He Jun's brain was confused.

He didn't know how he could say the words "I want revenge", he was obviously extremely scared of these inner disciples of Qingcheng Mountain, and he didn't even dare to speak loudly to them, no matter how they humiliated and bullied themselves, they were indifferent, why did they suddenly want revenge today?

Is it because he was expelled from Qingcheng Mountain, but he had no scruples and let himself go, or because he didn't want to lose Wang Qianchen's high branch, otherwise he would really be helpless, or ...... Does he really want revenge?

He didn't know what he was thinking, but he only knew that after he said these words, he felt relieved, and even more relaxed than ever, as if he should have done this a long time ago, he should have thought like this a long time ago, but he was just inspired by Wang Qianchen.

After that, he felt his blood boiling, and he couldn't wait to fight Wan Long and the others, even if he lost, even if it was a fiasco, he didn't regret it, because he was standing, not kneeling!

In the corridor, Wang Qianchen and Wei Zihua walked upstairs with the injured He Jun on their feet.

After he said "I want revenge", the two decided to continue to help him, and even the bricks said in their consciousness: "That's right, help a tough guy, I will be angry when I see the waste!" ”

"Thank you......" He Jun said softly.

"It's fine!" Wang Qianchen laughed.

"You just have to be just, and we'll carry the rest together!" Wei Zihua also smiled heartily.

Being held by these two people, He Jun felt very warm and down-to-earth in his heart, but he knew that if he wanted to truly win the recognition of these two people, he must be able to show the courage and courage to take charge of himself.

"Alright, I'll go by myself." Looking at the iron gate on the rooftop in front of him, as well as Wan Long, Zhang Quan and others following behind him, He Jun whispered.

"Okay?" Wang Qianchen was stunned for a moment and asked.

He knew that He Jun's injury was not light.

"Okay." He Jun smiled, took the initiative to withdraw his arm, and then walked to the door of the rooftop step by step.

Push open the door, and the harsh sunlight shines in.

He Jun walked in in the sun, his back was a little sloppy, but full of firmness.

Wang Qianchen and Wei Zihua glanced at each other and immediately followed.

Wan Long, Zhang Quan and other Qingcheng Mountain disciples also walked into the rooftop, and saw that on the rooftop, in the center, He Jun was standing there, carrying a sword in his hand.

He Jun was a disciple of Qingcheng Mountain, and of course he carried a sword with him, but it was the first time he pulled it out.

The sun shone on his bloody body, which looked neither mighty nor domineering, but there was a faint stubbornness.

Wang Qianchen and Wei Zihua walked quickly in front of him, and then stood on either side of him.

In this matter, He Jun is the absolute protagonist, and no one can steal his limelight.

"Zhang Quan, I'm going to fight you alone." When Wan Long and his party walked into the rooftop, He Jun raised his sword and pointed straight ahead, his tone sonorous.

The sun shone on his sword, and the blade was brilliant and dazzling.

"Bastard, who are you scaring about?" Zhang Quan didn't pay attention to him at all, and directly pulled out his sword and rushed forward.

Wang Qianchen and Wei Zihua immediately flashed to the side, they would definitely not interfere with He Jun's decision, and Wan Long and the others would not interfere, because they knew that Zhang Quan would win.

Zhang Quan is the earth realm, He Jun is the sand realm, there is no comparison.

The two quickly clashed, and the sound of "clanging" sounded, and He Jun fell behind from the beginning, and was forced to retreat step by step by Zhang Quan, and there were many more sword wounds on his body.

Zhang Quan could have killed He Jun in an instant, but he didn't do it, like a cat and mouse, teasing and playing to his heart's content.

Seeing this scene, Wang Qianchen and Wei Zihua both frowned slightly, but they still didn't mean to go up and meddle, because He Jun should have lost, and it didn't make much sense to intervene or not.

In the field, He Jun was still fighting with Zhang Quan.

"Let me stab him with a sword, and a stab with a sword will be fine......" He Jun muttered as he struggled to meet the battle, and his hands holding the sword glowed with some white light.

His voice was so low that he didn't even hear Zhang Quan, who was fighting with him, but Wang Qianchen heard it.

In the next second, He Jun, who had been forced to defend, suddenly stabbed out a sword.

Just a sword, just a sword.

The sword stabbed so fast and hard that Zhang Quan didn't react at all, and he felt a sudden incomparable pain in his abdomen.

Looking down, the sword had sunk into his lower abdomen.

"How...... How could it be ......" Zhang Quan covered his lower abdomen, cold sweat quickly flowed from his forehead, staggered back, and then sat down on the ground.

He was defeated.

Although He Jun suffered more injuries, they were not fatal, and he was only hit by a sword, but he couldn't stand up in an instant.

There was silence on the rooftop, and everyone was stupid.

"Damn, how did he stab this sword, it's not like his previous level!" Wei Zihua said dumbfounded.

Wang Qianchen didn't speak, his eyes flashed and looked at He Jun, as if he was conscious and understood something.

"I won!" He Jun, who was covered in blood, turned his head, and the injuries on his body were like meritorious deeds.

"Well, you won!" Wang Qianchen's eyebrows relaxed.