On the semi-final day, Zhu Jingfeng, who had not appeared in front of Lu Qingyao for a few days, finally showed up. As soon as he came, he approached her, and was as humble and pampered as usual, "A Yao, I heard that you have been stuck in the room these days, and you are so bored."

Before Liang Shao came, Lu Qingyao leaned against Xueyu, "Fortunately, it's not easy to get tired of recuperating from the wound."

Zhu Jingfeng was full of concern when he heard this, "Is the diarrhea not cured yet? The miraculous doctor has not prescribed medicine for you? I asked Qingyun to take the medicine I brought to you?"

Before Lu Qingyao could answer, she and Sima Qiyou ate a handful of dried sweet potatoes and spoke for her, "Sister Qingyao has many disasters and difficulties. Last time she was hit by the poisonous needle of Master Yun, but she was not well raised. She fell into water and had a stomachache. I don't know if there was a problem with the Feng Shui in this other courtyard."

Xue Yu's opening immediately made the other two people look green at the same time. Yun Suran shot a striking light at this side, while Shui Qianqiu was holding his breath, his old face turned red, and he coughed several times in a row.

Sima Qiyou couldn't help but cover her sleeves and laughed out loud, giving Xueyu a thumbs up, making Yun Suran even more angry.

Seeing Shui Miaomiao's face showing embarrassment, Lu Qingyao quickly changed her voice and said, "Why haven't my master and your master come yet?"

Xue Yu said indifferently, "Last night they played chess, and my master lost. Jueming assigned Brother Shao to go up the back mountain for him in the middle of the night to catch Yejiu, saying that he wanted to dig Yejiu's heart and refine medicine. I guess the three of them are not awake yet."

Lu Qingyao was speechless and did not notice Shui Qianqiu's unusual expression.

"Hahaha, the competition is about to begin, so let's sit down first."

Shui Qianqiu arranged for everyone to sit in very thoughtfully. Lu Qingyao, Shui Miaomiao and Xue Yu sat together, and his eyes drifted over Yun Suran as if he was unintentional. Yun Suran suddenly became cold, but soon he pretended not to see it and started talking softly with Bai Haotian.

At the beginning of the game, Lu Qingbo drew an opponent this time, a cold beauty, who looked at people with a arrogant look, as if he didn't take Lu Qingbo seriously at all.

"Sister Qingyao, I'll give it to you."

Xue Yu grabbed the dried sweet potato from Sima Qiyou's snack bag and stuffed it into Lu Qingyao's hand. Lu Qingyao divided half of it to give Shui Miaomiao. A row of four people on this side shook their legs together and gnawed the dried sweet potato to watch the game.

Those who can enter the semi-finals are all people with a few tricks. Lu Qingbo did not underestimate the enemy this time, nor did he show mercy because the opponent was a woman, and devoted himself to the game. Even Lu Qingyao followed Lu Qingbo's actions for a while and cheered for a while?

The female disciple of the Genting Palace had a blue hairband with an embroidered orchid tied to her head, which was very eye-catching. Lu Qingbo easily dodged left and right under the opponent's fierce attack, looking for a chance to attack early.

Lu Qingyao has a good mentality and is not very worried. She knows that according to Lu Qingbo's meaning, he wants to lose, and according to the sect's face, he must win, so no matter what the result is, Lu Qingyao respects his decision. Besides, before leaving, her mother asked her to take a message, do whatever she wants, and don't let herself down. Lu Qingyao believes that Lu Qingbo can understand her mother's meaning.

"Clang", there was a burst of applause in the field. Lu Qingyao looked around and found that it was Lu Qingbo who shot down the sword in the hands of the disciple of Yunding Palace, and the sword body was inserted into the wooden railing with a sonorous and powerful force.

"Okay!", applause from outside the venue was everywhere, and Lu Qingyao was also very happy.

"Qingbo is a good person, I won." Lu Qingyun jumped up excitedly with a high-high.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, the female disciple of Yunding Palace took advantage of Lu Qingbo's turn and suddenly pulled the hairband on his head and used internal force to urge the hairband to stab Lu Qingbo from behind like a sword.

Everyone was shocked by this change. Almost at the same time, Lu Qingyao jumped up from her seat, and shot the sweet potato in her hand at the female disciple.

However, Yun Suran also made a move at this time, and beat the sweet potato shot by Lu Qingyao with one palm, and the human sword faced Lu Qingyao at the same time. "The competition has not ended, please do not interfere with the competition."

"You." Lu Qingyao was furious and went to see Lu Qingbo first. He saw that Lu Qingbo barely avoided this attack, but the person was knocked away.

There was a lot of sighs around. Some people accused the disciples of Genting Palace of plotting behind their backs, while others held opposite opinions.

"The other person's sword has not fallen, and the game is not over."

"Shu Wenyunding likes to use a hairband as a weapon, but it's just a competition, which counts."

On the field, Lu Qingbo had already reacted and approached him with a sword. However, after all, he had just been given a slap, and his opponent's attack was more fierce than before, and he was invisible to fight for his life. Lu Qingyao stared at the field tightly, his eyes unfolded for a moment.

What did Yun Suran want to do? Do you want to hurt Lu Qingbo on the grounds that his sword has no eyes to warn her?

Although Lu Qingbo was confused about the opponent's ruthlessness, he could no longer think too much at this time. He could only take a twelve-point spirit to deal with the opponent's pressing step by step. He was careless just now. According to the previous game, whose weapon landed first, it was basically decided that the winner was decided, and the opponent was a woman, so he turned around to help pick up the sword. However, he did not expect that Genting still had the habit of turning a hairband into a sword. He had never seen a disciple of Genting Palace use this move in the auditions before, so he didn't pay attention.

Lu Qingbo's swordsman Lin Qiu personally taught him, but after all, he has only been a year old. Even though he is the best among his peers, he was injured again when he confronted this Genting disciple who had fought for his life, and Lu Qingheng gradually fell into a disadvantage.

Lu Qingyao clenched her fists and she couldn't take action. Regardless of whether the Genting Palace had played the role of Yin, as long as she took action, she would be suspected of being a gangster. If she contacted her previous attack on Qu Hai, people would think that she suppressed her competitors in order to get her brother to level up, and they would also suspect that Qu Hai was also a trap she deliberately made. People's hearts are always changeable.

What a Yun Suran, I used Lu Qingbo to warn her.

Lu Qingyao's face turned cold.

"Puff." Lu Qingheng was hit by the headband of the Yunding disciple, and his long sword fell to the ground. The man also fell heavily to the ground and spit out blood.

"Junior Brother Lu."

The first one to rush forward was An Jinchu. He grabbed the armrest of the stands nervously and wanted to rush forward.

Lu Qingyao and Lu Qingyun both stood up, "third brother" and "third brother".

"Jinchu, it's just a competition, why don't you sit down quickly."

Mo Shuzi scolded An Jinchu in a calm voice.

"Master, the competition is up to date, it's OK..."

"It's unrestrained, the sword has no eyes. Xiao Lu just suffered a little injury. Don't let people think that I, Cangmo, cannot afford to lose, and retreat."

"Master."

“Get out.”

An Jinchu gritted her teeth, stared at Lu Qingbo who was climbing up with his sword, and slowly retreated behind Mo Shuzi.

Lu Qingyao pulled Lu Qingyun and saw that Lu Qingbo had already stood up, then he let out a sigh and sat down again. It doesn't matter if he lost. She knew that Lu Qingbo was not interested in the game, but the style of Genting Palace was too ugly, and he couldn't even compare with the various ranks of the three ranks of the people, so he had the nerve to call himself a famous sect.

At this time, Jueming and Weng Zhong finally came, but everyone's attention was still on the court. Jueming leaned against Lu Qingyao with an ugly face and asked, "What's wrong? Did your third brother lose?"

Lu Qingyao didn't say anything. Jueming knew that she was angry at the sight. She had to hold it in her heart when she could make her angry. Jueming was very curious and naturally looked at the center of the field.

When Xue Yu saw Weng Zhong being invited by Shui Qianqiu and others to the main seat on the other side, she immediately bit Jueming's ears, "You don't know that the people from the Genting Palace actually used a trick to trick Lu San Ge and injured Lu San Ge."

Is there such a thing? No wonder the girl Feng was so angry that she couldn't take action.

"Oh, I just broke the game. Winning and losing are in the hearts of the people. We compete with others with justice, not shamelessness, so it is normal to lose."

Jueming's voice was not loud or small, just to ensure that all the people on the side of the field could hear it. Xueyu laughed, Lu Qingyao didn't care what Yun Suran and the others were thinking. She saw Lu Qingbo bowing to the other party, and said calmly, "I lost." Then she bent down and picked up her sword, walked to Mo Shuzi and knelt down, "The disciples are not good at learning skills, which disappoints the master."

It is rare that Mo Shuzi personally helped Lu Qingbo up, "No problem, you can achieve this at such a young age. I am very satisfied with it. Go back and recover and work harder in the future."

An Jinchuyan hurriedly stepped forward to help Lu Qingbo, but was avoided by Lu Qingbo. An Jinchu was slightly stunned, and Lu Qingyao shouted here, "Third Brother."
Chapter completed!