In the end, the defenders of the third game chose to abstain...

That person's own strength was similar to Chang Fei's, and at this time, seeing Chang Fei end up like this, he was beaten out of human shape, and that person was only a sixteen-year-old boy, and his heart suddenly collapsed.

Yan Lun won the applause and cheers of many people, but it also made many people's backs chill.

There are many people and martial artists present, and the truth of being bitten by a snake is better than anyone else, if it was not Yan Lun on the field just now, but a veteran martial artist who has been on the rivers and lakes for many years, they would not feel anything.

But Yan Lun is only a fourteen-year-old boy, and his mind and methods are so ruthless, which is indeed very unexpected.

After Yan Lun finished the ring competition by himself, he obviously felt that his strength had improved again, just like the previous two times.

"Let me see the injuries."

After he got off the field, Yijiu and others stepped forward, but Senior Brother Yijiu didn't say a word, and directly lifted Yan Lun's clothes, revealing the knife wound in his abdomen.

"Huh?"

Everyone was stunned, the knife wound in Yan Lun's lower abdomen had actually scabbed, and it looked like the scab was about to fall off, and it might be completely healed tomorrow, and there would be no scar.

"You still have such a self-healing physique? I've only heard of it, too. ”

Fan Xihuang said, and the others were also amazed, because Chang Fei's fish intestine short blade was definitely pierced into a small part, although it was not deep, but the wound should be relatively large, and it should be stitched, but I didn't expect it to heal itself without even applying the traumatic medicine.

Yan Lun himself didn't know why, he knew in his heart that he didn't have any self-healing physique at all, and after falling and bruising when he was a child, the wound was no different from ordinary people.

But he is not stupid now, and soon associated with his strange state, what kind of wonderful power is his so-called potential explosion, or the power of faith in the mouth of Senior Brother Yijiu?

"Let's go back to the True Martial Arts Division first, today we abolished a prefecture-level martial artist in the Unveiling Meeting, there may be people looking for trouble, and it is not easy for our two organizations to act before the recruitment conference."

According to the wine.

"Then I'll go back to the house first, today's event is my follower Zhao Xing's first entry into the ring, this is always the boundary of Kuncheng, if someone is looking for trouble, senior brother, remember to find someone to inform me, and the government will definitely help."

Fan Xihuang said, and then left with two entourages.

From beginning to end, Fan Xihuang was wearing a veil, and after Yan Lun's eyes followed her away, he found that Senior Brother Yijiu was looking at him with a smile.

"Senior Sister Fan Xihuang, she is the daughter of General Fan Zhongyun, I will tell you this in advance."

Yan Lun's heart was slightly shocked, but he didn't show it on his face, just nodded.

Yijiu said:

"General Fan Zhongyun is the strongest man in Kuncheng, and his current realm... It's a second-grade martial artist. ”

The realm of the samurai, after the samurai, is the realm that can be regarded as a strong party anywhere.

"You just abolished a martial artist and broke his bones, this should be the first time you have done such a ruthless move, how do you feel?"

Yijiu asked bluntly, this is what he has always wanted to ask in his heart.

Yan Lun thought for a moment.

"I was very angry at the time, so I didn't think too much about it, and then when I got out of the ring and saw him, I still felt a little embarrassed, but if I encountered this situation again, I would still be like this..."

Yijiu nodded.

"If you feel the real killing intent in the future, don't leave the other party a chance, you can grasp it yourself in the future."

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The two returned to the True Martial Arts Division, and Yijiu couldn't wait to pull Yan Lun to the training ground, wanting to test his strength again.

Soon, rows of black lazuli were already arranged.

The weight of the direct hand is 1,500 catties! The strength requirements of the five-rank martial artist.

As a result, Yan Lun was very relaxed, and lifted it above his head very easily...

After a few more tests, Yijiu left, leaving Yan Lun to train on his own here, as he did most of the time.

Yan Lun stood alone in the training ground, with stacks of black lazuli behind him.

After the sudden outbreak in the ring this time, in addition to the surge in strength, he felt that he had other changes this time, which was different from the past...

On the silver metal plate in front of him, his fingerprints were clearly visible, and even a place on his hand was broken in battle, and there was also a trace of the fingerprints on the random metal plate, which became very clear.

In his ears, sweat dripped on the upper of his shoes, and the small beads of sweat that gradually rose fell to the ground, this series of sounds were particularly obvious, as if he was deliberately listening carefully, but he didn't, this was all unconsciously transmitted to Yan Lun's ears.

Hearing, eyesight, seemed to be in a wonderful process, improved a lot, and he lifted his clothes, and the scab on the wound on his abdomen had fallen off, revealing new skin.

Self-healing ability.

I lifted so many black gold stones just now, and now although I have lifted to the limit and sweated a lot, I don't feel tired at all, and I don't even breathe.

Is it all because he has become a five-rank martial artist?

"Bang!"

Yan Lun turned around and punched the wooden stake next to him, which was an elm stake for boxing, the mouth of the bowl was thick, and the outer ring was wrapped with several layers of coarse cloth, in order to protect the bones of the beater.

He punched the stake, a subtle click heard with keen hearing, but there was no pain in his fist.

Untied the coarse cloth, he saw that there was a thin crack on the stake, very thin, an inch into the wood, you can feel it with your hands, it is a very new crack, it should be the result of Yan Lun's punch just now.

This does not affect the continued use of the stake, but it will definitely shorten the life of the stake, and it may split or break after another half a month of use.

Yan Lun completely untied the layers of coarse cloth, looked at his clenched fist, and then instantly exerted his strength, and punched in the same place.

This time, the rift has become much deeper! Then Yan Lun jumped into the air! The tibia of the right leg swept towards the stake.

"Click"! The entire thick wooden stake was completely split and broken into two.

It seems that there is also a great increase in the strength of his bones, otherwise, he would definitely not dare to do it before to kick the elm stake with his fragile shins.

Is this really the strength that comes with the increase in the level of a warrior? If not, then where does the inexplicable power come from?

Yan Lun couldn't see that the golden "S" symbol in the depths of his soul had begun to fade away, and the golden light began to leak out little by little!

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