Xin Xiongzhuang let out a long breath, withdrew the spear stretched out in the air, stared at the traceless with his eyes, and said, "See you again in the future, I won't lose." ”

"Okay."

There was no contempt in the traceless tone, and the face was still as indifferent as ever, but there was a little more solemnity in the traceless eyes.

The battle has finally come to an end.

Xin Xiongzhuang moved away from his heavy steps, and said in a respectful voice that bent down to ask Zeyu: "Master, please forgive the disciple for being unfilial, the disciple wants to go out and break through, and he is a little smaller in this Cloud City after all." ”

"Well, it's time for you to go your own way. As long as you still have me as a master in your heart, the old man lost his second disciple five years ago, and he doesn't want to lose a third disciple. Remember, you, come back to me alive. ”

Ask Zeyu seems to understand what Xin Xiongzhuang is going to do.

Xin Xiongzhuang responded with some whimpering: "Yes! The disciple will definitely come back alive to greet the master. ”

"Third Senior Brother, I'm ......" asked Yanran, her delicate body trembled slightly, and she seemed to understand where Xin Xiongzhuang was going.

"Senior sister, senior brother just disturbed your lifelong affairs, please don't blame it." Xin Xiongzhuang arched his hand slightly towards Wen Yanran.

Asked Yanran opened her red lips, and the tears in her beautiful eyes seemed to be about to slide down: "Senior brother, how can the little sister blame you." Little sister hopes that my brother won't be there, I don't want to see my brother come back scarred, or even see your corpse ......"

"Well, that's it. Master, sister, and brothers, I'm leaving. ”

Xin Xiongzhuang's bow represents the firmness of his heart; This bend shows his indomitable will; This arch shows the spirit of seeing death as home.

The place that can make Wen Zeyu, who fought on the battlefield in the past, feel moved, is naturally the frontier of the Beiyuan Kingdom.

Don't look at the fact that the national power of Beiyuan has begun to prosper now, it is based on the establishment of thousands of corpses. How many heroes went to the frontier and couldn't come back, and how many heroes buried their bones in other places with pride.

When Wen Zeyu's second disciple was guarding the frontier five years ago, he was besieged to death by hundreds of people, and his body was full of sword wounds and gun holes, and his bloody appearance stained the scenery of the frontier.

Maybe a long time ago, Xin Xiongzhuang planned to enter the frontier to defend one side, but he never made up his mind. Now taking advantage of this opportunity, Xin Xiongzhuang secretly decided at the moment of his move.

However, since he is going to the frontier of the Northern Abyss Country, he naturally has to have some skills. Xin Xiongzhuang didn't plan to go on such an expedition to the frontier to be a minion.

He wants to enter Beijing and take the martial arts examination. When the time comes, he will become famous in a battle under the watchful eye of the public, and go to the frontier with honor.

"Come back early, kid." Wen Zeyu waved his hand, and endless emotions surged in his deep eyes.

"Yes! The disciple must carry the will of the master to defend the territory of my northern abyss. ”

After Xin Xiongzhuang finished speaking, he didn't linger in the slightest, but flashed into the crowd and disappeared.

Xin Xiongzhuang was afraid that if he stayed for a while, he would give up this decision because he asked Yanran to stay, so Xin Xiongzhuang could only go to the capital with the only will he had now, and then move to the frontier.

In the ring, only the traceless figure of the man in black remained.

The hundreds of people below the ring were dumbfounded, and it was clear that Traceless' overperformance had numbed them.

"It seems that the dragon fast son-in-law of the Yunxiao Martial Arts Pavilion is none other than him, alas!" After a long, long time, this sentence came from the crowd.

"First there is You Xifeng, the master of the Linquan Young Pavilion, and then there is the disciple of the master of swordsmanship, the son of Youyuan, and then there is the third senior brother Xin Xiongzhuang of the Yunxiao Martial Pavilion. They are all defeated, and who else? Hehe......" Some people were even more disheartened and shook their heads with a wry smile.

"I'm afraid that after today, the man in black in the ring will be a piece of incense film, and he will really become famous in a fight." Originally, some of the self-righteous Yuncheng Junjie were in an extremely low mood, and they said very bitterly and sighed.

Some people are happy and some are sad, everyone's inner mood is different, as for what everyone is thinking, only they know it.

The Traceless Boy stood quietly in the ring, no one dared to go on stage anymore, and everyone looked at the Traceless Childe.

Wen Zeyu looked at the traceless son unabashedly, and his slightly sunken eyes condensed into a little bit on the traceless body. And Wen Yanran also silently glanced at Traceless, and looked in the direction of Xin Xiongzhuang's departure.

"But there are still people?"

Another hoarse voice came from the mouth of the Traceless to the ears of hundreds of people.

It's a pity that the originally self-righteous young Junjie let go of the pride in his heart and didn't dare to speak out. Some even turned away in frustration.

In a corner of the ring, Xu Muchuan and Huo Qingwen glanced at each other.

"Brother Huo, it seems that this black-clothed boy is very strong, are you sure you want to go up and fight?" Xu Muchuan glanced at the black-clothed man without a trace, and said to Huo Qingwen with a hint of worry.

The corners of Huo Qingwen's mouth involuntarily curved into a strange arc, and he chuckled: "Brother Xu, don't worry. ”

Xu Muchuan took a sip of wine, smiled slightly bitterly and stopped talking. He could feel that Huo Qingwen was not joking with him, but Xu Muchuan couldn't understand where Huo Qingwen got the confidence to dare to go on stage.

According to the strength shown by Traceless in the ring, it is definitely in the ranks of first-class masters. No matter how a first-class master hides it, he has a powerful aura, but Xu Muchuan can't feel it from Huo Qingwen.

"Teacher, in the future, Xiaofeng has the strength of the brother on the stage, can he take revenge?" Suddenly, Feng Anjin, who had been quiet, turned his head to look at Xu Muchuan and asked seriously.

Xu Muchuan's eyes contracted tightly, and he sighed in his heart: "Xiaofeng still can't let go of the thorn in his heart, and over time, he will definitely fall into the root of the disease in his heart." ”

The village was slaughtered, and all the parents and clansmen were beheaded. A child of seven or eight years old lives with the pain that many people find difficult to suppress, and the only purpose is to take revenge.

Xu Muchuan knew that Feng An Jinming didn't say anything on his face, but in fact, he was thinking about revenge all the time in his heart. Xu Muchuan softly touched Feng Anjin's head: "Xiaofeng, the teacher will help you avenge in the future, the teacher assures you." ”

Huo Qingwen squinted his eyes and looked at Feng Anjin carefully, from the conversation between Xu Muchuan and Feng Anjin, Huo Qingwen seemed to hear something.

However, Huo Qingwen didn't ask, although he was very arrogant, he still knew what to say and what not to say.

"Is there no one fighting?" For a long time, there was silence below the ring. The old butler standing behind him couldn't help but ask loudly.

Hundreds of people shook their heads bitterly, all silent.

"If no one else is playing, then it's my turn."

Everyone immediately turned their heads to look at the source of the voice, looking for the person who had just spoken loudly with some anxiety.

Hundreds of people turned their heads to look at Huo Qingwen in unison.

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