Above the floating island, the blazing afternoon sun did not warm the temperature of the island at all.

At the end of the first match of the quarterfinals, the competition of the Grandmaster group came to a standstill, and many masters rushed to the edge of the ring to clean up the ice chips on the ring.

During the clean-up process, some martial artists who did not cultivate enough were frostbitten from time to time and carried away from the scene.

There were also some martial artists who cleaned up well, but they suddenly fell down and were injured by the sword qi remaining in the ring.

Such a scene shocked the crowd of spectators, and many people really understood how terrifying Qin Mo and Huan Ze's strength was.

"Qin Mo, Huan Ze, it's a pity ......"

"The battle between these two should have happened in the ...... of the Final Four"

"The sword is like madness, the ice is like a prison, the young generation of Xiling Battle City is really a genius......"

Many people shook their heads and sighed, the result of this battle was of course Qin Mo's victory. However, it was obviously a miserable victory, Qin Mo and Huan Ze were seriously injured, and a discerning person could see it at a glance.

Therefore, even if Qin Mo has advanced to the semi-finals, he will not be able to participate in the semi-finals, and he will only suffer humiliation by facing him with a serious injury.

Many people lamented that the previous prediction about the candidates for the top four was half wrong. However, it is a pity that the two who have the strength of the real top four are absent from the final four.

......

Behind the floating island, there is a courtyard, which is a special healing place for the Donglie Legion, and idlers are forbidden to enter.

In the courtyard, the earth was full of air, Qin Mo and Huan Ze were lying on two beds respectively, the two of them were covered with bandages, and their breath seemed to be in a coma.

Wisps of earth qi seeped into the two of them little by little, treating their injuries.

In the courtyard, waves of people came from time to time to visit Qin Mo's injuries.

The Thousand Yuan Sect is the same family, and the strong man of the Dong family...... , waves of people came one after another, leaving all kinds of treasure medicines to heal Qin Mo's injuries.

However, after checking Qin Mo's injuries, the visiting crowd shook their heads one after another, all of them regretful.

Qin Mo's injuries, if they were serious, were not so serious, and they did not reach the level of injuring the internal organs and damaging the foundation of martial arts.

If it is not serious, it is not so, the meridians of the whole body are frostbitten, and the true power does not work well, especially the injuries on the hands are even more serious.

Such an injury requires at least ten and a half days and a half of recuperation before it can be used with people.

That is to say, Qin Mo's next competition can only be abstaining.

"Master Mo, take good care of your injuries, don't think about anything else. This Eagle Falcon Wing Trial, your performance, the sect is proud of you!" Lord Gu Feng patted Qin Mo's arm and led everyone in the sect to leave.

Dong Dongdong, Qin Yunjiang, and Xiong Biao wanted to stay and take care of Qin Mo's injuries, but this courtyard was the important place of the Donglie Legion, and if it weren't for the top eight players of the Eagle Falcon Wing Test, it was forbidden to stay here for too long.

......

"What a pity! I originally hoped that I would fight you in the semi-finals......" When Jian Yueji came to visit, she said regretfully, leaving a box of healing needles, and then left.

What made Qin Mo cry and laugh was that this box of healing divine needles was cast by him, and there were still many stocks in the treasure bag, but he didn't expect that Jian Yueji would give it to him.

However, the price of the healing needle of the "Feather Pavilion" in the main city of Xiling can be described as amazingly high. Jian Yueji's gift is quite heavy.

......

"Oh, that's good! You little white face, and someone gave you this kind of magic needle to heal your wounds. It seems that even if your martial arts are exhausted, you can still rely on this face to eat......"

When Yin Hongling came to visit, when she saw this box of magic needles, her beautiful eyes flashed, and she said teasingly.

Lying on the bed, the corners of Qin Mo's mouth squirmed, and he wanted to say a word, but it touched the wound, and the pain was so painful that cold sweat flowed out.

"Huh...... , you kid, lie down in peace. Don't worry about the next Final Four, you've done well enough. Yin Hongling comforted, left a red jade pill, and turned to leave.

......

Compared with the bustle on the side of Qin Mo's bed, Huan Ze on the other side of the bed was uncared for, and the silver-haired young man seemed to have no friends at all, and he didn't know which sect he came from.

From beginning to end, no one came to visit Huan Ze.

In the courtyard, the earth was dense and steaming like mist, shrouding Huan Ze's body, revealing a trace of icy light.

After a long time, the surface of Huan Ze's body was covered with a thin layer of ice, which then disappeared and merged with the skin.

Immediately, Huan Ze Huo Ran opened his eyes, sat up, looked around, and his gaze fell on Qin Mo, revealing a vigilant look, like an arrogant ice wolf, refusing to be with any living being.

At this time, Qin Mo next to him also woke up from his pranayama, glanced at Huan Ze, and said lightly: "Although the body of the Ice Hell is powerful, it is not much stronger than others in terms of self-healing ability. You use your own cold to forcibly suppress the injury, it is easy to hurt the foundation, so it is better to recuperate with peace of mind. ”

As he spoke, Qin Mo swallowed the red jade elixir, took out half of the divine needle in the box, and filled it on his body. threw the remaining half of the healing needle to Huan Ze.

The latter took half a box of healing needles, but he frowned, and the vigilance in his expression did not relax in the slightest.

"Hurry up and recover from your injuries, after you get out from here, the Deng family won't let you go. Qin Mo smiled and said, "The enemy of my enemy is my friend." ”

Huan Ze's brows furrowed, and he smiled coldly: "I owe you once." As he spoke, he took out the divine needle, learned Qin Mo's technique, and inserted it all over his body.

In the courtyard, there was silence again, and only the sound of the true flame running in the two of them sounded whirring.

Suddenly, in the center of the floating island, there were bursts of exclamations, and there was a scene of energy rising into the air.

"The quarterfinals, isn't it over yet......" Qin Mo looked in that direction, muttering to himself, falling into thought.

"Are you worried that the bet from twenty years ago will eventually fall into the hands of the Dongshi Mansion and the Deng family?" Huan Ze suddenly spoke.

Qin Mo was taken aback, looked at the silver-haired young man, and said in surprise, "Do you know that bet twenty years ago?"

"Huh...... , what do you think I was ordered to come here to participate in such a boring Eagle Falcon Wing Test?

Coming on order!?

Qin Mo's heart jumped, he guessed that Huan Ze's intention was not simple, but he didn't expect that he was actually ordered to come, and the purpose was also the bet he made twenty years ago.

"Don't worry, the dark move arranged by the black hand is indeed still in the top eight candidates. However, the semi-finals are the limit of that dark chess. Huan Ze said.

Qin Mo raised his eyebrows and asked, "In addition to Sheng Lengfeng from the Eastern Division's Mansion, who is there another dark chess?"

"Ink Thorn!" Huan Ze said an unexpected name.

"It's him, that's not easy! How can you be sure that the ink thorn is in the top four? Could it be that among the top eight, there are still hidden chess pieces planted by others?" Qin Mo couldn't help frowning.

The ink thorn of the strongest dark horse in Donglie Battle City, Qin Mo's strength for this young man is very profound. Qin Mo asked himself, against Shang Mo Thorn, the same as against Shang Huan Ze, the outcome is unpredictable.

Before the start of the quarterfinals, excluding Pang Buyang and Jian Yueji, Ink Thorn was recognized as the strongest young grandmaster.

Of course, after the battle between Qin Mo and Huan Ze, this perception will definitely change.

However, if Qin Mo couldn't compete in the semi-finals, and in the semi-finals, Pang Buyang and Jian Yueji happened to be in a group. Moreover, the battle between these two is likely to lose both.

A grouping like the semi-finals is very likely to occur.

In this way, the ink thorn can advance to the decisive battle, and in the face of the injured Pang Buyang or Jian Yueji, the certainty of winning the first place is too great.

"No, it's not a dark chess piece planted by anyone. It's just that I happen to know the true strength of a person. ”

"This Eagle Falcon Wing Test, just like countless people have looked down on you Qin Mo. Everyone also looked down on one person—Tie Yan!" Huan Ze said word by word.

Bang!

At this moment, in the distance in the air, a huge fist mark rose into the sky, carrying a roar like a dragon and a lion's roar, resounding through the sky.

In the ring in the center of the floating island, Tie Yan walked on horseback, maintaining a punching posture.

This posture is very ordinary, it is the most ordinary punching posture, and with his ordinary appearance, it is like a farmer playing the banker's trick.

However, in front of the iron rock, half of the ring had been blasted into powder.

The ink thorn was kneeling there, his whole body robe was shattered, his muscles were shattered, his eyes were blank, and he didn't know whether he had fainted or couldn't accept the fact that he had lost with one punch.