Into the World of Medicine

"砰-" a loud noise, Nangong Yu and Qiu Yuanyi once again face up.

The two separated, and the Nangong fell to the ground, standing steadily, pale, but did not see any serious injuries.

On the other hand, Qiu Yuanyi is not so good, he fell directly to the ground. A noble purple coat has been stained at this time, his face is pale and transparent, and the corner of his mouth has been stained with a trace of blood red.

Such a sharp contrast allows the discerning eye to understand at a glance. High and low, the winners and losers have been divided.

"Nangong wins!" Hong Liang’s voice rang again, and the outcome was a foregone conclusion.

Qiu Yuanyi struggled to stand up and arched his hand in the direction of Nangong Temple. Although he lost, but his face did not have a trace of frustration, but with a calm and indifferent. This kind of goodness makes people have to be convinced.

"Concession." Nangong squatted back.

Subsequently, the two turned around and left the ring.

Just at the moment when the two turned around, the audience heard a burst of cheers. This cheer is not only for the winner Nangong, but also for Qiuyuanyi. Win the brilliance and lose grace.

At this point, I have returned to Nangong Temple in my position, taking out the medicine bottle from my arms and swallowing a medicinal herb directly. Although he won the match in this game, he suffered a lot.

After taking the medicine, Nangong’s eyes flashed a hint of darkness. Although he didn't say anything on the surface, he didn't feel that he really won for this match.

He is two steps higher than Qiu Yuanyi, but the result is that they have been playing for so long before he can win. Although Qiu Yuanyi was injured, he did not find any benefit.

If Qiu Yuanyi’s body is not ill, then what Qiuyuanyi’s cultivation will be today is really no one can say.

However, fortunately, this Qiu Yuanyi is no threat even if the talent is higher. A person who has no future will not be his opponent.

Thinking of this, Nangong’s heart is quite comfortable.

No one knows the thoughts of Nangong’s heart at this time. Everyone saw that Nangong was quietly adjusting his interest after taking the medicine.

The mood of the Nangong court ceremony is very good, and the mood of the autumn is not so good. However, he did not blame Qiu Yuanyi, but after asking a few words with concern, he would send Qiu Yuanyi back to Qiuyuan to recover his injuries as soon as possible.

After all, Qiu Yuanyi's body can be different.

The comparison between Nangong Temple and Qiu Yuanyi is really wonderful, which makes the next test seem a bit boring. However, with the two players on the scene, the interest of the people in the audience was immediately raised.

"In the seventh game, Murong poured his face on Murong."

As the sound of Hong Liang sounded, Murong’s face and Murong’s snow fell on the platform and stood opposite.

Murong pours snow and wears a light white gauze dress. The elegant place has a little more dusty temperament. The wide skirt is covered with elegant and luxurious, and the jade-like green silk is simply a flying silk fairy. There is only one white silk. The belt is tied to the top as a decoration, making the hair like a cloud, more soft and moist. The beauty of the eyes and the hope of the glory of the overflowing, red lips between the light smile.

It can be said that the whole person of Murong is so beautiful and beautiful, just like a fairy who has fallen into the dust, so that with a glance, there is no way to remove his sight.