"Who is this person, not only decisive, but also tyrannical by nature, such bloodthirsty, by no means an ordinary person, it should be from a strong Xiuzhen family, I don't know if the second emperor uncle and the third emperor uncle know the origin of this person?" The middle-aged man said in surprise at this time. In his eyes, he appreciated Chu Yuan's methods a little more, for politicians, what he wants is not the benevolence of a woman, but a ruthless and soft-hearted person, who will only become a victim of politics, he can firmly occupy the throne, relying on the combination of grace and power, the party is the same as the other, and he will never show mercy to those who oppose him, and it is also this kind of ruthless character that makes him a generation of monarchs of the Mingyue Empire.

"I don't know, Your Majesty, the contestants this time are just tested for their age and bone age, and as for the names, they are generally recorded in the top fifty." The chubby old man shook his head slightly, indicating that he didn't know.

The middle-aged man nodded slightly, his eyes looking at Chu Yuan.

Yin Xue'er, who was on the tall building, looked at Chu Yuan's figure, and that familiar feeling made her heart stronger and stronger.

Chu Yuan was chased and killed that day, she saw it with her own eyes, whether she could survive or not, she was not low in her heart, but she didn't believe that Chu Yuan would die like this.

With the passage of time, more and more battle platforms have been divided into winners and losers, but those battle platforms are not as bloody as Chu Yuan's side.

There were only more than a hundred monks left in the field, and the worst of these monks was also the peak level of the ninth layer of condensation, and there were even a few cultivators with the middle stage of foundation building, and their cultivation was spreading, forming a heavy coercion.

"Whew"

Chu Yuan pinched the trick in his hand, and the aura continued to wash away the tendons and veins, and finally poured into the spiritual platform in the dantian, faintly the phantom of the fifth spiritual platform appeared, Chu Yuan exhaled a long breath, and the essence in his eyes bloomed.

"Unknown boy, you're awake." Seeing Chu Yuan open his eyes, Han Ming couldn't wait to step forward and said respectfully with a face.

"The next battle will become more and more tense, I don't know what the nameless son will do?" Wu Qian was also afraid of falling behind Han Ming, and said with a sincere face. At this moment, it is also looking at Chu Yuan's horse, after all, Chu Yuan's strength is there.

"Hehe, let's take a break for tea time, and then move on to the next game." The old man in the center of the square swept his gaze over everyone, and then glanced at the figure of a group of soldiers carrying out the bodies of the dead and walking out of the field, his eyes flashed slightly, but there was no horror on his face, and he said with a smile.

The rest of the monks breathed a sigh of relief, the monks who could survive were all strong people, otherwise they would not have survived until now.

"There are one hundred and twenty-three people, a total of thirty teams, and some of them will no longer participate in the next competition because of serious injuries." Han Ming gently read the number of people in the field, deliberately wanting Chu Yuan to hear.

"Brother Han, Brother Wu, if you just go with the flow, why bother with this." Chu Yuan saw the thoughts in his heart and said lightly.

Chu Yuan's opening made Wu Qian and Han Ming feel flattered, and they hurriedly nodded and said: "The nameless son is very right, with the nameless son in charge, I believe that our team will be invincible." ”

"Hehe, Brother Han has lifted me, Anonymous is just a fluke." Chu Yuan heard him put a high hat on his head, and he was a little amused in his heart.

"The nameless son killed a foundation-building monk with a single move, and his body was even more astonishing, he is a model for us to admire, and an idol in our hearts."

Wu Qian saw that Han Ming and Chu Yuan were talking, his heart moved, and a smile was forced on his grim face, this smile was barely visible to anyone, but this was also the maximum limit that Wu Qian could do, and he was shamelessly praising Chu Yuan at the moment.

Seeing this change in the expression on his face, Chu Yuan was a little crying and laughing, and his face was still indifferent.

"How can the anonymous family be so virtuous, let Brother Han and Brother Wu admire it like this, and if the two brothers continue to talk like this, it will make the nameless a little embarrassed." Chu Yuan smiled slightly, and despised these two people in his heart, but in order not to let Han Ming see the flaws, he said indifferently.

"The nameless son is too modest." Han Ming said with joy on his face, especially when he saw that a lot of eyes were condensed on Chu Yuan, the joy on his face became more and more intense.

Chu Yuan became the focus of attention at this moment, his gaze was profound, as if he had seen through the starry sky and the void.

He stood up quietly, his eyes swept casually, and he found that many eyes stopped on his body, and after talking to Han Ming, his face was full of ancient wells, and there was no trace of emotion.

Chu Yuan's fists were clenched tightly, this time he was bound to get the Yang God Fruit, Jin Wenrui was his friend, for his friend to go up the Sword Mountain, and it was also necessary to go down to the sea of fire, not to mention, he got the inheritance of Jin Zhen's predecessors of the Jin Saint Clan in the altar, and helped him suppress the Gu poison of the three-born insect in his body, this kindness Chu Yuan naturally will not forget, he is a person with clear grievances, and others have kindness to him, so he will definitely repay him, but if anyone has a grudge against him, he will let that person return a hundredfold or a thousand times.

"Now, please choose your own opponents." The old man's words resounded in the sky again, and they roared endlessly.

The remaining hundred and ten people began to sweep their eyes, searching for their opponents, and they tried to find the weak.

Chu Yuan's team is at least numerous, and it is naturally indispensable to be selected by some teams, especially the team that has not seen Chu Yuan's bloody methods, and regards Chu Yuan's team as a soft persimmon.

After a while, a team of eight monks appeared in front of Chu Yuan, and the moment these people appeared, Han Ming and Wu Qian attacked the remaining two monks, and their faces also changed drastically.

Among these seven people, in addition to the two peak Qi Condensation Peaks, two of them are at the peak of the early stage of foundation building, and the rest are all early stage cultivation of the foundation building.

They took a step, and the coercion surged out like a surging flood, rolling towards Chu Yuan, trying to crush Chu Yuan's fighting spirit, in their opinion, Chu Yuan's weak team was only afraid that they would not be able to take over their own side of the tea kung fu, but they still remained cautious and did not dare to be careless, after all, all those who could stay were strong teams, even if their cultivation was not high, they might have high-level spiritual weapons and magic weapons.

The coercion like a mountain made Han Ming and Wu Qian behind Chu Yuan and the other two monks instantly pale, and blood spurted from their mouths, and the two of them could hardly resist everyone's coercion.

But Chu Yuan was still standing as if nothing had happened, his face did not change in the slightest, and those coercion dissipated by themselves when they spread to his body.

The other party was led by a young man in Mai, with a strong figure and resolute eyebrows, obviously the leader of this team, and he was slightly surprised when he saw that Chu Yuan did not have the same appearance as the others.

"Let's go together, don't underestimate the enemy." The young man in Mai spoke categorically.

Hearing his order, the monk behind him instantly released his flying sword, and the magic weapon rushed towards Chu Yuan's team.

Chu Yuan's eyes flashed, for him, the foundation building class is invincible, even the monks in the early stage of Jindan can fight, let alone them.

"Unknown boy, pay attention." Han Ming saw the other party's flying sword flying in the middle of the lightning and sparks, flying towards him and the others, he didn't care about wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said anxiously.

The corner of Chu Yuan's mouth sneered, and the next moment he stepped out, his palm slapped lightly in the air, and it turned into three palm prints, which quickly overlapped together.

Between the shots, the roar echoed, resounding in all directions, and spreading.

Under Chu Yuan's palm print, those flying magic weapons collapsed.

Screams rang out, and four monks fell from the battlefield with blood spurting from their mouths.

The faces of the remaining four people changed greatly, and they were just about to withdraw the magic weapon, but they saw that between Chu Yuan's fingers, there was a flash of thunder, and the thunder mang turned into a huge hand, and grabbed the magic weapon of the four people, and the four of them were shocked, and blood spurted out of their mouths.

Those magic weapons immediately cut off the connection with them and flew towards Chu Yuan, and were instantly grabbed by Chu Yuan in his hands.

"Do you want to keep fighting?" Chu Yuan looked at the four of them, and a cold voice came out.

The bodies of the four of them trembled, and they actually lost the strength of eight people in one round, what kind of cultivation did the other party have. The Mai young man's eyes flashed, and his heart was horrified.

Chu Yuan saw that they didn't speak, his eyes widened, when the young man in sackcloth saw Chu Yuan's cold gaze, he felt that two knives pierced him, and his body was shocked, he felt a little cold at this time, and hurriedly said, "I admit defeat." ”

Although the monk behind Mai was a little unbelievable, the opponent only defeated himself in one round.

Chu Yuan no longer retains his cultivation at this time, since he wants to fight, he naturally has the strength to shock others.

When Han Ming and Wu Qian saw Chu Yuan's sharp blow, their senses were subverted again, and the two of them respected Chu Yuan like a god at the moment, as did the other two monks.

"Unknown boy, you. What exactly are you cultivating? Han Ming could no longer hide his curiosity about Chu Yuan's cultivation, and asked in a trembling voice.

Wu Qian also stared at Chu Yuan, and he was also full of curiosity about Chu Yuan's cultivation.

"What kind of cultivation, it's enough to be able to deal with them." Chu Yuan didn't give a direct answer, and replied vaguely.

Seeing that Chu Yuan couldn't say it, Han Ming and Wu Qian also knew that it would be boring to ask more, so the two of them also remained silent.

Jin Wenrui watched Chu Yuan solve the opponent so quickly, raised the slender jade hand in his hand, and shook it slightly, as if he was cheering for Chu Yuan.

Chu Yuan nodded slightly and did not speak.

However, his domineering appearance is destined to be noticed by others, and it is destined to amaze the audience, especially the members of the royal family, who are full of curiosity about Chu Yuan.

The other battle platforms in the field are fighting to shake the sky, killing the gods and shaking the earth, many monks are here for the princess, when they think of the princess's noble identity, they have already killed red eyes, and some monks even when their heads fly out, their mouths are still open, and they maintain a state of shouting.

What's more, half of the head is cut off, and the person stands up, maintaining a posture that does not fall, and the brutal killing makes people chill.

However, it was no surprise to Chu Yuan, who had experienced countless baptisms of blood and war, that when he saw this blood, his fighting spirit was even stronger.