The delicate cannon fodder is stunning, saving the male supporting role but getting teased instead

"Chu Mo, you lose." Cui Xinghe said coldly, looking at the man in white before him. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, his eyes filled with pride and mockery.

Chu Mo used his sword to support himself, barely managing to avoid collapse. He spat out a mouthful of blood, his face pale as paper, and felt the spiritual energy in his body rapidly draining away. He knew that the battle was over, and he had been defeated miserably.

Cui Xinghe didn't seem to have any intention of letting Chu Mo go. He snorted coldly and continued, "Why, Chu Mo, the genius of the Chongliu Sect, doesn't even dare to speak after being defeated?"

Chu Mo raised his eyes and looked at Cui Xinghe coldly.

I was defeated today because I underestimated my opponent, but Cui Xinghe is just as arrogant.

"There is always someone better than you, Cui Xinghe, don't be arrogant." Chu Mo's voice was icy cold.

Cui Xinghe scoffed, as if he had heard something funny. He shouted, "Don't worry about that. I, Cui Xinghe, can slay demons and gods when I meet them! You should worry about your own body. With your meridians completely destroyed, how can you continue to be the genius of your sect?"

Hearing Cui Xinghe's words, the sect disciples below the stage sighed. They only saw that Chu Mo seemed to be struggling to stand, but they didn't know that his meridians had been completely destroyed.

The leader of Chongliu Sect looked at Cui Xinghe, who was full of energy on the ring, and his eyes flashed.

This outer disciple with mixed spiritual roots of the five elements grew so fast in such a short period of time that even Chu Mo, a genius in cultivating immortals, was defeated by him.

Although Chu Mo may not be able to practice anymore and the sect has lost a genius in cultivation, as the leader of Chongliu Sect, he does not care who this genius is.

Now Cui Xinghe's talent seems to be above Chu Mo's, and Cui Xinghe seems to like his daughter Xian'er...

Thinking of this, Sect Master Qiao smiled and said loudly, "Great! A great way to slay demons and gods! Since this is a life-or-death arena, victory and defeat are commonplace. I remember you used Xian'er's engagement as a bet before the competition?"

He glanced at Chu Mo, who looked like a useless man, and continued, "Since that's the case, I'm willing to accept defeat. Today, I will cancel Xian'er's engagement with Chu Mo and replace it with an engagement with Xinghe."

Qiao Xian'er, who was standing next to him, couldn't help but cheer.

Chu Mo lowered his eyes and said nothing, as if he didn't care about the so-called engagement.

Seeing that the competition was over, Chu Mo said to Sect Master Qiao in a deep voice: "Since the competition is over, Chu Mo will take his leave first."

Upon hearing this, Sect Leader Qiao smiled kindly, bowed, and said, "Go, go and heal your wounds. I have some high-quality medicine here, and I'll have someone bring it to you later."

After this battle, Cui Xinghe became a celebrity in Chongliu Sect. Everyone was curious about how he became so powerful in such a short time.

However, the former sect genius, the eldest senior brother Chu Mo seemed to have been forgotten. Even when he was mentioned, it was only with sighs and lamentations.

They also seemed to have completely forgotten that not long ago, it was Chu Mo who protected countless disciples of the sect in order to resist the evil cultivators who had infiltrated the sect. As a result, he was seriously injured and has not recovered yet.

"Senior Sister Wenrou, Senior Sister Wenrou, something bad has happened!" A wooden-headed little spirit puppet rushed into the cave while yelling.

Wenrou was currently in seclusion in her own cave. She had been injured while working with her senior brother to capture those demon cultivators, and had even fallen out with the demon world over it.

Wenrou slowly opened her eyes, looked at the little spirit doll she had made, and asked, "What happened?"

Although the little puppet had some wisdom, it was not much. He kept repeating, "Big Brother was injured in the competition, Big Brother was injured in the competition!"

Wenrou frowned. In addition to taking care of her daily life, she also gave it special orders to keep an eye on Chu Mo at all times.

Now the little spirit doll comes in to give a warning despite being in seclusion, so I'm afraid the eldest brother must be seriously injured.

Thinking of this, Wenrou no longer cared about retreating to heal her wounds. She quickly left the cave and flew on her sword towards the direction where her senior brother lived.

On the way, Wenrou also grabbed a disciple and asked specifically about Chu Mo's situation.

After learning the whole story, Wenrou's expression suddenly turned into anger. How dare they? How could they let the eldest brother, who had just been injured in order to protect the sect, go to the life and death arena?

Wenrou became very anxious when she thought about the fact that the eldest brother’s meridians were now completely destroyed.

Although the eldest brother looks cold on the outside, there are two things he cares about. One is the sect, and the other is his cultivation.

Now his meridians are completely destroyed, he has lost his cultivation, and he is being treated like this by the sect.

Wenrou didn't dare to imagine how painful the eldest senior brother would be.

Sure enough, when Wenrou hurried to the cave of her senior brother Chu Mo, the scene in front of her surprised her - she saw Chu Mo holding his sword and cutting his palm without hesitation.

Blood flowed down his palm like a stream, but Chu Mo seemed to have lost his sense of pain and just stared quietly at the blood that continued to flow out.

Wenrou was frightened and hurriedly snatched the sword from Chu Mo's hand. At the same time, she quickly covered his bleeding palm with her clothes.

“Brother, why on earth are you doing this?” Her voice trembled slightly with fear and confusion.

Chu Mo slowly raised his head, and his eyes, which were originally as calm as water, now seemed extremely cold, staring straight at Wenrou.

After the battle in the arena, Chu Mo returned to his cave and meditated to heal his wounds, but he found that no matter how much spiritual power he put into his body, it would eventually dissipate like a flood.

Due to the lack of spiritual energy to nourish and repair his injuries, not only did they not improve, but they became more serious. Chu Mo tried various methods, but it seemed that all his efforts were in vain.

He had just read in an ancient book that a blood sacrifice formation could prevent the outflow of spiritual power, which was why the scene just now happened.

Chu Mo did not explain. He just sat there somewhat decadently, with no trace of the elegant and graceful senior brother he used to be.

Wenrou couldn't help but shed tears. She said in a sobbing voice, "Brother, the world of cultivation is so vast, there must be a way. I will help you heal your wounds!"

Chu Mo didn't say anything. The competition had been over for a long time, and only the sect leader sent someone to throw some high-quality medicine at the door. Everyone else seemed to have forgotten Chu Mo.

Chu Mo was grateful to Wenrou for coming, but he didn't want to burden her, so he said in a hoarse voice: "It's useless, Junior Sister, don't worry about me."

Seeing Chu Mo so haggard, Wenrou finally let out the tears that had been welling up in her eyes. She hated herself for not coming out earlier to stop this competition.