The cat also ran over. When others dared not approach Mu Jin, she held Mu Jin's hand and looked at it.

It was bloody, but she soon discovered that the blood seemed to be all of Song Sifan's!

Maomao let out a sigh of relief. She took out a handkerchief and carefully wiped Mu Jin's hand. Only then did she realize that the only place where he was injured was that his knuckles were scratched... This should be because she was too fierce when she hit someone.

The Maomao held Mu Jin's hand, motionless, and didn't know what he was thinking.

Finally, Mu Jin twitched his hand and said, "When do you want to see?"

"Oh..." Maomao grabbed him and came to his senses, "A Jin, you are injured! I'll bandage it for you?"

Mu Jin lowered his eyes and looked at the cat's eager expression. The boiling murderous aura was slowly dissipating, and his voice became more stable, "Is this also called injury? How do you want to bandage me?"

"Of course this is called injury! It must be disinfected and bandaged. Such a beautiful hand, if there is a little scar?" While speaking, Maomao also pinched the area where he was not injured.

"No need to cover it, and there is no need to use adjectives like beauty anymore. Do you understand?" Mu Jin said.

But Maomao said, "But he is obviously pretty..."

Ye Mingshi stood a few steps away and watched for a long time. Mu Jin was so murderous that according to their past experience, whether it was the enemy or us, he would be beaten up by Mu Jin indiscriminately.

So they hid away smartly and waited for Mu Jin to calm down.

But unexpectedly, the cat rushed up like that! He was still holding Mu Jin's hand!

They were watching Mu Jin's raging storm perfectly bypassing the cat... now it was slowly calming down.

Ye Mingshi sighed with emotion, "It's so annoying that people are more popular. Can you think of the Second Master as today? It's all right to touch his little hands."

Gu Zeyi laughed, "It's pretty good."

Ye Mingshi had almost seen it, so he stepped forward and handed over a small bottle and said, "Don't you have to work so hard. You two have been pulling and tugging for a long time. Isn't it just a little skin? Just apply some medicine and make sure it will grow tomorrow morning."

Maomao glanced at the bottle in Ye Ming's hand, but it was useless. She suddenly pretended to take it out in her pocket, but in fact she took out a small bottle from the space and said with a smile: "I forgot, I have it too! A Jin uses mine."

As he said that, Maomao had already applied medicine to Mu Jin on his own.

Ye Mingshi choked, and he naturally took the cat's bottle and sniffed it. He said unexpectedly: "Your ointment is good, where did you get it?"

Maomao said, "I'm worthy of it myself!"

The last time Ji Yang was injured, Maomao did a lot of this ointment.

Ye Mingshi was suddenly a little disappointed, "Cat, you can even match the golden aches medicine by yourself! If you even have the best medical skills, what else does it mean to me?"

Maomao glanced at him, "I won't steal your job."

Ye Mingshi suddenly felt an unprecedented sense of urgency! He decided that he had to study medical skills hard to prevent the cat from becoming a scum in one day!

After Maomao applied the medicine to the gold smear, he stuffed the small bottle of the gold smear medicine into his hand, "A Jin, I'll give it to you. If it's inconvenient for you to apply the medicine, you can call me, hehe."

Mu Jin looked at the bottle and put it in the pocket of the sweatshirt, "Zhoumao, I'm not useless, what's inconvenient?"

At this time, the referee finally announced the result of this round of battle.

"Piaomen, Song Sifan, defeated!"

The cat also looked in the direction where Song Sifan was. He was surrounded by a group of people and asked about his well-being. The neat suit was a little messy at this time, with dark red spots everywhere, and a long bloody hole at the corner of his mouth, which seemed a little distorted.

However, Song Sifan looked here calmly, and his gaze shifted from Mu Jin to the cat.

With eyes facing each other, Song Sifan actually smiled! Because of this smile, a bloodstain flowed down from the corner of his mouth.

Song Sifan still looked so noble.

It's amazing. This Song Sifan is a little hard to see through! From the beginning to the end of the battle, his emotions seem to have not changed, and he has always been so stable.

Maomao quickly glanced away her eyes and looked at Mu Jin's hand. The injury... Song Sifan was the culprit!

"The winner has been decided. Since that is the case, the leader of the eight gates is still the Fengmen. The eight gates need to follow the leader of the Fengmen. You should know the consequences of not following the orders. If you expel the eight gates, you will never use them again!"

Gu Zeyi said loudly in front of everyone.

The shock of the three battles not long ago was still circling in my mind. Now, no one dares to say a word? This result is of course the most reasonable!

Gu Zeyi said again: "Since you have no objection, please stamp it for those sect leaders."

Gu Zeyi pointed to a booklet that had just been brought up. The booklet was a bit famous. Every twenty years, the eight-sect master's seal would be left here, representing the order of each twenty years.

Gu Zeyi first stamped the seal of Juemen.

Then, Ye Mingshi, Tan Zheng also stamped the seals of the Soumen and the Book Door.

It was Jiu Yunchi's turn, and he first looked through the booklet. Jingmen was absent from this booklet three times, that is, sixty years ago. Sixty years ago, the heads of the eight gates were all Jingmen.

Jiu Yunchi held the seal but did not fall. If it fell like this, if Jingmen wanted to return to the head of the eight gates, he would have to wait another twenty years!

But the cat suddenly came over, "Jiuyunchi, why are you hesitating?"

Jiu Yunchi looked at the cat, and suddenly made up his mind and left the seal!

If the master of Jingmen changes to a cat, he might not have to wait for twenty years, but Jingmen is his responsibility, and twenty years, he can afford to wait.

"Where is Jiang Shaoze?" Gu Ze asked.

But after asking around, no one knew where Jiang Shaoze was going.

"Is this Fire Sect leader too unreliable?" Ye Ming said in a timely manner.

But Maomao suddenly realized that Jiang Shaoze... seemed to have gone to look for Jiu Nanxun?

At this moment, someone suddenly shouted: "Jiang Shaoze is here!"

The cat also looked over, and sure enough, Jiang Shaoze was really here. However, he was not alone, but followed Jiu Nanxun. His steps fell more than one meter behind Jiu Nanxun, not far or near, and it was quite a bit like following each other.

Jiu Nanxun came to Maomao, hugged Maomao's arm, and screamed in a depressing voice: "Sister."

"Oh... Jiang Shaoze bullied you?" Maomao looked at Jiu Nanxun.

Jiu Nanxun shook her head, and she was a little depressed, "No... I slept for a long time, sister, why didn't you call me? Did I miss a lot?"

Maomao said: "It doesn't matter! You'll know the result. Compared to this, have you already remembered something more important?"

Ku Nanxun immediately glanced at Maomao in surprise, then hugged her arm even more, "Sister, it was you who did it. I really remembered a lot of things..."

Maomao looked at Jiu Nanxun. Her heart seemed very conflicted, and it was all reflected on her face. However, now is not the time to explore.

Jiang Shaoze stamped the seal belonging to the Fire Gate on the booklet without hesitation.

Then, there is the floating door.

Song Sifan simply dealt with his injuries, hung a broken arm, and stamped the seal with the one he had prepared.

There was a little restlessness in the crowd. Obviously, the most dramatic thing today is of course still the Balcony! Song Sifan came blatantly at the head of the Eight Gate, but he still failed!

And, it was a crushing defeat!

This seems to be no different from when Mu Jin cleaned up the Song family a few years ago! Song Sifan is still no match for Jin Erye!

But at this moment, Mu Jin suddenly said, "Song Sifan, if you grow a little, you shouldn't use the Hundred Flowers Formation today. You'd better remember that today, you will save your life."

Song Sifan looked at Mu Jin. As the party who lost the challenge, Song Sifan was not panicked at all, "I always knew that I was a tough life."

When Mao Mao asked Ye Ming in a low voice, "Why can Song Sifan still live?"

According to A Jin's personality, it is not enough to die like Song Sifan like this.

Ye Mingshi instantly understood what Maomao meant, and he also replied in a low voice: "This is complicated... The eight sect leaders are not allowed to kill each other. In order to protect Song Sifan, their old man took the initiative to give up the position of the Piao Sect leader.

No matter how impulsive Jin Er is, he has to consider the Fengmen and cannot really kill Song Sifan."

"Oh..." Mao Maor is aware of it, "It's really troublesome."

Immediately afterwards, the booklet was sent to Bai Jiang.
Chapter completed!