Sword wash rivers and lakes

Chapter 8
"Cough...cough..."

As soon as Wu Jia walked out of the gate, Yu Fei's face quickly turned pale, and he couldn't help coughing violently.

"Brother, how are you?" Zhang Shijie asked with concern.

He knew that Yu Fei must be exhausted physically, without the support of internal strength, even the best swordsmanship would be difficult to sustain.

It was not easy for Yu Fei to stop coughing, and he waved weakly to Zhang Shijie: "I can't die, help me go back to my room to rest first."

My family knew about my own family affairs. Yu Fei's current situation was even worse than what Zhang Shijie thought. Just now Wu Jia was still there. For the sake of face, he tried his best to hold on. After urging Wu Jia away with a few words, Yu Fei was immediately beaten back to his original form.

In the east wing, after Zhang Shijie helped Yu Fei to the bed, he closed the door and exited. He knew that at this moment, all he could do was to keep the courtyard as quiet as possible and let Yu Fei meditate and adjust his breathing.

Yu Fei's body was in chaos. Just now he forcibly detonated the large drop of psychic liquid in his dantian, allowing him to gain several times the skill bonus at that moment, but the sequelae were also very fierce. run around.

With his current cultivation base, he simply cannot bear such a large amount of spiritual liquid raging in his body.

He feels pain all over his body now.

In desperation, Yu Fei ran the Hun Tian Jue again, and after finding out the distribution of the psychic fluid in his body, he ran the Yuanyuan Jing at the same time, enduring great pain, and slowly guided and gathered the psychic fluid raging in his body.

Then squeeze the re-gathered liquid into the palm of your hand, then force the liquid out from your fingers and drop it into an empty bowl.

After the psychic liquid was separated from the body, Yu Fei suddenly felt a burst of weakness. He could no longer support his tired body, fell on the bed and passed out, and didn't even have time to take a look at the drop of emerald green psychic liquid in the bowl.

Five hours later, Zhang Shijie knocked on the door and entered the room.

"Brother, are you feeling better? Come on, I'll make a bowl of porridge, and I'll get up and fill my stomach first." Zhang Shijie said with concern while standing in front of the bed with the bowl in his hand.

After eating a bowl of steaming porridge, Yu Fei immediately felt his physical strength recovered a lot.

"Brother Zhang, thank you!" Yu Fei cupped his hands in thanks.

"My brother, be polite, wait until I go to the kitchen to fill another bowl, and I will have the strength to speak when I am full." Zhang Shijie turned around and was about to leave.

"Brother Zhang, please wait a moment, I'll just go there by myself." Yu Fei jumped up from the bed, and he was not seriously ill, so he couldn't let Zhang Shijie wait on him all the time.

In the kitchen, Yu Fei ate another three bowls of porridge, and then he burped. Most of the boys, I was eating to death, and he was talking about a guy in his age group.

"Brother, the duel in the morning was really enjoyable, but I don't know if that guy surnamed Zhao is still in the mood to eat." Zhang Shijie said happily.

He also couldn't understand Zhao Yuhan's arrogance. Isn't he just a third-level warrior? What's the matter? Although Zhang Shijie was extremely envious in his heart, he still couldn't stop his contempt for Zhao Yuhan.

"Brother Zhang is right, but not many people in this villa know that he lost to me, so it doesn't affect him much!" Yu Feiyu said to Zhang Shijie earnestly, with the meaning in his words.

Zhang Shijie looked at Yu Fei with a sullen expression: "Brother, I'm sorry for him this time. When I went out just now, I accidentally made a slip of the tongue and told Xiao Li about it. As for who Xiao Li will tell, I don't know."

The two looked at each other, then clapped each other's hands, and after a while, they burst out laughing at the same time.

Xiao Lizi, the handyman in charge of the watch, is a well-known gossip expert in the villa, as long as he hears gossip and gossip, everyone in the villa will know it within an hour.

According to Zhang Shijie's estimate, if everything goes well, Zhao Yuhan should not be in the mood to eat now.

Indeed, at this time Zhao Yuhan was coming back from the outside angrily.

"boom……"

The door was kicked open by Zhao Yuhan.

That surname Yu was so despicable and shameless, he gritted his teeth and secretly hated it.

In the morning, because he was too careless, he accidentally lost to Yu Fei in the duel. Just because of this, he stayed in the room and was depressed all day.

Seeing that it was getting dark this day, Zhao Yuhan planned to go out for a walk, trying to relieve the pent-up air in his chest by taking a walk. Unexpectedly, after walking around outside, not only did the air in his chest not dissipate, but he even provoked a Belly fire back.

It turned out that Zhang Shijie's strategy had already taken effect.

Zhao Yuhan was walking in the villa when he heard someone whispering in front of him.

"Have you heard? Zhao Yuhan, who claims to be a martial arts genius, was defeated by Yu Feicai."

"I also just heard that it was said that he was knocked down by Yu Feicai after three tricks. That Zhao Yuhan is too good, and he still calls himself a martial arts genius. Pooh!"

"Have you heard that Yu Waste Material didn't use a weapon, and defeated Zhao Yuhan with one move. It seems that Zhao Yuhan really deserved his name."

"Yes, it seems that Zhao Yuhan's third-level martial artist's assessment is not good enough. He can't even defeat a waste material with no internal strength. There must be something dark about it."

"Have you heard that today, when Yu Huacai challenged Zhao Yuhan, Zhao Yuhan knelt on the ground and begged for mercy before the waste material made a move."

Zhao Yuhan was so angry that he almost vomited blood when he heard these gossips all the way. He was the one who gave Yu Feiqi the nickname Yu Waste Material, but now hearing it in his ears, he felt extremely ironic.

In the end, he didn't even bother to take a walk, and ran back to the room angrily.

"My surname is Yu, since you are so heartless, don't blame me for being unrighteous." Zhao Yuhan said fiercely there.

"boom……"

The door of Zhao Yuhan's room was knocked open again, and his follower Wang Quanshun ran in from outside in a hurry.

Wang Quanshun didn't even catch his breath, so he hurriedly said: "Brother Han, something is wrong, there are people talking outside saying that you were defeated by Yu Waste..."

"Get lost..." Before Wang Quanshun could finish his sentence, Zhao Yuhan, in a rage, picked up an empty bowl from the table and threw it on his forehead.

Wang Quanshun was terrified, and quickly tilted his head. The empty bowl brushed past his ear, and hit the ground with a "bang..." sound, and immediately shattered into countless pieces.

Zhao Yuhan, who is always gentle and elegant, now has a distorted face.

Seeing that the situation was not going well, Wang Quanshun quickly turned around and ran out like hell.

This is really called three people becoming a tiger. It has to be said that no matter which plane or dynasty it is in, the power of rumors is almost invincible.

It was the first time in Zhao Yuhan's life that he fell into the trick of rumors, and this trick was cruel and poisonous enough.

Not to mention whether Zhao Yuhan would be so angry that he would have a heart attack, but at least now, Yu Fei was in an extremely happy mood. Although he didn't know the rumors spreading outside, Zhao Yuhan was so angry that he was about to vomit blood, but just The victory he won in the morning was enough for him to keep this happy mood throughout the day.

(End of this chapter)