I asked you to go down the mountain and get married, not to shock the world!

The people in the audience were immediately attracted by Mingchuan's laughter.

Indeed, no one expected that this arrogant boy could turn defeat into victory by using his brute force.

Everyone suddenly burst into laughter.

The presiding elder shook his head helplessly and announced loudly: "Zhao Hu wins!"

Zhao Hu felt uncomfortable with their laughter, so he turned his head and looked at Mingchuan with a dark face, showing a contemptuous gesture.

"What are you laughing at? Are you as good as me? Shut up!"

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Mingchuan didn't show any restraint at all.

This kid is indeed reckless, but he is very resilient and has a ruthless spirit of not admitting defeat. If he can be polished well, he may become a useful person.

Zhao Hu's face flushed red, and he was too angry to bother paying attention to him anymore, so as not to waste time arguing with him and affect himself.

As she watched Zhao Hu leave, Jin Man chuckled.

"This Zhao Hu is quite interesting. But compared to you, he's still far behind."

Mingchuan grinned. "You really think highly of me. But this guy is really something. I'm even looking forward to fighting him."

Jin Man shook his head and did not respond.

Mingchuan's eyes fell on Zhao Hu's bleeding shoulder.

The flame spiritual power in the wound was still running around, obviously the meridians were injured by the forced power just now.

He took out a bottle of healing pills from his storage bag, already having a plan in mind.

The second round of competition continued, Su Hao advanced easily, and several strong disciples also won successfully.

By the end of the second round, the final list of the top ten was finally determined.

Mingchuan, Luo Yang, Su Hao and Zhao Hu were among them.

It was all as expected.

The presiding elder announced the end of the second round and that the final round of competition would be held tomorrow to determine the final ranking.

The disciples dispersed one after another. As soon as Zhao Hu stepped down from the stage, he was stopped by Mingchuan.

"Hey, reckless man."

Zhao Hu turned his head and saw the medicine bottle handed to him by Mingchuan. He was stunned for a moment: "What are you doing? Are you trying to poison me?"

"You're so cunning! You're afraid you can't deal with me, so you want to take action in advance! I'm going to expose your evil deeds!"

Mingchuan didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "You think too badly of me, don't you? This medicine is for your shoulder injury. Otherwise, if you delay it any longer, you won't be able to go on stage tomorrow."

"Is this true?" Zhao Hu took the medicine bottle suspiciously.

Given Mingchuan's current status and position, there is really no need to harm him.

With some doubt in his heart, he opened it and took a smell. A clear medicinal fragrance hit his face, and he immediately felt the pain in his shoulder relieved a little.

Zhao Hu's eyes lit up.

He looked at Mingchuan with an uncomfortable look on his face: "Okay, thanks. But in tomorrow's competition, I won't show mercy!"

"I'll wait." Mingchuan smiled, turned around and left with Yaya and the other two.

Looking at Mingchuan's back, Zhao Hu clenched the medicine bottle in his hand and muttered, "This guy... doesn't seem so annoying?"

"No, no, I can't let myself be influenced. This brat is very cunning and has too many tricks up his sleeve!"

Zhao Hu snorted coldly and turned away.

After Su Hao saw this scene, he patted Mingchuan on the shoulder and said, "Zi'ang, you are too kind to others. He is your rival."

Mingchuan smiled and said, "It's okay. If I don't give him medicine, with his injuries and the resources of the outer sect, not only will he not be able to get up tomorrow, but such a good talent may be wasted in the future."

"Hahaha..." Su Hao laughed heartily with satisfaction, "Great! As expected of Junior Brother Ziang, you have such a broad mind!"

"In that case, I look forward to your showdown tomorrow!"

"Okay, I'm leaving now. Go eat and have a good rest."

After Su Hao finished speaking, he said goodbye to Mingchuan.

Mingchuan nodded and watched him leave.

But Luo Yang's cool breath came from not far away.

Mingchuan originally thought that this man was going to come over and say something harsh to him, but he didn't expect Luo Yang to just calmly pass by him and glance at him.

That look was full of various deep meanings, but she didn't say much to him.

After a while, he followed Su Hao away.

Jin Wa watched his reaction from the side, feeling somewhat unhappy: "What's wrong with this Senior Brother Luo Yang? He seems to be acting so sinister that it makes me feel very uncomfortable."

Mingchuan smiled and patted the boy's head: "It's okay, don't worry about it. Let's go."

"Okay." Jinwa nodded.

Mingchuan left with his three children.

Watching him go away, Su Hongzhen, who was not far away, stroked his beard with satisfaction.

"Indeed, this boy is a talent. With him, our sect will soon be able to restore its former glory..."

As night fell, the lights of the Qingcheng Yufa Sect dotted the mountains like stars.

In the cave of Fentian Pavilion, Mingchuan was sitting cross-legged in meditation, and the fire spiritual power flowing through his fingertips was more condensed than during the day.

He recalled the details of several competitions today, especially Zhao Hu's ruthlessness that disregarded rules and the fluctuations of Luo Yang's spiritual power when he broke through, and frowned slightly.

Tomorrow's round-robin match may not be as easy as today.

However, the most difficult reason is that he has to suppress the power in his body even more.

Otherwise, he might have a breakthrough on stage like Luo Yang.

By then, his strength will be fully exposed, which will definitely attract the attention of others...

Gotta be careful.

"Brother Ziang, do you think I'm practicing correctly?"

Yaya held the short sword with the word "Ling" in its hand and demonstrated the basic sword moves taught by Bai Tianmingchuan. The bell bracelet jingled with her movements.

Although her spiritual power is weak, it is extremely pure. Although her sword moves are immature, they reveal a sense of spiritual energy.

Mingchuan opened his eyes, nodded, and smiled, "Not bad. Remember to relax your wrist a little more and let the spiritual power flow naturally along the sword."

He stood up and walked over to Chen Shu and Jin Wa, who were studying the "Basic Atlas of Fire Spirits". The stone slab was covered with various runes.

"The node of this fire rune is wrong."

Mingchuan picked up the branch and drew it again on the stone tablet. "Remember, the flow of fire spirit requires a balance of hardness and softness. Too much hardness will cause stagnation."

Chen Shu and Jinwa looked at each other and nodded quickly to take note of it.

"Yes!"

They knew that tomorrow's competition was not only Mingchuan's battlefield, but also a good opportunity for them to observe and learn.

With such a good example as Mingchuan, they must not fall behind.

At the same time, muffled noises were heard from Zhao Hu's cave.

He was shirtless, and the wound on his shoulder had been treated with the medicine given by Mingchuan. At this moment, he was punching the stone wall, and the flames on his fists were more intense than during the day.

Zhao Hu's eyes flickered a few times. He didn't expect that Mingchuan was not lying to him.

Could he be that kind?

"Cang Ziang, tomorrow I will definitely let you know how powerful I am!"

Zhao Hu pondered in his mind, then turned around and put these messy thoughts aside.

He growled, using all his strength in every punch. Spider-web-like cracks gradually appeared on the stone wall...