Eight Hundred and Twentieth Chapters: If You Don't Die, You Won't Die (8)
The previous silence was just because the matter had nothing to do with him. Now that he is standing in a different position, Jun Wuxie's approach will also change.
"Hey, what should we do with this man's corpse?" Qiao Chu cleared his throat, and secretly lit a candle for the Yan Emperor. He didn't know about the other things, but he knew from Feiyan that the change of imperial power in Qi Kingdom was It has a great relationship with Jun Wuxie.
With a Qi State, a Qingyun Sect, and Fenghua Academy, Jun Wuxie's "great achievements" are innumerable, and an Emperor Yan State is really not enough for her to play with.
Jun Wuxie took out a white porcelain bottle from her pocket and threw it to Qiao Chu.
"Sprinkle it on him."
Qiao Chu nodded, Qiao Chu sprinkled the powder in the bottle on Zhao Xun's body, but in the blink of an eye, Zhao Xun's body was quickly corroded by the white powder bit by bit, not even the bones could be avoided , In just a few minutes, a corpse lying on the ground turned into a puddle of blood on the ground. Jun Wuxie poured a basin of clear water from the room on it, and instantly washed away the remaining blood. Two clean.
After the matter was almost settled, Hua Yao took a set of Huawan College costumes from Zhao Xun's room, and they left as quietly as when they came.
When the competition of the Spirit Fighting Conference started again in the morning of the second day, the disciples from various colleges who participated in the competition set off early. There were three disciples from Huawan College who entered this round of competition. They planned to wait for Zhao Xun to go to the competition area together, but after waiting for a long time, there was no sign of him, and there was no response when they knocked on Zhao Xun's door. Said that he would not participate in the competition today, and then thought about who Zhao Xun was fighting against today, those teenagers didn't think much about it.
It is estimated that Zhao Xun accepted the prince's invitation and gave up this competition.
They are no strangers to this.
The number of people in the first war zone has dropped sharply. Compared with the previous crowded and lively, it seems a lot looser now. Those teenagers who rushed over early in the morning are warming up and preparing to participate in this round of competition. After these few days of competition, I got acquainted with each other and started to have conversations.
There was a lot of noise in the arena, but when a petite figure appeared in front of the gate of the arena in the first theater, the entire arena became silent in an instant, and everyone's eyes subconsciously looked towards That little figure in the arena.
"What else is she here for?" Some teenagers looked at Jun Wuxie who was slowly walking into the arena with disgust. In these few rounds, Jun Wuxie didn't even have a real duel, and every bye, which made those who rely on The teenagers who have climbed to this day after a series of bitter battles are very dissatisfied.
"Just going through the motions? Anyway, there's no need to really go up and fight."
"Isn't her opponent today Zhao Xun?"
"No, I was drinking with Zhao Xun yesterday. Zhao Xun said last night that he won't be coming today. I can figure it out with my toes. Someone must have gone to curry favor with the prince again and let the prince give him a gift. We can't afford such a good fortune to settle the opponent." Several teenagers talked in disdainful tones, some envious of Jun Wuxie and some contemptuous of her.
Among the crowd, Qu Lingyue frowned slightly, looking worriedly at Jun Wuxie who had already entered the arena.