and sixth place, they will be determined by the other two losers of this round, Zhou Tai and Liu Mang."
Meng Qiuran continued, "The competition will start in an hour. You can prepare yourself."
Qin Xuan's injury finally stabilized, and Zhao Zhong's expression also softened a lot.
"Seventh place is not bad." He looked at Jiang Fa and said calmly, "If Qin Xuan can keep the top ten, it will be qualified to enter the three major sects. Although it is not as good as some of you, it is enough."
Jiang Fa nodded without saying much.
He knew in his heart that even if Qin Xuan was not injured, given his strength, the chances of winning against the other two opponents who were already at the peak of An Jin were still slim.
The matter has come to this, and it is useless to say more.
An hour later, the battle for fifth place between Zhou Tai and Liu Mang began in the ring.
Zhou Tai's old injury has not healed, but because he broke through the An Jin peak in the battle, his aura is more condensed than before.
Liu Mang was also in poor condition. After the crazy magic stick technique was broken by Jiang Fa, his strength was greatly reduced. Although he adjusted his breath for an hour, his face was still a little pale.
The two exchanged no more than thirty moves, and Liu Mang's stick skills were already showing signs of decline.
However, Zhou Tai's spear moved faster and faster. The spear came out like a dragon, carrying the peak power of An Jin that had not yet had time to consolidate after the breakthrough. Every shot was powerful and heavy.
After another twenty moves, Zhou Tai shot Liu Mang's long stick away with one shot, and the tip of the spear was pressed against his throat.
"Concession."
Zhou Tai put away his gun, cupped his fists and saluted.
Liu Mang gave a wry smile, cupped his fists in return, turned and walked off the stage.
"The fifth place is, Zhou Family Zhou Tai, the sixth place is, Liu Family Liu Mang."
The referee's voice fell, and there was a burst of scattered applause from the stands.
Since then, the ranking of this Qingshan Martial Arts Tournament has been basically clear.
Gu Qingyan was eighth, Lie Jingyun was ninth, Fang Chao was tenth, Qin Xuan was seventh, Liu Mang was sixth, and Zhou Tai was fifth.
The top four fell to Jiang Fa, Li Kunlun, Wang Yanzhi, and Lu Jiu.
Tomorrow will be the most brutal battle between the top four.
It is also the strongest battle.
The night falls, and the lights inside the Zhao Clan Martial Hall are dotted.
Jiang Fa was sitting cross-legged on the bed in the wing room, with the ghost-headed knife spread out in front of him.
Today's battle with Liu Mang seemed to be an easy win, but in fact the full force collision of An Jin at the peak of his performance took a heavy toll on him.
He closed his eyes and adjusted his breath, and Seven-Colored Glazed Glass Art slowly circulated in the meridians, gradually resolving the remaining acidity and swelling in the body.
Tomorrow is the battle of the top four. It is not yet known who the opponent will be, but whether it is Li Kunlun, Wang Yanzhi or the unfathomable Lu Jiu, they are by no means easy to deal with.
The night is dark.
Suddenly there was a sound of footsteps outside the door, approaching from far away and stopping at the door of the wing.
This was followed by two gentle knocks on the door.
"Junior Brother Jiang, it's me."
Jiang Fa opened his eyes, stood up and opened the door.
Standing outside the door is actually Lin Feng, whom I haven't seen for many days.
It's just that he looks a lot more haggard, with sunken eye sockets and a layer of green and black stubble on his chin, as if he hasn't had a good rest in a few days.
"Senior Brother Lin?" Jiang Fa stepped aside, with some surprise on his face. "It's so late, why are you here?"
"I heard that you entered the semi-finals, how could I not come and see you." Lin Feng stepped in the door, not polite, sat down on the bench, and placed a blue cloth parcel in his hand on the table.
Jiang Fa poured him a bowl of water and sat down opposite him.
"Are you still busy with the business at the commercial bank?"
"It won't be finished in a while."
Lin Feng picked up the tea bowl and took two sips, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, remained silent for a moment, and then slowly spoke, "I came here, firstly, to congratulate you, and secondly, to apologize to you. I, Lin Lineage, was supposed to be there to watch the battle at the Qingshan Martial Arts Tournament these days, but... I really can't get away."
Jiang Fa shook his head. "Business matters are important, senior brother, don't worry about it."
"This is not a courtesy." Lin Feng put down the tea bowl and looked a little more serious. "You are worshiped by me, Lin Lineage, and you represent the face of me, Lin Lineage. You have made it all the way to the top four, but Lin Lineage didn't even have an identity to go to the stage. What do others think?"
He paused and looked thoughtful. "But I really didn't expect that your strength has reached this level."
Jiang Fa didn't answer, just waited quietly for him to continue.
"I heard that Junior Brother Qin was injured at the hands of Li Kunlun today?"
Lin Feng asked suddenly.
"Well, the bones in my right arm are completely broken and my internal organs are damaged. Master said I need to recuperate for at least half a year."
"Li Kunlun..."
Lin Feng recited the name silently and frowned. "This person's strength is actually stronger than the rumors. Boulder Martial Hall has been keeping a low profile for the past few years and has worked hard for the Qingshan Martial Arts Association. If you meet him tomorrow, be careful."
"I will."
Jiang Fa nodded.
The next moment, Lin Feng suddenly stood up, opened the green cloth package on the table, and took out a small wooden box from inside.
"Here is a thousand taels of silver notes."
He pushed the wooden box and took out two palm-sized porcelain bottles, one green and one red, and placed them side by side on the table.
"This is the elixir that senior brother asked someone to buy from Fucheng Wanbao Building. There are six pills in two bottles. The green bottle is a rejuvenation pill, which is specially designed to treat internal injuries. It has a miraculous effect on hidden injuries in the ring. You take one pill tonight, which can speed up the recovery of qi and blood. The red bottle is a qi and blood pill, which can assist in cultivation."