After the Fairy Disappeared

  Chapter 302 People come and go

  He Lingchuan accepted his kindness with a smile. Meng San's last blow hit his left arm, not only broke his arm, but also shook his internal organs.

   Until the last moment, Monsanto's power remained undiminished.

  This guy is really a tough opponent.

   Arlo knew it as soon as he pinched it: "Your arm is broken!" He stuffed him with a pill, "Swallowing it will help heal the internal injury."

   Then Arlo quickly helped him set the bone, apply medicine, and splint.

  This movement is skillful, but not gentle. He Lingchuan hissed several times, and couldn't help but recall the tenderness of Sun Fuling when he helped him change the medicine.

  He looked down the stage and met her eyes.

  Looking at her eyes bent like crescent moons and her smile like a flower, she must have won a lot of money, right?

   "Okay, okay, don't run, don't jump, don't crush the wound in the next seven days." A Luo quickly helped him deal with it, and Meng San was carried down.

  A Luo went to study Monsanto with other military doctors, and He Lingchuan stepped down slowly. The guards and soldiers along the way gave him thumbs up, clapped him on the shoulder, and kept praising him for his ability.

   Meng San was arrogant in the North and South Courtyards, and I don't know how many people's eyes were blocked. It was He Lingchuan who vented this anger for them.

   Outside the railings of the No. 7 ring are cheering people, especially the big girls with shining eyes.

   This is the highlight moment for the winner, and there is a sense of complacency in the air.

  He Lingchuan took a deep breath. Although his mouth and nose were still filled with the smell of rust, he still felt refreshed.

  Hu Min rushed up in three steps and two steps, waving several big gold coins in front of him: "It's gone! I'll treat you tonight at Yixianglou, don't grab me!"

  He Lingchuan's eyes straightened: "Why did you exchange it for gold so quickly?"

  Hu Min pointed at the skinny man, who was also grinning from ear to ear, and he didn't know which younger brother's bride price he had collected in this wave.

  Sun Fuling walked over: "You are seriously injured, so you can't drink for now."

"Where is it, I drank and drank when I broke my leg last time..." Sun Fuling narrowed his eyes, and Hu Min shuddered, and quickly changed his words, "I'm a bachelor, I know a P? But good food and meat are still good. Is it edible, I heard that there is a new dish in Yixiang Building called 'Two Dragons Win Pearls'..."

  He Lingchuan didn't bother to talk to him, and just grinned at Sun Fuling: "I won!" Keep your word.

  She understood what he meant, and took out a mirror from nowhere and pointed it at him: "Look."

  He Lingchuan looked in the mirror and was startled.

  Just now, he was beaten into the air once and just wiped his face on the ground, but now half of his face is congested and swollen, blue and purple, indescribably embarrassed, and covered with mud and sand.

   "Now? Are you sure?" Sun Fuling suppressed a smile and said, "Is your face still feeling?"

   It's really numb, so let's owe it first. He Lingchuan sighed, and asked her instead: "How much did you win?"

   "Not much." She pointed to Hu Min, "It's only ten times his size."

"ten…"

  Sun Fuling patted his arm, of course it was the intact one: "You really didn't let me down!" A big one, all earned back.

  The thin man came over and stuffed a note into He Lingchuan's hand. The latter saw that it said nine hundred taels of silver was owed.

"What does this mean?"

   "I can't find it, I owe you first, and I'll give it to you later!" The thin man was so busy that he was sweating profusely, his face was sore from laughing. In this battle just now, He Lingchuan's odds were frighteningly high, and now he is making a frighteningly high profit.

  He took the initiative to hand over several ingots of gold to Xiao Maoliang, and said in a doggy way: "Boss Xiao, you won the money!"

  He Lingchuan: "..." So Xiao Maoliang also bet?

  Xiao Maoliang shook the gold ingot at him, still expressionless: "Good job!"

  He has a family business to support and never refuses windfall money.

  However, Xiao Maoliang was more serious than others, and he still remembered to ask He Lingchuan: "Did you only use Yan Hui and Wave Zhan just now?"

   "Yes, Yan Zhan." The combination of these two exercises can achieve miraculous effects. And Yan Zhan can be further transformed into Falcon Strike, and the attack will be even more fierce.

   That's another story.

   "How did he dodge his roar attacking you?" Meng Shan's shaking roar stunned the civilians around the ring. He Lingchuan, who was only two feet away from him, endured the biggest frontal attack. How could he act as if nothing happened?

  He Lingchuan smiled, opened his right hand, and there were two **** of cotton lying on the palm.

  He is familiar with Monsanto routines, and plugs his ears before going on stage. This kind of physical defense is the most effective.

  Of course, autistic hearing is a risky move, and he may not dare to use it against others. Hey, I still need a magic power to defend against this invisible attack.

  Xiao Maoliang was taken aback, then patted his shoulder: "Not bad."

  He Lingchuan lost seven times under Meng Shan, and died seven times. Now he finally turned defeat into victory. The kind of elation and excitement is really indescribable.

  Thoughts are clear.

   Don't underestimate this emotion. Many practitioners are limited by a certain fiasco, and since then it is difficult to clarify their state of mind, and they are no longer brave and diligent.

   For him, the victory over Monsanto was a milestone victory.

  After kicking away the shadow of this humanoid bear, he truly felt that the world is vast and that there are infinite possibilities from now on.

   "That's right, it looks like you have realized your own way." A good sword technique can be extended infinitely, it just depends on how the user comprehends it. In time, there might be another general in Panlong City, Xiao Maoliang was very pleased.

   At this time, Yuewu Hall also sent people to congratulate, and then pointed to the board next to the No. 7 ring and asked He Lingchuan: "Do you want to defend the ring? You can fight in 40 days."

   These 40 days are time for healing, and it is very humane.

   That board is the champion list.

  He Lingchuan took a look, it turned out that the champion was not the only one, there were four names on it.

Hu Min saw that he was puzzled, so he explained to him: "The masters will also be injured, and they need time to heal their injuries. Before they lose, they will be on the list. These four are the masters who have successfully defended the ring before and have not been defeated so far. .”

The thin man finally finished counting the money with others, and at this moment he squeezed over with a blushing face: "Unless the injury is too serious, if someone invites you to fight, the champion must fight within forty days, otherwise even if you fail to defend the ring, you will be automatically removed from here." .Also, the number of champions on the list cannot exceed ten, otherwise the Martial Arts Hall will match up the contestants."

  He Lingchuan looked up. In this way, there are only five challengers now, which is the result of PK with each other?

  The skinny man paused and said again: "Duao Dao, fighting in the No. 7 arena is better than the South Campus of the Martial Arts Hall."

   "Why?" Ask if you don't understand.

   "Others know you are the champion, and those who don't have a lot of real kung fu dare not come up to challenge; if you find someone to compete with in the South Court of the Martial Arts Hall, you may not know each other's depth."

   To put it bluntly, it is a matter of efficiency. The No. 7 challenger can fine-tune out stronger opponents.

  Both of them were telling the truth, He Lingchuan thought about it, and agreed to Yuewutang to become the glorious No. 7 champion.

  He lacks actual combat, and confrontation with masters is the fastest way.

  Then Yuewutang erased Meng San's name, wrote "He Lingchuan" in big red fonts, and marked his identity as "Guard".

   On the busy street, this is really... very conspicuous. I'm afraid that before tomorrow's breakfast time, half of Panlong City will know that the new champion of ring No. 7 has been born.

  He Lingchuan touched his chin, he liked it.

   After all, he is still injured, and he should go home to recuperate after receiving the champion award.

   There was a sea of ​​people in front of the main entrance of Yuewu Hall, Sun Fuling glanced at it and said, "Let's go through the back door."

   "There is a back door here?" He has come to Yuewu Hall to play eight times without knowing it.

   "Of course there is."

  At that moment, the group of people passed the small path beside the north courtyard of Yuewu Hall, and quietly went out through the small gate on the northwest side.

  The further north you go, the quieter the martial arts hall becomes, and most people here have also gone to watch the martial arts competition. He Lingchuan looked at the arena inside the fence, wondering if Zhong Shengguang and others would also come here to exercise their hands and feet?

   It was much quieter outside the northwest gate.

  However, just as He Lingchuan left the house, forty or fifty people came up to greet him with smiles. Some wanted to hire him as an enshrinement to the chamber of commerce, and the treatment was favorable, and some praised him for being young and promising and wanted to recruit him as a son-in-law.

   There were seven or eight girls chirping, all of whom came to express their admiration. Two enthusiastic and bold ones stuffed the note directly into the splint in He Lingchuan's hand, hoping to ask him for advice.

  He Lingchuan glanced down, and it seemed to be an address.

  Sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl, at the same age as a flower, with rosy apple skin, and spring-like eyes.

  He Lingchuan's throat was a little dry, he coughed twice and was about to say something, but whoever let go of his aura built an invisible wall of air and immediately pushed everyone three or four feet away.

  The girl closest to her almost fell to her ass.

  The thin man supported her, and quickly smoothed things over: "He's a wounded one, let's talk about it later, ah, don't squeeze, don't worry, he's still here to guard the ring!"

  He Lingchuan turned his head, wanting to see who pushed down the other girl, but everyone was watching the fun, while Sun Fuling stared at the chirping magpies on the roof, watching carefully.

   At this time, the carriage also came, and a group of people quickly got on the carriage.

  Hu Min patted the coachman on the shoulder: "Go to Yixianglou."

  He Lingchuan was taken aback: "Go now?"

"It'll be dark in another hour, so it's not too late to get a seat first." Hu Min said with a smile, "I told Mr. Xiao, and he'll be here in a while. Your performance is really good today, I think you can join Dafeng in advance. The army is hopeful."

   "Really?" This was a pleasant surprise, and He Lingchuan was refreshed, "Don't wait for me to be a captain?"

"There are exceptions to everything. It's not uncommon for us to be promoted beyond the rules. You sacrificed your life to save General Nan Ke. You are the first in the team and you defeated Meng San. In terms of strength, you are already qualified." The carriage bumped, and Hu Min also Shaking his head, "Of course what I say doesn't count, it depends on what the higher-ups consider."

  The carriage turned the corner, and Sun Fuling suddenly knocked on the wall: "Stop, I'll get off here."

"Hey?"

  He Lingchuan asked her: "Aren't you going to Yixiang Tower?"

   "No, I have something else to do." The carriage stopped, and Sun Fuling got out of the carriage decisively after putting on a face towel, but she winked at He Lingchuan, "Don't worry, I won't renege on my debt. See you at home."

  Although he couldn't see the expression, He Lingchuan felt that she was smiling.

  (end of this chapter)