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"Ding Dong! Congratulations to the host, the invisible pretending to be forced is successful, and the forced grid is 200,"

"Ding Dong! Congratulations to the host, the invisible pretending to be forced is successful, and the forced grid is 200,"

"Ding Dong,"

The kneeling of the disciples of the Yanmen directly caused Ye Xiuwen's compulsion to skyrocket by more than 20,000 in an instant, and Ye Xiuwen was able to play happily again.

But seeing him laughing: "Nana, who else is not convinced, Lao Tzu will beat him until he is convinced,"

"Don't dare, we don't dare,"

Before Ye Xiuwen's words fell, the disciples of Yanmen under the ancient city all begged for mercy, and Ye Xiuwen's compulsion started again, frantically swiping the screen!

"Hmph, a bunch of useless waste, all of them get out of the way for me!"

When the disciples of Yanmen under the ancient city begged for mercy, and even knelt down, they didn't want to be on the city wall, but jumped down.

But seeing this person, the strength of the late stage of the Jiedan was not the Holy Fire, but the second-ranked genius 'Zhu Ziming' in the Yanmen.

'Zhu Ziming's surname is Zhu, so it goes without saying that he is the head of Yanmen, the second son of Zhu Honglie.

The realm of the eightfold realm, the strength of the body, is definitely not under the holy fire.

Although the Holy Flame is a genius of the Yan Sect, it is self-evident that one is the biological flesh and blood of the head of the sect, while the other is just an irrelevant disciple, and it is self-evident who is treated better.

Therefore, this Zhu Ziming, in the Yanmen, is an existence that goes hand in hand with the holy fire.

"Drink!"

Zhu Ziming was still running, and countless flames ignited in his hands.

The flames burned in his hands like two flaming wings!

"Firebird Waterfall Fist!"

As soon as the wings were formed, Zhu Ziming slammed his hands together!

"Boom!"

The incomparably surging flames burst into flames at this moment.

The flames were steaming, rising more than thirty feet, and a huge firebird was born at this moment!

"Xuanji, look, this is my Yanmen, the top mastery - Firebird Waterfall Fist!"

In vain, a disciple of the Yanmen shouted, and everyone looked at it, wasn't it?

The strange bird that burned the fire was incomparably terrifying, just like a king who looked down on the world.

It sings, chirps and then cascades down like a waterfall.

Of course, it is not a real waterfall at this moment, but it has the momentum of a waterfall, just like three thousand weak waters, gushing down from a high place together!

"Okay, okay! That Ye Xiuwen is dead, under Senior Brother Zhu's Firebird Waterfall Fist, he will definitely be bombarded and killed as scum?"

"That's natural, it is said that this Firebird Waterfall Fist is a middle-grade martial art, and Senior Brother Zhu has been passed down by the head of the family, and it has advanced by leaps and bounds!"

"It's terrifying, Senior Brother Zhu is simply terrifying, I'm afraid that only a martial artist in the Red Dan Realm can block his blow, right?"

"Hahaha! Needless to say, let's sit and watch that Ye Xiuwen be unlucky and turn into ashes!"

"Senior Brother Zhu, come on, we all support you!"

The Yanmen disciple who was originally frightened by Ye Xiuwen's blow cheered again at this moment. And that terrifying momentum is even more violent than Zhu Ziming's Firebird Waterfall Fist!

Zhu Ziming laughed proudly, and shouted in his mouth: "Ye Xiuwen, you are not dead yet, when will you stay!"

"Whew!"

Zhu Ziming poured the true qi of his whole body into the Firebird Waterfall Fist, and the Firebird suddenly more than doubled, just like a fire cloud, pressing towards Ye Xiuwen!

The fire cloud hit the top, Ye Xiuwen smiled faintly, and then took out a cigarette.

Everyone didn't know what Ye Xiuwen was holding in his hand, but at this moment, Zhu Ziming's Firebird Waterfall Fist arrived.

"Boom!"

The incomparably surging flames smashed on Ye Xiuwen's body, and instantly burst into flames, completely submerging Ye Xiuwen's body, and the disciples of the Yanmen let out cheers.

"It's over, that Ye Xiuwen is finished, I saw with my own eyes that he was punched by Senior Brother Zhu's Firebird Waterfall punch!"

"Yes, I saw it too, I even saw Ye Xiuwen's body, which was blown up by Senior Brother Zhu's punch!"

"It's terrifying, Senior Brother Zhu's punch, how terrifying it is, let alone one Ye Xiuwen, even if it is ten Ye Xiuwen, it must be blown up!"

"Yes, yes! Hahaha! We saw it with our own eyes, is that still fake? That Ye Xiuwen is certain to die!"

"But I think your eyes tend to deceive themselves,"

The faint voice resounded from the crowd, and a thin teenager was gently exhaling a puff of smoke.

The smell of cigarettes wafted out, and in other words, there were extremely frightened faces.

These faces are the disciples of the Yanmen, they were so shocked that their eyes almost didn't fall out, and then with a bang, the people disappeared.

"Ding Dong! Congratulations to the host, the invisible pretending to be forced is successful, and the forced grid is 200,"

"Ding Dong! Congratulations to the host, the invisible pretending to be forced is successful, and the forced grid is 200,"

"Ding Dong,"

"Eh, why are you running? hahaha!"

Ye Xiuwen laughed, but he almost didn't give Zhu Ziming a breath. He used the Firebird Waterfall Punch with great effort, and almost died of exhaustion, but the result?

"Okay, you Ye Xiuwen, you dare to cheat, you say, why do you want to dodge?"

Zhu Ziming asked loudly.

"Poof!"

As long as it wasn't as stupid as Shizhun was, almost everyone vomited blood. Xindao: You girl, you ask a lot of people, you magnify your moves, people don't run, are you still waiting for you to fight?

"Okay, okay! This time, I won't hide, Nana!

Ye Xiuwen looked very serious, with a cigarette in his mouth, but he put on a correct posture, looking like he was letting you fight.

"Senior Brother Ye, don't! That's a Xuan-level mid-grade martial art, it's a Yanmen's mastery!"

The kind-hearted Qianji Pavilion disciple reminded loudly.

"Eh, people live for a lifetime, rely on their faces, plants and trees for a while, and rely on their skins! I think I, Ye Xiuwen, am also a dignified seven-foot man, if I dare not resist just because the opponent is strong, then how can it be my heart?"

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Ye Xiuwen's voice fell, and the audience was silent, and everyone was deeply impressed by Ye Xiuwen's fearless spirit.

Yes, martial artists cultivate the Tao, and their muscles and bones can be practiced, but the most rare thing is the Dao heart!

And what is the heart of the Dao? That is the heart of the martial arts, and as a martial artist, you must face difficulties, and the more you setback, the more courageous you are, so that you can continue to break through yourself.

So Ye Xiuwen's words really spoke to everyone's hearts, and they even stared at Ye Xiuwen's back with a kind of worship!

Because it was this man who made them understand the true meaning of martial arts in an instant!

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