One last move, one move to win.

Ye Ran's words made everyone in the audience hold their breath, and they all wanted to know what other moves this amazing young man had to press the bottom of the box.

Zhao Ziyang didn't dare to be careless, his hands folded to protect his body, and his strength wrapped his whole body, but he regretted it in his heart as soon as he made the action of blocking.

No, Ye Ran's strength is too different from himself, just now the physical technique is just a kung fu to induce qi, what he is most afraid of is attacking each other

"Z",

It was too late for him to react, Ye Ran's feet rubbed against the ground and made a mocking sound, and his body swooped down low, not in a straight line, but in a narrow arc.

The airflow also followed, not a frontal impact, and under Ye Ran's traction, all the airflow flowed to the left side of Zhao Ziyang's body.

He watched Ye Ran coming, and hurriedly changed his attack, but compared to Ye Ran, his speed was not fast enough, coupled with the delay of the change of move, the burning energy outside his body could not be completely turned Ye Ran had already carried a huge air flow and slashed towards his neck.

"Peng",

Zhao Ziyang hurriedly resisted Ye Ran's palm knife with his wrist, and when the two were handed over, there was a dull sound, Zhao Ziyang's body staggered, his wrist seemed to be a broken version of the pain, and the energy in his body was pressed back into his body under the impact of that air current.

Ye Ran was not having a good time, his body seemed to be about to explode, but seeing that Zhao Ziyang hastily changed his move to block this "wind sweep", he gritted his teeth to prevent the air flow from dissipating, and swept out with a fierce palm, this palm did not touch Zhao Ziyang's body, but it was far more serious than touching, the air flow roared down Ye Ran's palm, and Zhao Ziyang was involuntarily taken out by the air flow before he could react.

His body flew high in the sky, and the people in the audience quickly became smaller in his eyes, and he saw Ye Ran in the center of the martial arts platform with one hand to guide the little remaining airflow in front of him, and hit it with a palm in the air, he heard the sound of "Peng", and his body, which was like a kite with a broken string, went faster and faster.

In the end, a dull sound came from behind, and the pain of hitting the floor spread all over his body, and when he saw that he was already far away from his own martial arts platform, he didn't snort and stood up and looked at Ye Ran on the stage.

Unwilling, surprised, sad, all kinds of emotions surging in my heart.

This game is not a nest, but a little aggrieved, the martial arts of the Sixth Heaven Temple are called double unique, and he still has a lot of unique knowledge that has not been revealed.

Looking back, I found that the rhythm of this game was completely in Ye Ran's hands, and he attacked very few times.

But a loss is a loss, and you have to accept the result no matter what.

"Your physical skills are superb, I Zhao Ziyang admire", after looking at him for a long time, Zhao Ziyang spit out this sentence, and then turned around and walked out of the temple.

"Win",

"Ye Ran won",

The audience suddenly exploded, and the students exchanged words and discussions.

It wasn't the most exciting game they'd ever seen, but it was definitely the first time that a civilian had defeated a famous master in the temple, and Ye Ran's win brought them an incredible shock, there was really someone who could make up for the gap between their qi with pure physical skills.

"The second style of the Flying Bird Stream's Wind Sweep, this is a joint move that throws the opponent high in the air for physical combos, and the damage it causes to the enemy is limited, but it has become a surprising winning move for this kid, and his combat wisdom is not low."

Lu Yanhe said.

Sises smiled: "And the last palm in the air flows together, it's just a stroke of genius",

"Well, that's a pity," he sighed.

Ye Ran on the martial arts platform wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and smiled knowingly, although the injury was not light, it was worth it.

The result was announced within fifteen minutes, and he coughed twice and dragged his heavy body down the ringing platform, behind which Cices cleared his throat and a surprising voice came.

"It was Ye Ran who won this game, but unfortunately, it was Zhao Ziyang from the Sixth Heaven Temple that we decided to admit."

The smile on Ye Ran's face suddenly froze, and his whole body seemed to tremble.

The audience gradually became silent.

Some people had surprised expressions on their faces, but many more sighed in their hearts.

They all saw Ye Ran's perseverance, the determination when he bit his wrist, and the iron-blooded strength when he stood in the flames, but he was kept in the dark about the inside story of this martial arts exam.

Ye Ran slowly turned to look at Sissi, his clenched hands trembled slightly, and his face turned pale.

"Why?",

His voice was low and hoarse, and anyone could hear the grief and anger he had forcibly suppressed.

Sises waved his hand: "Unfortunately, this is our decision",

"Why?",

He asked again, his voice gloomy and terrifying.

But Cices still only shrugged his shoulders: "I'm sorry, but this result is irrevocable",

The blood that had just been pressed back flowed out of his mouth again, and he hurriedly reached out to wipe it off, but the blood then flowed out again, and he couldn't seem to wipe it clean.

All the joy disappeared without a trace, so many years of hard work seemed to have become a joke, and when he looked at the silent crowd in the audience, he seemed to understand something, he could not care about winning or losing, and even if he really failed in this exam, he could accept it, but, it was so unclear, what was it to directly reject it without even an explanation?

His eyes were slightly red, Ye Ran held back the tears that were about to be shed, and glanced at the three of Sises with hatred: "Isn't it the martial arts examination? Isn't it the Red Leaf Academy?

Turning around, one blood mark stepped one step at a time, and walked down the martial arts platform, his back was desolate.

Michelle's figure moved to his side, trying to hold him up.

"Go away", Ye Ran slapped her hand away coldly, she was stunned for a moment, watching him walk out of the venue step by step, with a long trail of blood behind him.

There was not a single sound in the room, and the list for the next match was not announced.

Michelle thought about it, gritted her silver teeth and chased the back out of the venue.

Ye Ran walked out of the venue with messy steps, the sky was already gray, and there was a drizzle in the sky, he staggered out of the Red Leaf Academy with his head down, and the blood flowed down the rain on the ground and turned into blood, and the students who passed by were all surprised, but they just quietly glanced at it and walked away quickly.

When he walked to the gate of Red Leaf Academy, the rain was a little heavier, Ye Ran was cold, his monstrous anger could no longer be suppressed, he raised his head and pointed to the sky and roared: "**, don't go down again",

This roar was like thunder on the ground, and several pedestrians fell to the side of the road with the soles of their feet weak and frightened.

When he looked at Ye Ran again, he seemed to be looking at a madman.

And the rain was still falling, not stopping.

An umbrella appeared above his head to shield him from the bleak wind and rain, and a soft voice came from behind.

"Fool, isn't it raining?

The girl with the embroidered bag on her back gently held his hand, and he turned his head and shoulders trembled slightly.

Behind them, in the rain, Michelle watched them go away step by step.