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Chapter 681: Strengthening My Twin Cities (3)

Author: Blood Sacrifice of the Ring Finger

ads_yuedu_txt(); Wen Yiming's actions caused the square to fall into a short dead silence, all eyes were focused on him alone, the party Yang Hui was the first to come back to his senses, so angry that he had to tremble, and the halberd pointed at Wen Yiming who opened his mouth and was speechless for a while.

There were already boos in the field, more of which was the sound of the fists and bones of the people of Shuangchengmen and the sound of clenching their teeth, most of them recognized Wen Yiming, who had abandoned Shuangcheng and left, and for a long time they scoffed at Wen Yiming's name, thinking that Wen Yiming was a hypocrite who tended to be inflammatory, and left Shuangcheng to climb the Chuangyi Pavilion.

Shu Yilan and the others heard the Shuangchengmen people's verbal criticism of Wen Yiming, and their contempt and disdain for this traitor who broke away from the Shuangcheng City increased day by day and never stopped.

And today, Wen Yiming, who was looked down upon by them, made them drenched with joy, their senses changed instantly, and the eyes cast were all admiration, respect, excitement, and worry.

Yang Hui, who wanted to step out, was stopped by Dong Donghai and said lightly: "His name is Wen Yiming, and he is qualified to step into the ring, so you are the first to speak disrespectfully." ”

He naturally thought that Wen Yiming was an impulse filled with righteous indignation, and he had to stop Yang Hui, and then said: "Wen Yiming, when you shouldn't be on the field, don't come nonsense!" ”

Wen Yiming knew that Dong Donghai intended to defend it, so he put away the dragon spear and was about to take Tie Bi away, when Qin Guihai, who was in the chairmanship, suddenly scolded: "There is no respect for the elders, and there are no rules."

Wen Yiming was furious, pointed at Qin Guihai to interrupt him, and shouted: "Shut your mother's mouth, old miscellaneous!" ”

He didn't bother to care what sect master you were, he had already turned on the aura of concentration when he entered, and countless people he knew were in his senses, Deng Aowei and Hao Tianxiao's injuries were fatal and languishing; Shu Yilanqiao's face was pale, and the moment she sensed it that the viscera was displaced, and the meridians were clogged and ruptured; Coupled with Tie Bi's tragic death, he gave up all scruples, and he secretly swore that whoever dared to make noise today would be humiliating himself.

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The scene was dead and silent again, everyone was speechless, did Shuangcheng give up on themselves and start scolding? Even if you are not afraid of death, you don't have to be so arrogant, that is the castle master of Qingyun Castle, the cultivation of the ninth layer of the military general, and he is a master in the entire south.

In the hearts of the people of Shuangchengmen, in addition to shouting happily, they thought that the war was about to break out, and they were all hands on their waists, ready to sacrifice their blades at any time.

"Shaft!" Qin Guihai was furious, and with a scolding, Fang Yi moved, and suddenly felt that the murderous aura on the side was pressing, and when a light groan sounded, Feng Ying's long sword rose horizontally, coldly and coldly.

The corners of Qin Guihai's eyes jumped, Feng Gui is also a martial arts general of the ninth layer of cultivation, it is said that he is the person who guards the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, this kind of old guy's combat effectiveness cannot be underestimated, he held back his anger and said: "Do you want to start a war without the rules?" ”

Feng Wei sneered, "You have to give up the competition and start a war, the twin cities are waiting at any time, Feng is the first to kill you!" ”

Qin Guihai's face was pale, and with the presence of the old guy who maintained the Twin Cities without regrets, he really couldn't do what he wanted.

He didn't want to show weakness, turned his head to look at Meng Wuregret, and said: "Meng Lao Gu Lord, this seat insists on fighting, but it is said that this Wen Yiming is a person from your Creation Art Pavilion, and it is not a violation for him to come to participate?" ”

Meng Wuregret yawned, nodded and said: "Yes, he is the monarch of our Chuangyi Pavilion, but the old man can't control him, and people have never said that they want to break away from Shuangcheng, and Master Shu has never written to me, saying that Wen Yiming is an outcast of Shuangcheng, Shuangcheng is equivalent to our monarch's maiden family, and it is normal for people to come back to fight, besides, Wen Yiming's name was on the list at the beginning, and I didn't see you objecting." Cut, if you want to kill someone, it's not better, the old man is very sleepy! ”

Qin Guihai's lungs were angry, what kind of crooked reasoning was this, and he laughed angrily: "Okay, then this seat takes the liberty to ask, what does Wen Yiming represent now, the sword has no eyes, you Chuangyi Pavilion is afraid of the dead, let him quit!" ”

He had to do this, in case he had no regrets because Wen Yiming died, he would find him in Qingyun Castle to die, although he was not afraid, it would also increase the variables.

Before Meng Wuregret could answer, Wen Yiming was already impatient, and answered: "The twin cities represented by Lao Tzu, do you have any opinions?" ”

Qin Guihai was over the age of six, and was completely impatient by a hairy boy and a Laozi, and then he heard Meng Wuregret and said: "You heard, are you still fighting?" ”

Meng Wuregret is clear to Wen Yiming, this kid must have something to rely on, otherwise he would not be so fearless, he has long been fed up with this fair position, he wishes it would end as soon as possible, he has done everything he should do, and he will not care about the ending of the twin cities.

Qin Guihai laughed angrily, gritted his teeth and pointed at Qin Bo and shouted: "Kill one last one, until the twin cities are soft!" ”

After speaking, he looked down towards Yang Hui and said, "Elder Yang, let's start, the old valley lord is very old, and it is inconvenient to stay for a long time." ”

Meng Wuregret sneered, and waved his hand at Wu Zhong, who was secretly angry behind him, he didn't bother to pay attention to these cynicisms, he just wanted to see a good show, the person who played martial arts was so easy to kill?

Yang Hui looked at Wen Yiming coldly and said, "Wen Yiming will retreat first, and the famous sword Tianmen fighters will come on the field." ”

Wen Yiming leaned over and picked up Tie Bi, and just walked to the edge of the ring, Hao Tianxiao scrambled to get up, knelt on one knee with a pop, his tiger eyes were in tears, and he hugged his fists and said: "Senior Brother Wen, strengthen my twin cities!" ”

Regardless of the order of martial cultivation, those who are high in cultivation can be senior brothers, and Hao Tianxiao, as a senior brother, is so indignant, which shows how much grievances and pressure he has endured these days.

The people of the Shuangcheng Gate in the entire square fell to their knees in unison, clenching their fists and shaking loudly, chanting with endless anger and death.

"Please Senior Brother Wen to strengthen my twin cities!"

Thousands of chanting, the sound shook like thunder, and all the people who knelt down looked earnest and angry, making Wen Yiming's throat choked, his eyes were a little moist, and he suddenly shouted: "I! It is the sword in your hand. ”

After speaking, he jumped out of the ring with Tie Bi in his arms, handed it to the people of Shuangchengmen, sat down next to the pony next to the fifth autumn cross, and looked at Shu Jianfeng on the high platform of the chairman, and the two nodded slightly.

Tang Xiaoxuan and the elders moistened their eyes at the moment when the people at the Shuangcheng Gate knelt down just now, that feeling is called hope!

The drunken man was looking up and drinking, the gourd was still the same, it was still so big, Feng Wei squinted and looked at Wen Yiming for a moment, and then closed his eyes to breathe.

He saw concern in Feng Yi's eyes, and more of a strong sword intent, proving that this kind old man had been overflowing with murderous intent.

After Wen Yiming pulled up Hao Tianxiao, he didn't say a word, closed his eyes to recover, and ran back all the way, plus the holy light technique just now, he consumed a lot of true yuan, although he knew that the next battle was not a good idea, but he would not tolerate anyone pointing fingers in front of him, fighting, in his state at the moment, it could break out at any time.

With his current combat strength, he has the dragon soul here, and he is not afraid of anyone present, the highest cultivation is only Qin Guihai, who is the ninth layer of the military general, under the control of the dragon soul, he is confident that he will kill it, and the half-step military general may have to handle it in the Western Regions and the Northern Frontier for a martial cultivator like him.

But in the south, he can be invincible at the same level!

has the defense of the Xuanwu inner armor, and he is not afraid of the bombardment of those who exchange injuries for injuries.