"The reason why I stopped you is because I am afraid that you will not even have a chance to surrender, and I don't want any accidents to occur among any of you."

As he spoke, the master frowned and said in a deep voice, "But the recent victory has made you a little proud, so... In the end, I didn't stop Flender."

When the words fell, the master's eyes fell on Ye Zhen who was sitting in the corner, and everyone followed the master's gaze to see Ye Zhen, and their hearts were suddenly shocked.

There is also an inhuman existence in his Shrek team, Ye Zhen competed with Zao Wou-Ki at the beginning, and he didn't even injure Zao Wou-ki, but Zao Wou-Ki is a seventy-sixth-level soul saint powerhouse!

And was forced by Ye Zhen's attack to have to use the martial soul true body to defend, as well as Tai Chi magic and many other magical means, if there is really someone who can fight against the sword cultivation in the master's mouth, or it is possible to defeat this sword cultivation, only Ye Zhen!

"You guessed right, if Ye Zhen plays, even if he loses, he has enough ability to admit defeat, and by the way, he can also let you see what a real genius is like!"

As long as his eyes fell on Ye Zhen, even the master couldn't help but feel proud, but he knew that Ye Zhen was not only talented beyond everyone, but even his efforts were unimaginable to others.

In the usual training, others complained that the training intensity was too high, and it was not when they could bear it, and just out of sight, Ye Zhen was carrying out extreme training that made the master's heart tremble.

"Ye Zhen, you can go on this scene, you have been suppressed for so long, this time, I allow you to use the power of the martial soul, after all, you are now ever-changing, not Ye Zhen"

Looking at his pride, the corners of the master's mouth turned up slightly, and he made a rare joke.

I have to say that the master's heart has been nurtured by Ye Zhen, and his other disciple, although Tang San's talent is far beyond ordinary people, is second only to Ye Zhen among the eight.

But Tang San's second, whether it was talent, strength, or effort towards cultivation, was not comparable to Tang San and others.

It's still the same sentence, Ye Zhen is too perfect, the master doesn't know what he can teach Ye Zhen, it's embarrassing, in terms of improving his strength, the master can't give Ye Zhenren any help.

However, the only thing that allows the master's half of his ass to sit firmly in the teacher's position is that Ye Zhen, like other students, does not have a deep understanding of this world.

However, when the master looked at Ye Zhen with confidence, Ye Zhen shook his head slightly and whispered, "I won't participate."

"Why?"

It was not the master who asked, but Flender, he may know more about Ye Zhen's strength than the master, in Flender's heart, Ye Zhen is definitely a little monster who has never been seen before or since, and he is also a little monster among monsters!

In Flender's heart, Ye Zhen may have a big battle against that sword cultivator, but the probability of winning is very, very high!

That's 150,000 gold soul coins! With these 150,000 gold soul coins, Shrek Academy will not fall into the dilemma of extreme lack of funds for a long time in the future.

Although the master and the others did not ask, their serious doubts were clear, and they seemed to be waiting for Ye Zhen's explanation.

During this period of time, although the time was not very long, they believed that Ye Zhen was definitely not the kind of person who was greedy for life and afraid of death.

"Because there is no meaning" Ye Zhen's face was indifferent, and his eyes kept falling on the apple on the wooden table in front of him, as if this apple was a peerless beauty.

"No... Significance? The crowd could not understand the meaning of this sentence.

Only the master's pupils shrank suddenly, and he glanced at Ye Zhen, this action was extremely secretive, even Flender, who was facing him head-on, did not notice it.

"Hey... In that case, which of you would like to fight this sword cultivator? The master looked at the other seven.

"Uh..."

The seven of them looked at each other, although they felt that they were extremely talented and absolutely outstanding among their peers, but the other party used unknown means to kill the peak Soul Emperor powerhouse with the blue electric Tyrannosaurus Rex martial soul in seconds!

At that time, I am afraid that I will not even have a chance to surrender, and no one will think that my life is long.

"I'll do it!"

Tang San suddenly stood up from his chair and said with a grim face.

"Little San, you!" Everyone was shocked.

The master frowned, and said in a deep voice, "Sit down for me, although you have Ye Zhen's method of predicting the enemy's actions, but you can only budget an opponent with a lower strength than yourself, that sword cultivation can kill the soul saint in seconds!" ”

"Yes, little three, forget it, this is death!" Everyone hurriedly persuaded him.

"You don't need to say it, I have my own sense of proportion, in the past month, my soul power is almost about to break through to level 30, only strong pressure can make me break through"

"And with the methods taught to me by Brother Ye, I am completely sure that I will survive, in the face of such an opponent, I have self-knowledge, if I am not defeated, I will surrender immediately"

Speaking of this, Tang San smiled confidently, "Although that Sword Cultivator killed his opponent mercilessly every time, his opponent had miscalculated the attack power of Sword Cultivator, and he was killed."

"Okay then" The master nodded, looking at Tang San with a pleased gaze, although Tang San's talent was far inferior to Ye Zhen, the courage he possessed had completely surpassed the others.

"Master!" The crowd exclaimed.

"Needless to say, Tang San, you go and prepare, I still have something to say to everyone" The master whispered, looking at the appearance, he wanted to separate Tang San.

And Tang San also bowed to the master with great interest, and then exited the room.

Facing everyone's puzzled gazes, the master said in a deep voice, "I said that I won't let any of you have an accident, if I don't have complete confidence that Xiao San can survive under Jian Xiu, how can I agree to let him fight."

Hearing this, everyone breathed a sigh of relief in their hearts, but they were not much less worried.

Glancing at the clock on the wall, the master whispered, "Okay, the game is about to start, you guys should prepare, Xiao Ye, you come with me, and I'll take you to meet someone."

Ye Zhen didn't speak, got up and followed the master.

Because of the thirty consecutive wins, Ye Zhen also has his own lounge.

"Xiaoye... How much more shock can you give me, if it weren't for the teacher's mind, which has already been forged by you..."

"Boom!"

Hearing the bell, the master let out a long breath and walked to the one-way transparent glass with his hands in his hands, and was very interested in the next fighting spirit.

Ye Zhen didn't speak, just the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, and he walked towards the door with light steps.

However, with each step Ye Zhen takes, his body will become taller, and the original white robe on his body will also change, and finally turn into a black cloak.

The most important thing is Ye Zhen's face, even if the master turns his head, he can't recognize it at all!

Not only did his face change, but even his eyes changed, extremely sharp, and wherever his gaze passed, it seemed that even the space had been cut into pieces!

"Gentlemen! Ladies! Tonight, our one-on-one battle at the Soto Arena will be especially exciting! ”

"According to the usual practice, the first competition completely belongs to the King of Fighting Spirits, Sword Cultivation!"

"Sword cultivation! Sword Cultivation..."

With the host's words, the audience instantly erupted in unprecedented cheers, and the audience seats that can accommodate 10,000 people were full, and even the corridors were crowded!

"And this time, the challenger is also the one who has recently gained a reputation for winning the battle of the crane, and has maintained a twenty-game winning streak... Shura! The host said enthusiastically!

"Boom!"

The Fighting Soul Field erupted in cheers again!

"Now, please ask tonight's challenger, Thousand-Handed Shura, can he break Sword Xiu's terrifying winning streak!" As soon as the host's voice fell, Tang San, who was wearing a mask, walked out of the contestant's passage with a calm step.

"The thousand-handed Shura player has entered, now, let's invite the invincible sword cultivator, the absolute king of the Copper Fighting Soul District, the sword cultivator!"

The moderator stretched his voice.

"Boom!"

Incredible shouts erupted from the audience, gradually unifying.

"Sword cultivation! Sword Repair! Sword Cultivation..."

With an unimaginable shout, Ye Zhen, who was dressed in a black cloak, slowly stepped into the entrance.

Suddenly! A sharp aura visible to the naked eye swept through the audience, and the shouting stopped instantly.

Everyone knew that Jian Xiu felt that they were annoying.

And Tang San, who had just stepped into the arena, seemed to be hit by the oncoming soul beast under the impact of this sharp aura, and his body involuntarily retreated, until he reached the edge of the ring, this force stopped abruptly!

Just the breath made Tang San's forehead sweat, and his heart was extremely frightened, and in the breath just now, Tang San felt as weak as an ant, and the other party was as huge as a world!

"It's just breath... If they do attack me, do I really have a chance to shout surrender? Tang San smiled bitterly in his heart, now, he seemed to understand why the opponents who faced Sword Cultivation before didn't shout the word surrender.

If this aura was not swept away, but covered, Tang San felt that he would be speechless.

"Our Bronze Fighting Soul King still doesn't like nonsense as always, so... The battle begins! The host's voice fell, and he directly controlled the flying soul guide and flashed people.

"Give you a chance, admit defeat now, this seat can spare your life, otherwise... Die!" Ye Zhen crossed his fingers in front of his lower abdomen, lowered his head, and said in a voice full of magnetic charm.

When the last dead word came out, Ye Zhen raised his head and looked at life with complete indifference.

Facing Ye Zhen's eyes, Tang San was shocked in his heart, and subconsciously released his Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul, even so, under Ye Zhen's gaze, several scars appeared on his body.

Hurry up and don't turn your head, not daring to look at Ye Zhen, Tang San gasped, his eyes tingling, "If you hadn't opened the Purple Pole Demon Pupil just now, your eyes would have been blind!" ”

"I didn't expect this sword cultivator to be so terrifying! Just one look made me feel like my body and soul were almost torn apart! ”

The corners of Ye Zhen's mouth were slightly upturned, he didn't release any pupil technique, just a normal gaze, and it was still a ninety-nine percent normal gaze.

"Nope! It's my honor to be able to compete with His Excellency Sword Cultivator" Tang San raised his head, at this time Ye Zhen had completely restrained the charm in his normal gaze, and Tang San finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Oh? Since you want to find death, then come, convention, give you five minutes to attack with all your strength, don't try to keep your hands, because you only have five minutes left to live" Ye Zhen whispered indifferently, and his interested gaze once again turned into disregard for all life.