My God of Wealth is a Short-lived Ghost

Chapter 260: Genius!

Liang Qingzhou couldn't help but frown after hearing this. "I remember the Qinggu Sect of Wujin Country. Didn't the outer sect elders never accept disciples? Why is your sect different? What's the reason?"

Ouyang Qingshu sighed and motioned the two to look at Jiao Chujun who was ready to go. "This child is the younger brother of my junior brother's disciple. He is very talented. My junior brother wanted to make an exception and accept him as his disciple, but he insisted on trying his luck in the outer sect."

At this time, the leader of Qinggu Sect lit a stick of incense, then transformed into a long whip, swung the whip hard, and when the whip sounded, Jiao Chujun quickly transformed into a long sword, flew onto the back of the phoenix, and then flew straight towards Hu Yuefei.

His footsteps were extremely fast, and the tip of his sword landed on the colorful stone, sparks flew everywhere, and he looked very imposing.

Hu Yuefei drew his long sword from his waist, but he was still a step slower than Jiao Chujun. He could only quickly raise his sword to block the attack. Then he used his Qinggong to stand on the left wing of the Phoenix. However, he was still calm and composed as if he was determined to win.

Seeing this, Jiao Chujun was instantly intrigued. "Interesting," he said, and raised his sword again. Then, he swung the sword at Hu Yuefei with all his strength.

Ye Mianwan couldn't help but be shocked when he saw the speed and force of Jiao Chujun's sword. "Isn't this a fatal move?"

Wan Sutong frowned and said with a worried tone, "His realm seems to be higher than Hu Yuefei's."

Ouyang Qingshu nodded and said helplessly, "He is a fifth-level Jindan, and Hu Yuefei is a third-level Jindan."

Liang Qingzhou put the teacup on the table and snorted coldly, "I don't think he wants to make a living, he is just jealous of talent."

Ouyang Qingshu hummed and agreed with Liang Qingzhou's statement. "Yes, but we can't afford to offend the Jiao family. I had no choice but to come up with this method with my father. It's a pity for this child. I don't know when he can ascend to the upper realm."

At this time, Hu Yuefei dodged another heavy blow from Jiao Chujun by leaning sideways. He clenched the knife in his hand as if he was going to strike with all his strength, but he turned his head to look at the outer disciples below the stage, then gritted his teeth, turned his head to the side, closed his eyes, and flew behind Jiao Chujun. Just as he was about to put the knife on Jiao Chujun's neck, Jiao Chujun sneered and turned around to quickly raise his sword to block it.

Hu Yuefei frowned and was about to increase the strength of his hand, but the next moment Jiao Chujun curled his lips slightly, turned sideways, retracted his long sword, and hit Hu Yuefei in the chest. Seeing this, Hu Yuefei turned sideways slightly, so he did not take all of Jiao Chujun's strength. He spat out a mouthful of blood and fell off the stone sculpture.

Wan Sutong hadn't recovered from the scene before she heard a shout from the audience, "Brother Hu!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Hu Yuefei fell heavily on the fighting field with a loud bang, and immediately brought up the surrounding sand, making it difficult to see how badly Hu Yuefei was injured.

At this time, the leader of Qinggu Sect saw that Jiao Chujun still wanted to fly down to fight with Hu Yuefei, so he quickly shouted, "Jiao Chujun wins!"

After hearing this, Jiao Chujun had no choice but to withdraw his sword in dismay. Before leaving, he did not forget to mock Hu Yuefei, saying "Weaklings are not worthy of staying in Qinggu Sect." Then he flew away.

The outer disciples in the audience also went up to the arena, and even Ouyang Qingshu flew down from the stands to check on Hu Yuefei's injuries.

Wu Biao picked up the teacup and took a sip of tea. After a while, he said with a mocking tone, "I didn't understand why Emperor Hongyu openly issued an order to suppress the Jiao family. Now that I see the younger generation of the Jiao family, huh, no wonder..."

After hearing this, Liang Qingzhou glanced at Wan Sutong beside him, then chuckled with sadness in his eyes, "There must be a reason for this. When my senior brother was alive, he always cared about his people. I admire him. It's a pity that he has a short life... Alas."

As soon as she finished speaking, Ouyang Qingshu flew back to the stands. Behind her, an older disciple was holding Hu Yuefei, who was covered in dust and had blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.

When they got closer, they realized that Hu Yuefei was only about 15 or 16 years old, but he looked mature beyond his age. Although he was unconscious, he was still frowning.

Liang Qingzhou sighed when he saw this, then slowly stood up and signaled Ouyang Qingshu to put Hu Yuefei here.

Seeing this, the older disciple looked at Liang Qingzhou with great gratitude and said, "Thank you, Liang Guo Tai Shang Huang."

Liang Qingzhou shook his head slightly and then looked at Wan Sutong, "Come on, let me see how much you have learned from Master."

At the same time, the leader of Qinggu Sect shouted again, "Song Zizhen vs. Wang Tong!"

The leader of Qinggu Sect spoke so loudly that Wan Sutong could not hear what Liang Qingzhou said. She could only point at herself with a confused look on her face, then turned her head to look at Feng Ming. Before Wan Sutong could speak, Liang Qingzhou sneered, "No need to look at him. There will be many injured soon. Do you think Qinggu Sect invited us here just to watch the competition?" He pointed to the six doors behind the chair and said, "This pharmacy will be full of people soon. But today, with you, me, Junior Sister Feng, and Yun Xiao, a total of four people, it should be much faster."

As soon as these words came out, Wan Sutong and Feng Ming held their foreheads at the same time. "I knew it was a pharmacy." After saying that, Wan Sutong stood up and walked to Hu Yuefei. He first checked if there were any external injuries. After confirming that there were no external injuries and only a broken leg, he raised his hand to feel Hu Yuefei's pulse.

Seeing this, Shen Yao gently pushed Gu Yunxiao and said, "You are busy now, and you still say you are here to watch the fun. I know that there is no such thing as a free invitation in this world."

Gu Yunxiao smiled and said, "Didn't your husband tell you that I would bring you to watch the fun today?" Then he patted the back of Shen Yao's hand and said, "Just sit here and watch."

At this time, Gu Yunxiao saw Wan Sutong retract his hand, and then began to use spiritual power to set Hu Yuefei's bones with a serious face. He walked forward slowly to check Hu Yuefei's pulse with some doubts, and after a moment he sneered, "This kid is quite smart."

After hearing this, Ouyang Qingshu looked at Gu Yunxiao anxiously, "But is everything okay?"

Gu Yunxiao nodded slightly and said calmly, "When he wakes up tomorrow, he can just let his spiritual power flow through his body." After that, he walked back to Shen Yao and sat down beside her. He whispered, "I had some doubts about my junior uncle's medical skills. Now you see, the bone-setting technique is not something that anyone can learn, and it's exactly the same as my grandfather's. He's a genius."

Although Gu Yunxiao's voice was low, Wan Sutong heard every word of it. So she straightened her waist proudly and patted the non-existent dust on her hands.

Liang Qingzhou walked forward doubtfully and touched Hu Yuefei's reattached calf. Then he nodded with satisfaction and looked at the older disciple, "Carry him into the house and let him rest."

After saying that, he turned around and looked at Wan Sutong with a tone full of satisfaction and affirmation, "Take a rest, Master really chose the right person."

Wan Sutong chuckled and returned to her seat. As soon as Wan Sutong sat down, the leader of Qinggu Sect announced:

"Wang Tong wins!"

Wan Sutong looked up when she heard this, and saw a graceful girl standing on the back of the phoenix. Although the girl's arm was scratched and blood was dripping, she did not cry out in pain or even frown.

Apparently, the young man who fell off the arena and lost his second chance to compete was Song Zizhen.

Soon, Song Zizhen was carried up on a stretcher by an older disciple, and Wang Tong walked to Ouyang Qingshu's side very cautiously, and then carefully observed Ouyang Qingshu's emotions. Seeing that Ouyang Qingshu was a little surprised, he knelt down and kowtowed, "Disciple wants to worship you as his master."

As he finished speaking, the leader of Qinggu Sect spoke again

"Li Songyi vs. Zhao Changlin"

After hearing this, Wan Sutong glanced at Feng Ming and motioned her to go see Song Zizhen, while she stayed here to watch the fun.

Feng Ming sighed, shook his head, and walked into the pharmacy.