A series of exclamations rang out from the front rows of the auditorium, and quickly spread throughout the auditorium. Even most ordinary civilians knew what it meant for the martial spirit to be broken.

Except for Niu Zhiqiang, who was seriously injured, all the other members of the Shenjian Gate team ran to the ring at the same time. Two staff members quickly ran over and stood in front of them.

"It's not over yet. You can't go up. ”

"Don't you see that our captains are all injured?" The female team member with maroon shawl hair was anxious and angry, and even her voice changed her tone.

"He hasn't been knocked down yet, and he hasn't surrendered," the staff's expressions and faces were as cold as ice, "the fight isn't over yet." ”

The instructor stood up from his seat and motioned for the team to sit back in their seats. His face was also very ugly, as red as a bloody pig liver that had just been dug out of a pig's belly, his brows were furrowed, and his eyes were wide open. He could completely see that He Jiawei was not only damaged by his martial spirit, but also suffered a lot of internal injuries, while the young man on the opposite side was just about to run out of spiritual power and did not suffer any real damage. He raised his hand, ready to throw in the towel and end the game.

"I'm fine!"

He Jiawei shouted. He shook his arms vigorously, his legs shook several times in a row, and he forcefully released two bright red spiritual power fluctuations, covering the two pieces of hand armor on his arms. He threw his head back hard, spurting out two mouthfuls of blood. The spiritual power fluctuations on his hand armor were instantly stained blood-red, and his face became a little pale. Little by little, the scars and holes disappeared. Both handnails were restored to their original shapes. He re-put himself in a posture and aimed at Ye Hengyuan with the claw thorn on the armor of his right hand.

Ye Hengyuan nodded, raised his gaze, held Fang Tianhalberd high, and looked at He Jiawei with admiration.

"Okay, good," off the stage, Jin Bo raised his hand, stroked his beard, and looked at He Jiawei opposite, "The core disciple of the Divine Arrow Sect is really good." ”

"Director Jin," Tian Zhuang in the back row raised his fat arm, "His martial spirits have been damaged, and he has been injured so badly that he has consumed most of his spiritual power, how can he still heal the injuries himself?"

"This should be the secret method of the Divine Arrow Sect," Jin Bo said, "and only a few of their core disciples can master it." I don't know exactly how it works or what it works for. ”

There was a flurry of cheers from the audience. All from the supporters of the Divine Arrow Gate team.

"Do you want to continue?" Ye Hengyuan asked lightly.

He Jiawei did not answer immediately, but raised the hand armor on his left side to protect his head. The ten claw spikes had turned a dazzling golden red again, with a hint of blood red at the tip. The heat was gone, replaced by a faint smell of blood.

"I want to know, what kind of punch are you. He Jiawei's voice seemed a little weak.

"The qi of heaven and earth is gathered in form. Crack by force, condensation is wind. Fist Name: Split Wind. Ye Hengyuan's tone became extremely reverent.

"Okay, okay," He Jiawei smiled and nodded, "Then why can you isolate my flames from being burned?"

"If I say that I only use wind pressure, do you believe it?" Ye Hengyuan asked rhetorically.

"Heh," He Jiawei smiled again, but it turned into a wry smile, "Then let me ask you one last question." Can you tell me, your sect?"

Two rays of light flashed in Ye Hengyuan's eyes, and he held the halberd in both hands and aimed it at He Jiawei.

"I am student number 0379 enrolled in the 1215 year of the Cangling calendar. You just have to remember that. ”

Offstage, Jin Bo looked at Ye Hengyuan's back, nodded, didn't say anything, and acquiesced to him. The students of the Cangling Academy are all protected by the laws of the country and the military, and they are not just someone who can check or investigate through the number in the arena. Only a few high-ranking State officials have this authority.

"Good. I hope you will remember my name, He Jiawei. ”

He Jiawei jumped up and jumped towards Ye Hengyuan's sky, his right claw drawing five blood-red light blades in the air. The blades of light weaved through the air, stirring up a large expanse of heat.

Ye Hengyuan quickly took two steps back, picked up Fang Tian's halberd, and brought up a cyan shield condensed by the wind element. The shield only took shape for a second, and it was torn apart by the blood-red light blade.

He Jiawei took advantage of the situation and fell forward, narrowing the distance between him and Ye Hengyuan. Blood-red blades of light slashed out from his claws, drawing blood-red trails one after another. On his body, a layer of blood-red and golden-red flames reappeared. But the corners of his mouth began to flow tiny beads of blood.

Ye Hengyuan didn't attack, but just released a layer of energy barrier to protect himself, and used Fang Tian's halberd to resist He Jiawei's onslaught. His body was like a small grass in the prairie, swaying from side to side with the wind, sometimes to the left, sometimes to the right, but he never took half a step back.

The sonorous and powerful sound of collision constantly resounded in the air above the ring. Fang Tianji's crescent blade slammed into the sharp golden-red claw thorns again and again, and each collision burst out with several golden sparks. The blood-red flame energy kept eroding the turquoise shield, burning it out of one gap after another. A layer of protective shield was shattered, and another layer of protective shield emerged from Ye Hengyuan's body.

The entire audience was silent, watching the ring intently, and not a single person made any unnecessary noise. Some spirit masters with slightly higher cultivation levels closed their eyes directly, and they were even ready to leave. They have already seen that the outcome of this battle has been decided.

On the side of the Divine Arrow Gate, the face of the instructor who led the team became more and more ugly, blue and purple for a while, and the corners of his mouth were still twitching. Jin Bo is right, this He Jiawei is indeed the core disciple of the Divine Arrow Sect, and he is also one of the young disciples that the head of the Divine Arrow Sect has specified to focus on cultivating. His level in the Divine Arrow Sect was not yet at the elder level, and the core disciples could not completely obey his command. What's more, there is another rule in the Spirit Master Arena: when the battle is not over, and the contestants still have the ability to continue fighting, there is no danger to their lives, and they are sane, no instructor or other team members can declare defeat on behalf of the contestants. He knew that He Jiawei was completely unconvinced, and insisted on continuing hand-to-hand combat with that young man with his injuries. A brown porcelain vase less than the size of a fist appeared in his hand.

"Ahh

He Jiawei shouted angrily, and his arms exerted force at the same time, forcing Ye Hengyuan* back half a step. Another streak of crimson blood ran from the corner of his mouth. As his arms fell, a huge blood-red cross slash appeared out of thin air, as if it was about to split Ye Hengyuan's five horses.

Ye Hengyuan didn't retreat, nor did he jump, he just raised Fang Tian's halberd. Within a radius of one meter around him, all the air rotated around Fang Tianji's halberd at high speed, forming an umbrella-shaped blue and white protective film. The dragon-like light flashed behind him again.

A few shrill tearing sounds rang out. Several civilian spectators in the front row lowered their heads and covered their ears.

The powerful impact pushed Ye Hengyuan's body back more than a dozen steps, approaching the edge of the ring. His face turned pale, and the fluctuations in his spiritual power gradually weakened. The sleeves of his arms were torn, and even the skin on his shoulders was exposed. Several long strips of wounds are clearly visible. Dozens of beads of blood the size of a grain of rice oozed out.

"Brother Hengyuan!" Xue Mengyi couldn't help but exclaim.

He Jiawei's body shook twice and fell. The two pieces of firebow armor vanished, revealing his arms, which had long since turned crimson. Blood flowed out of his mouth and nostrils at the same time.

"In the third battle, Cang Ling's team wins!" the referee immediately announced the result.

The audience immediately boiled. Countless spectators stood up and cheered excitedly. Ye Hengyuan couldn't stand on his feet anymore, and sat down heavily on the ground, taking a deep breath.

"Quick!" Jimbo turned his face to Wang He and waved his hand at him, motioning for him to go on stage.

Wang He and Leng Han immediately stood up and jumped into the ring. Xue Mengyi also wanted to go up, but was stopped by Instructor Xi.

On the side of the Divine Arrow Gate, the instructor who led the team came to the stage in person, used his spiritual power to hold up He Jiawei, who was in a coma, took out two brown pills from the porcelain bottle, stuffed them into his mouth, glared at Ye Hengyuan, who was sitting on the ground, and then carried He Jiawei off the stage.

Wang He opened his big hand, held Ye Hengyuan's waist, and slowly pushed him up from the ground. Leng Han also stretched out his hands and gently held his injured arms, releasing a soft stream of ice attribute energy to wrap around those long wicker-like wounds.

"Thank you. Ye Hengyuan turned his head and smiled at Wang He and Leng Han. The cool ice mask relieves the pain on the wound and also reduces the feeling of exhaustion. He only felt that his whole body was sore, he couldn't use any strength, and the spiritual veins all over his body were like withered rivers, and it took a lot of effort to squeeze out a little spiritual power. He leaned on Wang He's back half-leaning and half-lying on his stomach, and followed Wang He out of the ring.

"150379! 150379!"

"150379! 150379!"

In the audience, the tsunami-like cheers spread throughout the arena, almost tearing off the roof. A first-time contestant, with a one-on-one three, defeated three opponents with a higher level of spiritual power than him in a row, which is a great visual stimulation for any spectator. Especially the students of Cangling Academy, even more so. Most of the viewers who came to watch this battle were supporters of the Cangling Academy team. As long as the audience in Cangling City basically knows that Cangling Academy is the No. 1 Spiritual Master Academy in the entire Cangling Country, and it can even be said to be the No. 1 Spiritual Master Academy in the whole continent. But even the students of the Cangling Academy were rarely able to defeat three opponents who were stronger than themselves in a row.

Ye Hengyuan raised his head with great effort and glanced at the audience. Countless spectators were applauding and cheering for him. He felt a little uncomfortable and lowered his head again.

"You coward! If you have the ability, don't end up!

The young woman with maroon shawl hair suddenly rushed to the front of the ring, stretched out a finger, pointed at Ye Hengyuan's back and shouted. Two staff members strode over and forcibly dragged her back to the rest area. Some viewers booed her. Two other staff members brought a stretcher, put the seriously injured He Jiawei on it, and carried him to the infirmary.

The trio returned to the rest area. Jimbo, Instructor Xi, and all the students gathered around.

"How is it, Brother Hengyuan, are you okay?" Xue Mengyi was the first to surround him, stretched out his hand, and wanted to pull Ye Hengyuan's hand despite the fact that there were other people next to him.

"It's okay, little dream. Ye Hengyuan smiled, stretched his palm up, and swung it.

"You're doing a great job, Hengyuan," Jimbo smiled and nodded, "Go back to the lounge and rest." The instructor will give you medicine. Wang He, you go. ”