Put Ning and Feng on the bed carefully, let the tired people go back to the room to rest, Yan Wu and Xiao Wanrong sat on the sofa in the hall on the ground floor of the stone pillar, Xiao Wanrong blocked her breath and didn't look at Yan Wu, Yan Wu smiled helplessly: "If there is nothing else, then I will go back to rest." ”

With that, Yan Wu looked at Xiao Wanrong and stood up tentatively.

Sure enough, Xiao Wanrong looked at Yan Wu seriously for a moment: "Sit down for me!" ”

"Forehead......" Yan Wu smiled strangely and sat down. Xiao Wanrong glared at Yan Wu, and then said in a tone of hatred that iron is not steel: "Do you know how dangerous your thoughts are, a big husband can bend and stretch, and a person should know how to compromise if he lives for a lifetime, this is not a sign of cowardice, on the contrary, daring to forbear for a while is the bravest existence." ”

"I understand what you said, but this is not in line with my martial arts, if I endure it and make compromises, my martial will will be damaged, and my cultivation will stop, this is the most terrifying thing. Without strength, all kinds of bullying will follow, and I can only endure until I die......" Yan Wu's tone softened.

"So I will never compromise in this matter, even if it will cause a big disaster, I will stand in front alone, fearless." A sky-high momentum gushed out from Yan Wu's body, and Xiao Wanrong seemed to see a tall figure appear in front of her.

"However, once you kill Shao Hao, how should you deal with the wrath of the Emperor of Heaven?" Xiao Wanrong was still a little worried.

"Entering the sect, once he enters the sect, even the Emperor of Heaven will not dare to attack me in the dark, and can only put pressure on the sect from the surface, then the final result is that he can only send masters of his generation to fight against me head-on. But the master of the same generation, who have I been afraid of! Yan Wu's eyes were full of confidence.

"You are really ......" When it comes to the will of martial arts, Xiao Wanrong doesn't dare to say anything more, this kind of mysterious and mysterious thing is indeed very easy to affect the entry of martial artists, so in the end, Xiao Wanrong, who couldn't convince Yanwu, could only shake her head helplessly and follow him.

After a day's rest, the mysterious voice above the valley platform sounded again. At this moment, there are only five or six teams left here, and some of them have less than five people, such as the team of the Young Emperor, Hu Jiamo has died in the hands of Yan Wu, so there are only four people left now.

Today, there are only twenty-four teenagers standing on the platform of the valley. Even the pair of Yan Wu lost Ning and Feng.

On this day, a mysterious voice informed them of the next round of competition. The beginning of the tournament. Then, a group of staff members in white robes came forward from the shadows, and at first, they would only arrange for everyone to fight.

Among this group of remaining young talents, Yan Wu found many familiar faces, such as Yexi, Lei Jie and others, as well as some local talents from the Tianyan Continent. At this time, the staff in the white robe called Yan Wu's name, and Yan Wu stepped forward to draw a number from the number box.

"Seven. Your opponent is number eight, go to ring four and wait for your opponent to appear. The white-robed man handed the number to Yan Wu and called the next one's name.

On the fourth ring, Yan Wu stood quietly on it and closed his eyes in meditation. At this time, all those who stayed were the top young talents in the secular world on the three continents, and almost all of them had good family resources and supreme talents.

A few minutes later, Yan Wu's opponent slowly came to the fourth ring and stood in front of Yan Wu.

"He Hangling, a preparatory disciple of the Qiling Sect, please advise." Preparatory disciples refer to disciples who have been favored by the masters of the sect and communicated privately in the previous assessment or competition. These disciples will have this good talent, but they will definitely not be amazing people, because these people will not care about private solicitation, they will only release their light on this most shining martial platform, and then wait for many sects to compete for him.

So this He Hangling, although he is also a top young talent. But compared to the teenager who really stood at the top, it was still a step behind.

"Saint Martial Continent, Yan Wu!" Yan Wu arched his hand, and then reported to his home.

"The weak chicken of the Holy Martial Continent?" As soon as he heard that Yan Wu was from the Holy Martial Continent, He Hangling's nervous expression directly relaxed: "It seems that I am lucky, I met someone from the Holy Martial Continent in the first round of competition." ”

The Shengwu Continent is recognized as the weakest martial arts strength among the three continents, and it is no wonder that it is looked down upon by people from other continents. But even the weakest continent. There will always be a few amazing super geniuses, and Yan Wu is one of them.

At this moment, He Hangling looked at Yan Wu contemptuously as if he wanted to say a few unpleasant words to suppress Yan Wu and interfere with Yan Wu's state of mind, but in the face of such an opponent, Yan Wu didn't bother to continue to listen to his manic tongue, and the Divine Fire Holy Spear instantly appeared in his hand, and Yan Wu directly summoned the Holy Yan and rushed over.

"Huh!" The first move, Yan Wu rarely did not use the flame to kill, but changed to some moves in the foundation of marksmanship, these moves have been cultivated by Yan Wu, and the use of them at will contains a trace of marksmanship truth.

"What, so fast!" Yan Wu had just started, but the tip of the Divine Fire Holy Spear had already reached He Hangling's throat in an instant, and He Hangling was instantly startled, and his footsteps quickly slashed backwards.

But Yan Wu's speed was very fast, and He Hangling couldn't dodge it and instantly stretched out a middle finger, "Contempt!" He Hangling let out a low snort, and a strange gray energy suddenly emanated from his middle finger, surrounding Yan Wu's Divine Fire Holy Spear, and then spread along the barrel of the gun towards Yan Wu.

For a moment, Yan Wu seemed to feel a huge pulling force pulling Yan Wu to prevent him from advancing.

"Got it!" Seeing that Yan Wu's speed slowed down, a trace of joy flashed in He Hangling's eyes, and he instantly turned his body sideways to dodge the Divine Fire Holy Spear, and then directly bullied forward, and the middle fingers of his two hands were instantly raised and directly inserted into Yan Wu.

"Annihilation Finger!" He Hangling roared, and a large stream of gray martial energy directly formed a sharp cone on his middle finger, and then plunged straight into Yan Wu's temples on the left and right.

"Die, weak chicken of the Holy Martial Continent!" He Hangling's face was full of madness, but at this moment, a cloud of white light suddenly erupted from Yan Wu's location, and Yan Wu's body was hidden in the white light.

"Huh!" He Hangling's two fingers collapsed and plunged straight into the white light, but he didn't have any sense of strength, and he couldn't help but panic. His Collapse Finger is extremely powerful, and even the masters of the peak of martial arts do not dare to take it head-on, but this move has a fatal shortcoming, that is, after the shot, there will be a moment of body stiffness. (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation and monthly passes, and your support is my biggest motivation. )