Chapter 3143: Thunder Palm

A month passed quietly, and Qiu Dao's injuries were also recovering at an extremely fast speed. After all, with Yun Yi's entire inner world as his backing, it could be said that it would be difficult for him to die even if he wanted to.

In the first three days, Qiu Dao could get out of bed and walk around. After another two days, Qiu Dao could sit and meditate on his own. After another three days, Qiu Dao was completely alive and kicking.

However, in order not to cause too much of a sensation, Yun Yi still ordered Qiu Dao to continue to maintain the injured posture until Han Yueying, who had just returned from the main sect of the God Realm half a month later.

After returning to the Immortal Realm, Han Yueying did not go to the main hall to look for the third elder, the leader of the Immortal Realm sect, but first went to Qiu Dao's residence to observe his injuries.

After exploring inside and out, Han Yueying's eyes suddenly showed a look of surprise that could not be concealed. In just half a month, this kid's terrible internal injuries that could almost cripple most of the True God Realm monks were almost completely recovered. Not only that , she was even more shocked to find that the true energy in Qiu Dao's body had been completely stabilized at the middle stage of the True God Realm.

"This..." Han Yueying's mind could not help but echo the last words spoken by her master before she returned to the fairy world.

"A person favored by Heaven must be a person jealous of Heaven, and such people are always extremely difficult to die. Ying'er doesn't need to worry!"

Suppressing the shock in her heart, Han Yueying asked softly, "How do you feel now?"

Qiu Dao pretended to ponder for a moment, then smiled, "I thought there was no problem. Now I feel like I can take two steps back from Master!"

Han Yueying raised her hand and hit Qiu Dao on the head with a chestnut, and then lightly spat, "Even Master dares to make fun of you, you brat, how can you do that!"

Even so, the joy in his eyebrows could not be concealed no matter what.

A very honest smile appeared on Qiu Dao's face, and then he hurriedly said as if he remembered something, "Master, I want to practice the dragon-slaying spear technique you gave me before the competition! "

"Okay!" A particularly crisp and happy voice came from Qiu Dao's room.

The January period was coming in a blink of an eye, and Qiu Dao, who was still practicing hard at his residence, was forcibly dragged to the martial arts field by Han Yueying to watch the competition between other disciples of the sect.

There are nearly a thousand disciples who have won ten consecutive battles. After many rounds of competition, everyone has been assigned the best opponent. The hundred arenas have been reduced to fifty, and will be reduced to one after the number of people is eliminated to one hundred. This is to ensure that among the many disciples of the sect, there is a record of which one has greater potential. After that, the sect will naturally allocate resources accordingly.

After watching the battle at noon, Qiu Dao finally met his opponent in the afternoon.

The middle stage of Wonderland? Qiu Dao, who could see the opponent's cultivation level at a glance, couldn't help but turn his head and look at the master in the audience, expressing with his eyes that he didn't want to bully others. However, Han Yueying waved her little hand to him with a serious face, and the meaning was very obvious. If you don't beat him, Master will beat you when you go back.

Qiu Dao surrendered without hesitation, then he grabbed a wooden stick from the audience and shouted loudly to the opponent, "Senior brother, why don't you just admit defeat! I can't do it if my cultivation level is so far behind, isn't it? How about we get together and have a good time?"

How could the disciple who had gone through all kinds of hardships to reach this point be willing to stop here? Then he just snorted coldly as a response, and then he took up the broad knife in his hand and quickly rushed towards the opposite face, which still had a hint of solicitude. The color of hatred.

"No matter what your cultivation level is, I have never encountered an opponent since I first mastered this unique sword. Do you really think that I am a soft persimmon that can be manipulated by others?"

At the same time as the roar sounded, the broad knife in the man's hand suddenly sparked a blue divine light, and then without hesitation, he slashed down at Qiu Dao who was still standing there stupidly.

boom!

At the same time as the loud noise came out, the entire arena also shook violently. Shocking cracks appeared on the ground under both sides' feet, but this was not the most shocking thing, because Qiu Dao actually used the ordinary stick in his hand. The wooden stick blocked the opponent's full blow. Not only that, the blow did not even leave any trace on the wooden stick.

Qiu Dao sighed helplessly, "Brother, why are you doing this? The sect competition is not just this one, but people can only live once!"

As he spoke, Qiu Dao slowly raised his right hand, and then waved it out in response to the weird looks from everyone below...

"Did you see it? I told you before that the first person to advance in our sect's competition was extracted with a big mouth!" Someone was whispering in the audience.

The man stared blankly at the disciple who was knocked unconscious by Qiu Dao's slap and fell to the ring, as well as the opponent's mouth full of broken teeth, and he couldn't help but shudder.

"Damn it, I didn't believe what you said before, but now I completely believe it, but which elder taught that junior brother? Is it possible that he doesn't even know a single martial arts move? Such a joke It’s just looking down on people!”

The person who just spoke pointed at Han Yueying, who had been standing under the ring for a long time without making a move.

"Have you seen it? It's the most beautiful woman in our sect, Elder Han. And I also heard that the reason why she only taught martial arts to that junior brother Big Mouth is because she has no respect for the people around her who pursue her. I can’t help but take this opportunity to let those people see it, so as not to humiliate myself in the future!”

"I'm not! I didn't! Stop talking nonsense!"

Han Yueying screamed in her heart, but her face did not change at all. The sound transmission of the disciples in Xiaoxiaoxiandi naturally could not be hidden from her. After hearing the other party's secret discussion, Han Yueying was even more incompetent and furious towards her disciple who had always been proud of her.

Therefore, she vented all her anger on the two disciples who were talking.

Turning around, raising her feet, she walked to the two people step by step, and then said to them coldly in the eyes of the other party who gradually became terrified.

"Talking about the elders behind their backs is an unforgivable crime. You two will be punished to be confined for one month, and the resources of the sect during this period will be confiscated! Do you two have any objections?"

"No... I dare not!" The two disciples hurriedly lowered their heads and said carefully.

"Where are the deacons!" Han Yueying said coldly, and the next moment, two deacons with slightly trembling shoulders appeared beside her, obviously trying hard to hold back their laughter.

"Suppress the two of them and confine them for a month. You two are responsible for watching over them. During this period, you must not let them leave your sight!"

...

After the farce, Han Yueying finally couldn't bear it anymore and returned to her residence to beat Qiu Dao up. When she left, she left him a martial arts manual and warned him fiercely.

"Don't tell me you can't learn it. You won't have any competitions in the next two days. If I see you slap someone with your big mouth next time, I promise I won't beat you to death!"

Qiu Dao nodded carefully, and then picked up the martial arts manual left by his master, but the next moment his eyes suddenly widened.

On the slightly worn-out martial arts manual were three shocking words.

Thunder Palm!