On the viewing platform, the jade-faced young man, who had always been stable, could no longer sit firmly on the stage when he saw Wu Chen's appearance, supporting the chair with both hands, intending to get up.

But the old man in Mai beside him waved his hand at the jade-faced young man, and said in a deep voice, "Wait." ”

Although the young man was anxious, he still followed the advice of the old man in Mai, leaned heavily on the seat, and kept staring at Wu Chen with his eyes.

At this critical moment, Wu Chen closed his eyes, but Lu Feng's attack was non-stop.

When Lu Feng's purple long sword arrived in front of Wu Chen, Wu Chen suddenly opened his eyes, white eyeballs, white eyeballs, as if the whole sky was covered.

"Wu Chen", who opened his eyes, was expressionless, but Lu Feng on the side was terrified, because Lu Feng found that the long sword he was holding stopped in front of "Wu Chen" like that, and with only a fraction of a difference, he could kill this new student who moved him with jealousy.

Not only that, Lu Feng found that his whole body of mystical power seemed to be condensed, and he couldn't mobilize a single bit.

I saw that "Wu Chen" slowly raised his right hand, really slowly, very slowly, and stretched out towards Lu Feng's head.

I saw that the slender middle finger, like a dragonfly dotting water, touched the center of Lu Feng's eyebrows.

There was no bizarreness, let alone earth-shattering momentum, Lu Feng fell lightly on the martial arts stage, and he didn't even stir up much dust.

Dumbfounded, lifeless.

Lu Feng, a descendant of the Lu family who had just reached the peak of Xuanshi's cultivation and had a bright future, died like this, died in a place that he had never thought about, died in the hands of Wu Chen, who had always thought that he could be slapped to death casually.

At the moment when Lu Feng fell, the jade-faced young man could no longer be calm, kicked the ground with both feet, and rushed towards Wu Chen on the martial arts stage, and the red wooden viewing platform behind him collapsed with a bang, and the old man in Mai had already disappeared.

The few high-ranking monks in the audience only then discovered that the young Heavenly Dao Mansion Master who looked like a thin scholar turned out to be a rare martial cultivator in the Xuanwu Continent.

And "Wu Chen", who put away his fingers, opened his milky white eyes, and casually glanced in the direction of the jade-faced young man.

But with this casual glance, the jade-faced young man's heart seemed to sound thunder, and He Qianjun obviously felt that the force in his body was stagnant.

On the stage, "Wu Chen" seemed to have lost his soul and fell to the ground with a bang.

He Qianjun, the young lord of the mansion, had not yet walked in front of Wu Chen, but he saw the old man in sackcloth who appeared next to Wu Chen out of thin air, He Qianjun slowed down, slowly walked to the old man's side, and said suspiciously: "The evil witch is inferior?"

The old man in Mai stared at Wu Chen and shook his head.

"Do you want me to take it back to the City Lord's Mansion to investigate? ”

The old man in Mai shook his head and said, "Just leave it to me." ”

The young mansion lord He Qianjun nodded, as if he was very relieved of the old man.

Although the general situation was not clear in the audience, there was still a commotion and discussion.

At this time, the middle-aged referee walked over, arched his hand towards He Qianjun and the old man in Mai, and asked the old man, "Dean, I blamed me for not being able to react in time just now, so I ...... it."

"Don't blame you, even I didn't expect that this kid is so not simple. The old man in Mai shook his head and said.

"What should be the result of this competition?"

The old man in Mai looked at Wu Chen, who was breathing steadily, but fell into a coma, and suddenly laughed. "It's cheap for this kid, let's count him as a winner. ”

"Yes. The middle-aged referee arched his hand towards the old man in Mai again.

The old man in Mai picked up Wu Chen, turned around and was about to leave, but saw Su Qianqian, Qian Duo and others who hurried down.

Just when the old man was puzzled, Su Qianqian asked anxiously, "Dean, how is Brother Wu Chen?"

Only then did the old man in Mai understand that he was probably a friend of this kid or something, but this Yanfu was not shallow.

The old man in Mai showed a mouthful of white teeth, and said to everyone with a smile: "Girl, this kid is seriously injured, the old man is going to take him to heal now, it's too late to worry about his life!"

Su Qianqian's face turned pale all of a sudden.

"But don't you worry that the old man is here, and after a few days of storage, he will appear in front of you alive, what's the matter?

Su Qianqian hurriedly shook her head and said, "No, no, Qianqian believes in the dean." ”

The old man in Mai gave Su Qianqian a good look, picked up Wu Chen, jumped a few times, and disappeared in front of everyone with the mansion master He Qianjun.

Despite the dean's assurance, several people still looked at the direction of the old man in Mai with concern, and Su Qianqian's eyes were even more rosy, and she bit her lower lip fiercely.

The old man in Mai, who left the "Tian" character martial arts arena, didn't walk for long, then stopped his figure, looked at He Qianjun beside him, and said softly: "Don't worry! This kid will be handed over to me, as for his family history, I have also secretly checked, and there is nothing unusual, but this kid has been to the Ten Thousand Demon Heavenly Domain, not only did he not die, but he may have had a lot of adventures, and the changes in his body are estimated to be related to that place." ”

He Qianjun nodded, as if agreeing with the old man's statement.

"That's right. ”

He Qianjun turned to the old man's direction again, listening to the old man in Mai.

"Recently, I have felt several fluctuations in power, not weak, there are Xuan Xiu, Demon Cultivation, and a few, hidden and deeper monk fluctuations, your Heavenly Dao Mansion should be ready. ”

He Qianjun's eyes flashed with a scarred gaze, and he said in a deep voice: "I've been waiting for them for a long time, a group of dissatisfied rats, this time it's different from before, as long as they dare to step into my Heavenly Dao City, they will definitely have no return." ”

The old man nodded approvingly.

He Qianjun looked at the sleeping Wu Chen again, and muttered suspiciously: "The power just now doesn't look like a monk. ”

The old man in Mai did not respond to He Qianjun's words, but raised his head, stared at the sky covered with white clouds, wanted to go to the white-eyed "Wu Chen", and said to himself: "It's really not." ”

The two separated, the old man in Mai skimmed in the direction of Xuanhu, and He Qianjun also took the two middle-aged burly guards who appeared behind him at some point, towards the direction of the City Lord's Mansion.

Wu Chen, who was in a coma, didn't know that one trouble after another was pouring towards his unconscious self.

The name Wu Chen not only spread throughout the freshman grades, but also began to appear in the mouths of middle-level old students.