The car from Qingyao Thirteenth Division left, and the female disciples stayed. They, the disciples of Nanxizhai, and the priests who left the palace, treated the wounded in the woods.

The world of practice in recent years is the time when wild flowers bloom, and this year's dynasty test is even more important. With the starlight in the Heavenly Book Mausoleum, dozens of young practitioners under the age of twenty have passed the barrier of life and death and successfully passed the seclusion. The future of the human world looks extremely bright. However, who would have thought that such a big thing happened to Zhouyuan this time, whether it was the national religion, the court, or the sects in the south, they were naturally extremely nervous.

Fortunately, the injuries on the injured were not too serious. Most of them were injured by falling rocks when they fled Zhouyuan. After simple treatment, they were not seriously injured. There were dozens of practitioners who were sneak attacked by powerful demons on the first two nights, and they had already received treatment from Xu Yourong and Chen Changsheng, and the problem was not big.

Among these people, Qijian was the worst injured. The sinister sword directly pierced her lower abdomen, shattering several meridians. Coupled with the pain of running around for dozens of days and nights, as well as the effects of the medicine, he was still in a coma. I don’t know when he would wake up. The elder Lishan who was taking care of her was extremely hard to see.

The commander of the Qijian Mountain took over, so it was natural that he was inconvenient to get too close to him, but he was not far away. He stood under a locust tree not far away, with his eyes closed, and compared with the noisy and chaotic forest, he looked so lonely.

In fact, he was also seriously injured, especially the poison planted by Nanke in his body had already spread, but he did not ask the priest Legun to treat his injuries. There was no expression on his slightly pale face, and he did not say that he would keep people from thousands of miles away. Other human practitioners would not take the initiative to come forward to ask anything due to his related rumors.

The elder Lishan looked back at Zhexiu, with questions and vigilance in his eyes. He wanted to ask something, but in the end he turned his head again and put his mind back on Qijian, who was seriously injured and unconscious.

As the closed disciple of the head of the Lishan Sword Sect, Qijian naturally has different statuses. As soon as he left Zhouyuan, two cardinals from Ligong had carefully diagnosed and treated her. He confirmed that her life should be safe, but his injuries were extremely serious, especially the broken meridians and coma, and he couldn't think of a good way to solve it. He must be brought back to Kyoto or Lishan as soon as possible.

The elder Lishan knew Qijian's life experience and was even more uneasy. If she really couldn't afford to suffer a serious injury, who would know what kind of madness the uncle would do? What made him most uneasy and even a little scared was the sword wound in her lower abdomen.

The sword has sword intent, and there are often residues of sword intent on the sword injury. Li Shanxiu is the sword. This elder only needs to take a look and can sense where the sword that seriously injured Qijian comes from.

When he was uneasy, several screams and shouts came from deep in the woods: "Come on, come."

The elder Lishan turned around and saw the scene there. His expression changed suddenly. He could no longer care about Qijian. He ordered his disciples to take good care of him. He rushed away on his own. He shook his sleeves and shook the crowd around him, and shouted angrily: "What's going on?"

A stretcher was surrounded by the crowd, and the person lying on the stretcher was Liang Xiaoxiao.

Liang Xiaoxiao was seriously injured for some reason. There were more than ten sword tips cut on his body. Two female disciples from Nanxizhai bandaged him, but they couldn't stop the blood from overflowing from under the bandage. The picture looked extremely cruel.

His face was as white as paper, his lips were blue, his eyes were dull, and his breath was weak. The once heroic young genius was only one line away from death. Two female disciples from Nanxizhai squatted on both sides of the stretcher, constantly trying to stop the bleeding for him with bandages, but they could not stop the bleeding and couldn't help panic. One of the younger female disciples even cried and said in tears: "Senior Brother Liang, you can't have anything to do."

The woods were dead silent, and the crowd was shocked and speechless. Liang Xiaoxiao was not an ordinary practitioner, but an inner disciple of the Lishan Sword Sect, one of the seven-character charities in the Kingdom of God, and the first place in the grand dynasty exam last year. However, now, he is actually going to die.

What's going on? Who hurt him?

A cardinal from the palace hurried over, and was shocked to see the scene in the venue. He used the Holy Light Technique without hesitation, and did not hesitate to sprinkle the clear light on Liang Xiaoxiao's body without hesitation.

The venue was quiet and everyone was waiting nervously. After a moment, the blood on Liang Xiaoxiao's body stopped, but... his face was still pale and his eyes were still dull. The cardinal shook his head slowly.

Looking at the expression on the cardinal's face, the elder Lishan shook his body slightly and forced himself to support him. Through the narratives of some people in the field, he knew that Liang Xiaoxiao was finally carried by Zhuang Huanyu, and his eyes looked over with a chill.

"What's going on?"

Zhuang Huanyu also had several sword injuries on his body, but it was not serious and his face was pale. However, it should not be because of the injury, but because of his mental excitement. Listening to the elder Lishan’s question, he looked at Liang Xiaoxiao on the stretcher and he was a little hesitant.

Liang Xiaoxiao was lying on the stretcher, her spirit was better than before, and her breath was slightly stronger. However, when the light was falling that day, she could see some things like shattered glass on the surface of his clothes.

That is a sign of the scattering of the Three Laws of the Kingdom of God, and this God's Kingdom is about to die.

The forest became even more silent and sad, and the crying of the girl from Nanxizhai rose again.

Elder Lishan looked at Zhuang Huanyu and shouted: "Say it."

With this loud shout, a sword intent suddenly arose, covering Zhuang Huanyu. It seemed that as long as Zhuang Huanyu was a little slower, the sword intent would cut him into pieces directly.

Zhuang Huanyu is not an ordinary practitioner, he is a student of the Heavenly Daoyuan. However, at this time, the elder Lishan did not care about these things, and it can be seen how angry he was at this time.

As the host of Zhouyuan opening, Zhu Luo has already arrived at the venue. Naturally, he could not have watched Zhuang Huanyu die like this. He looked at the elder Lishan and said, "Be calm."

At this moment, a weak voice rang out from the stretcher.

"Uncle Master, it has nothing to do with Young Master Huanyu."

Elder Lishan looked at Liang Xiaoxiao, and his voice trembled slightly and said, "Who hurt you like this?"

At this time, most people in the woods thought that the strong man who had infiltrated Zhouyuan seriously injured Liang Xiaoxiao. You should know that Liang Xiaoxiao was the first in the imperial examination last year, and he had been watching the stele in the Tianshu Tomb for a whole year. His realm was extremely profound. Logically speaking, only those strong man in the demon race could hurt him like this.

But Elder Lishan knew very well that Liang Xiaoxiao was not injured by the demons, because he knew the sword marks on Liang Xiaoxiao's body. Those sword marks were like the sword on Qijian's lower abdomen, all... Lishan's sword technique.

The only disciples of Lishan Sword Sect who entered Zhouyuan were Qijian and Liang Xiaoxiao.

Elder Lishan had some vague guess but could not believe it, so his voice trembled very violently.

Liang Xiaoxiao looked at his uncle and shook his head slowly and firmly.

Elder Lishan understood what he meant, and his face showed an incredible expression.

Liang Xiaoxiao was in a state of rejuvenation, and was better than before. His eyes moved slowly. When he saw Qijian in the distance, he paused slightly and continued to move. Only the elder Lishan and Zhu Luo noticed this, and even saw that Liang Xiaoxiao's eyes looked at Qijian were filled with self-blame, confusion, heartache and sadness.

People's eyes moved with his sight, vaguely understanding what he was looking for.

Finally, Liang Xiaoxiao's eyes fell under a locust tree.

Under the locust tree is the wolf boy.

Countless gazes fell on him.

He folded his sleeves and closed his eyes, as if he was unaware of anything.

"It's him." Zhuang Huanyu said with a slight voice: "Ofu Zhexiu... is a spy from the demon clan. He sneaked into us in Zhouyuan. Senior Brother Liang took advantage of it in order to save me."

Hearing this, the forest was silence first, then there was an uproar.
Chapter completed!