After hearing Youyuan's inquiry, the man in black stared at Youyuan for a while, and Youyuan looked at the man in black without fear.

"Without a trace."

The man in black looked at the abyss and slowly spit out his name.

Yu Yuan stared at the man in black...... That is, a few seconds after a few seconds, he said in a majestic cold voice: "The next time we meet, I will defeat you." ”

"Okay." Traceless cherishes words like gold, and can say one less word than one word, as if he will be seriously injured if he says one more word.

So, with the support of the medical staff, Yu Yuan left the ring.

As soon as the abyss left, the hundreds of people under the ring suddenly took a breath of cold air: "Hiss-"

"Unexpectedly...... Even the prince of the abyss lost!! Who is the man in black on stage? Someone said this sentence, and it said the hearts of the hundreds of people gathered around the ring.

"The prince of the abyss is recognized as a first-class master! How could it be lost? "Some of the scholars who worship the abyss are all dumbfounded.

"Does anyone dare to go up now? Can anyone else be the match for this man in black? ”

After these words came out of the crowd, many people fell silent, because the faint breath from the ring was enough to compress their nerves.

Some self-proclaimed young heroes thought of the ones who were showing their skills later, but one after another the masters fought, causing their hearts to be indeliblely injured.

If it was just the young hall master of the Linquan Martial Arts Hall just now, there were still some people in the audience who dared to go up and fight.

But immediately after that, when the prince of the deep abyss appeared with the three-foot Qingfeng-Abyss Sword, countless young heroes broke out in a cold sweat in fear.

What made everyone even more unexpected was that he thought that the prince of the abyss would definitely be able to occupy the ring after making a move, and who had thought that the prince of the abyss, who was recognized as a first-class master, was undoubtedly defeated in the hands of Traceless.

What kind of words are used to describe the mood of the ambitious young man under the ring at this time. I guess that's all I can say - suffocation.

Shock and tremor are not enough to describe the mentality of the young heroes at this time, and it can only be said that they have been suppressed by the traceless aura and aura and cannot breathe.

One person is enough to deter the young heroes of the entire Cloud City, and it cannot be said that he is not fierce. Traceless is only in his early twenties now, and he has reached a point beyond the reach of ordinary people, and he is worthy of his arrogance that comes from the heart.

"But there are still people?"

When everyone was talking in the ring, Wuji still spoke very indifferently.

Hearing the sound without a trace, the hundreds of people under the ring looked sideways for a moment and stopped talking. What's more, there is a slight sweat on their foreheads, I don't know if they are frightened or shocked.

For a long time, none of the hundreds of people dared to stand on the ring, and some didn't even dare to take a big breath, for fear of provoking the unclear trace.

Traceless glanced at everyone indifferently, but no one dared to look at Traceless.

Just when Traceless felt a little lost, a roar sounded from behind Traceless: "I'm coming!" ”

Everyone looked sideways and froze......

"Da Da Da ......"

One step, two steps, three steps. A disciple who was wearing the costume of the Cloud Martial Arts Pavilion slowly walked out from behind Wen Zeyu.

This person is the third disciple of the Yunxiao Martial Arts Pavilion-Xin Xiongzhuang, and asked Zeyu's personal disciple.

Xin Xiongzhuang is now twenty-six, and he was valued by Zeyu a long time ago and accepted as a disciple. Xin Xiongzhuang didn't want to disappoint Wen Zeyu, and practiced martial arts diligently since he was a child, hoping to be appreciated by Wen Zeyu.

"Master, please forgive my disciple for being bold. The disciple followed the master when he was a teenager, and he was attracted to the little junior sister early, but the disciple knew that his status was low, and he was not worthy of the junior sister. Now the disciple is about to watch his junior sister marry someone else, and the hurdle in the disciple's heart will never be overcome. ”

Xin Xiongzhuang knelt directly in front of Wen Zeyu, kowtowed vigorously and said: "Master, the disciple knows that he is not the opponent of this black-clothed man, but the disciple still wants to fight, and the string in the disciple's heart is broken." ”

"Bang! Boom! Boom! ”

Xin Xiongzhuang then kowtowed three more times to Wen Zeyu, and a trace of blood red slowly flowed down his forehead.

"Child, how can the master not know what you are thinking. It's just that there are some things that can only be relied on by yourself, and the master doesn't blame you, but thinks that you have such a heart that dares to love and hate, and you are worthy of me to ask Zeyu's disciple. ”

Ask Zeyu leaned down on his seemingly weak body, and slowly helped Xin Xiongzhuang up, with a little love in his sunken eyes.

Wen Yanran, who was sitting on the left side of Wen Zeyu, had her beautiful eyes shrinking sharply, and she obviously didn't expect that her third senior brother had already been tempted by her.

From childhood to adulthood, Wen Yanran felt that Xin Xiongzhuang was very good to him. If she asked Yanran that she had made a mistake, Xin Xiongzhuang would definitely take care of her guilt and be punished for her.

Every time there is something delicious in Xinxiongzhuang, it is not for Zeyu first, but for Yanran.

Wen Yanran vaguely remembered that five years ago, she and Xin Xiongzhuang were going to conduct a trial to exterminate a group of bandits who were doing evil near Cloud City.

In fact, that time was a trial for asking Yanran to leave the hall, a trial that he had to go through as a disciple of the Yunxiao Martial Arts. Xin Xiongzhuang's trial was completed many years ago, but that time Xin Xiongzhuang knelt outside Wen Zeyu's house all night and begged for the qualification to go with Wen Yanran.

Because Xin Xiongzhuang was worried about asking Yanran a woman to go to the green mountains to exterminate the bandits, she begged Zeyu all night, and finally got Wen Zeyu's approval.

Ask Yanran remembered that on the night when Xin Xiongzhuang begged for her, it rained so much, every raindrop was the size of a little finger, and the downpour still couldn't stop Xin Xiongzhuang, and he was finally asked to go together.

Fortunately, Wen Yanran's exit trial was accompanied by Xin Xiongzhuang, otherwise he would really encounter an accident. That group of bandits were not ordinary people at all, they were all deserters who ran back from the frontier.

On the day of the trial, Wen Yanran was trapped by the group of deserters who had a bit of martial arts.

Seeing that situation, Xin Xiongzhuang had to come to the rescue. It's a pity that two fists are hard to beat four hands, Xin Xiongzhuang's martial arts at that time were not hot enough, so he was naturally seriously injured by a group of deserters, but the twenty or so deserters all fell to the ground and became corpses.

That day, Wen Yanran looked at Xin Xiongzhuang, who was covered in blood, and grinned at her: "Senior sister, don't cry." It's okay, it'll be fine in a while. ”

…………

"Third Senior Brother, I'm ......" asked Yanran pinched the corners of her clothes with both hands, and through the veil, she could vaguely see her biting her lips, which was particularly tempting.

There were thousands of tears rolling in Xin Xiongzhuang's eyes, but he was holding back: "Senior sister, I'm sorry." ”

The boy doesn't flick when he has tears, but he hasn't reached the sad place! Even if Xin Xiongzhuang had reached the point of sadness, he still couldn't shed a single tear, because he was a disciple of Wen Zeyu!

"Senior brother, your forehead is bleeding, I'll wipe it for you." Wen Yanran's beautiful eyes were also covered with a layer of mist, and she looked at Xin Xiongzhuang's forehead and hurriedly walked over.

"No need, junior sister should go and sit down!" Xin Xiongzhuang immediately dodged the jade hand that asked Yanran.

Xin Xiongzhuang knew very well in his heart that he was in love with Wen Yanran, and Wen Yanran was just a big brother dependence on him.

Wen Zeyu sighed lightly, then looked at Xin Xiongzhuang who was kneeling on the ground and said, "Child, get up!" Go to fight, don't let you have regrets in your heart. ”

"Thank you, Master." Xin Xiongzhuang kowtowed again, and then slowly stood up.

The momentum is like a rainbow, and it can fight the world. When the wind and smoke rise, it can be dyed with ten miles of blood.

At this moment, the sentence that can best describe Xinxiongzhuang is like this!