The shouts in the audience gradually faded away, and they all looked at each other.

The entire competition platform and the audience seat were filled with a kind of embarrassment.

They came with the excitement of anticipating seeing the black-faced martial spirit, and the result was ......

That's it?

The black-faced martial soul is a big ass?

Dou Ming was originally smiling, holding a wine glass in his hand, shaking the liquid inside, and as soon as he took a sip, he saw Wu Xinghe's martial soul manifest, and he was choked at once.

"Ahem......" Dou Ming's face was hideous, his muscles were bruised, and his face was flushed.

"The martial soul of the black-faced brother is...... Is this actually this thing?" Dou Ming couldn't believe it, no wonder he hadn't manifested his martial soul, if his martial soul was this thing, he would be embarrassed to manifest it.

It seems that the strength of the violet stick is really strong, forcing the black face to expose this somewhat unspeakable martial spirit.

On the competition platform, Wu Xinghe pretended to say, "Your Excellency, you have to be careful. ”

As soon as the words fell, the violet stick took the lead and jumped up, and the long stick in his hand waved in an instant to form an afterimage in the sky.

Wu Xinghe snorted: "Shameful poison gas!"

[Shameful Poison Gas] is the innate power of the [Shameful Bullshit] martial soul, and its power is determined by the level of the martial soul and the physical quality of the martial artist.

Martial Soul is naturally at full level, and Wu Xinghe's physical fitness is also comparable to the Blood Refining Realm, once the poisonous gas erupts, it is not a problem to poison a weak third-order spirit beast.

Burst......

The martial soul squirmed, and a purple poisonous mist gushed out, and that scene made the scene stagnant again.

The violet stick, which was still in the air, was immediately engulfed in poison gas.

"Vomit ......"

The violet stick made a retching sound, and the stick technique couldn't be used, and it fell directly from mid-air and smashed to the ground.

A mixture of fart smell, or, or foot odor, rotten smell, in short, all kinds of unpleasant smells combined, impacting the taste buds of violet sticks.

The smell is not only unpleasant, but also has all kinds of toxicity, and it didn't take long for the violet stick to turn purple, twitching all over the body~ twitching, foaming at the mouth, and rolling his eyes after a while.

"Quick...... Hurry up and save people!" Dou Ming saw that the violet sticks were about to hang up, so he hurriedly called someone to save them.

The intermediate area is not as good as the primary area, and the primary area is all some bone refining realms, which is the group with the largest number of martial arts realms, and it is not valuable.

The intermediate area is the realm of refining dirt, although it is not too precious, but the violet stick is the pinnacle of refining dirt, and it is one of the top masters in the intermediate area, and it is of great value in Dou Ming's eyes.

The matches between the violet stick and other top masters in the intermediate area are very watchable, and each game will bring a lot of benefits to the martial arts hall, so how can it be easily hung up.

Soon, medical staff ran to the violet stick and fed the violet stick.

After a while, the violet stick woke up slowly.

[Shameful bullshit], after all, this martial soul is only a black iron quality, according to the division standard of martial arts in the martial world, it is not even a beginner martial soul, whether it is the increase of the martial artist or the talent of the supernatural power, the power is relatively small.

This time, it can poison the violet stick, purely because the increase of many martial souls is too terrifying, otherwise it would be difficult to threaten the violet stick with this poisonous gas alone.

In essence, the [Poisonous Gas of Shame] is not so weird, and a second-order antidote pill is enough to solve it.

However, the toxicity is solved, and the nausea is still there.

Violet Stick was lying on the ground, still retching, and he glanced up at Wu Xinghe, his eyes full of fear.

Thinking about it, he was no longer willing to fight Wu Xinghe.

Many spectators and Dou Ming in the audience all cast sympathetic glances at the violet stick.

I am afraid that this psychological shadow will remain in his heart forever.

"Black Face...... Win!" The referee stiffened his face and declared the winner for Blackface.

In the audience, the audience was also stiff, and it was only after a while that there was sparse applause.

As for the cheers, there is no one, the fans of the violet stick sympathize with their idols, and the fans of Wu Xinghe cover their faces and clap their hands, do they want to excitedly shout that the opponent was sprayed and vomited by a fart-like poisonous gas from the idols on their fans?

Dou Ming used the wine glass to cover his face, and a terrible thought suddenly appeared in his heart.

He remembered that the black face had only been refining the late stage of bone refining when he had fought with the One-Eyed Blood Slaughter more than twenty days ago, and it had soared to the middle stage of refining the dirt in less than a month, and the awakened martial soul must have something to do with speeding up his cultivation.

But the black-faced awakened martial soul is a fart, and the supernatural power is a poisonous gas, so how to speed up the cultivation speed?

Is it possible to eject another gas that needs to be absorbed?

Thinking of this scene, Dou Ming couldn't help but retch, it was terrible.

There are a lot of guesses similar to Dou Ming.

In the third row of the audience, there was a young man in a white luxurious robe, about fifteen or sixteen years old, this young man came from a family, and the family was also quite famous in Hongcheng, and there were several Qi Sea Realms in charge.

The young man is the son of the head of the family, but his talent is extremely average, and now he is only in the late stage of bone refining.

After knowing that most of the martial souls awakened by Wu Xinghe could speed up the cultivation of martial arts, the young man already had the intention of secretly arresting Wu Xinghe.

Next to the young man, there was a martial arts master sent by the head of the family, whose strength was as high as the peak of the Blood Refining Realm, and he planned to secretly follow Wu Xinghe after the competition and take Wu Xinghe away.

With the strength of the peak of the Blood Refining Realm, isn't it easy to capture a Refining Dirty Realm?

When the time comes, if Wu Xinghe is imprisoned in the whole family, and the martial soul is used on the young man, won't the young man be able to soar to the realm of refining within a month?

But now, the young man's face was pale, and all kinds of pictures were recalled in his mind.

In the secret room where he couldn't see the light, he sat cross-legged on the ground, Wu Xinghe manifested the martial soul on the side, the martial soul spewed, and he absorbed the gas with an intoxicated face.

"Vomit ......"

I can't think about it, and the more I think about it, the more disgusting it becomes.

"No, I'd rather be a piece of waste than absorb the breath that comes out of this thing. The young man grabbed ~ his heart and said with difficulty, as if his heart was about to stop.

"Young Master, will you catch it later?" asked the peak martial artist of the Blood Refining Realm beside the young man with a tangled expression.

"No, no, no, no, don't catch it. The young man looked frightened and waved his hand repeatedly.

There are many teenagers who give up like this.

......

In the lounge, Wu Xinghe came back, and many martial artists subconsciously avoided it, for fear that Wu Xinghe would also reveal his martial soul to them and spew gas.

Wu Xinghe was suddenly a little annoyed, revealing that this kind of martial soul was naturally deliberate, in order to dispel many people's bad thoughts about him, but now it seems that the effect is greater than he imagined.

Many looked at him as if they were beasts of the flood.

"That's it, just make a difference. Wu Xinghe shook his head, walked out of the lounge, and went to the betting area to withdraw money.

This time, the odds were seven to three, Wu Xinghe invested the highest limit of five hundred taels of silver, and got back three thousand five hundred taels, plus the remaining two thousand taels, which was five thousand five hundred taels, which was converted into gold, which was five hundred and fifty taels.

If you draw a charm, you can draw it about fifty-five times.