Rumble!

In the violent explosion, hundreds of purple heavenly thunderbolts condensed into a thick pillar of brilliant light, slamming into Ye Song's crumbling body.

At this moment, the latter's body is already close to the limit.

This final blow fell on his body like the last straw that broke the camel's back.

"Poof......

Ye Song's whole person was blown into the air, and immediately spit out a mouthful of red blood in his mouth, and finally fell to the ground with a snap, and rolled dozens of times before stopping.

After that, he was never able to stand up again.

The monks who were standing outside the stage and watching were in an uproar when they saw this scene.

It was only at this time that they were finally able to determine who would win and who would lose between the two.

Most of them began to lament.

"Senior Brother Ye is defeated......"

"It's over...... My spirit stone......"

"I knew that Senior Brother Lei won the ......"

These monks were all the ones who won the victory by pressing Ye Song, and when they saw this result, their mood was naturally extremely low.

On the other hand, the other few people laughed out loud, and the corners of their mouths grinned behind their ears.

"Haha, wealth and danger are sought, the ancients did not deceive me, and I am going to get rich today......"

This group of monks is naturally the same as Jiang Fan, the people who won the victory of Lei Xinghe.

The joys and sorrows of human beings are not connected, and for a while, two completely different voices appeared at the scene at the same time.

At this time, Han Yun was standing outside the crowd, and his whole person was already stupid.

He felt his brain start to buzz, and his eyes blackened again and again.

His eyes were numb, his lips trembled, and he repeated the phrase over and over again:

"Ye Song is defeated...... Ye Song was defeated...... Ye Song was defeated......"

Ye Song, he actually ...... Defeated......"

Han Yun thought of the 10,000 spirit stones that were about to leave him, and finally couldn't resist the dizziness in his mind anymore, and a mouthful of blood was left behind the corners of his mouth, and he immediately fell backwards.

The moment his consciousness was about to fall into darkness, it was as if he heard someone shouting his name.

"Look over there, Senior Brother Han has fainted!"

……

On the stage, Lei Xinghe looked at Ye Song's body lying on the ground, and there was a slight doubt in his eyes.

In the moment before the purple heavenly thunder pillar exploded, he seemed to see an extremely secret blood-red light film appear on the other party's body.

However, when I looked closely, there was nothing.

Is it a delusion?

The nine-foot-tall man thought for a moment before he put this question behind him.

In any case, the result of this competition has been divided.

Thinking of this, he turned to bow respectfully to a magnificent flying boat floating in the sky above him, and bowed respectfully.

Then he summoned the flying boat, jumped onto the deck, and floated away.

As for Ye Song lying on the ground, he didn't pay any attention to it.

After all, this is just a competition between the same door, and the two have no hatred, just divide the winner and loser.

If it was a real life-and-death fight, he would definitely have to go up and mend the knife.

After Lei Xinghe left, there was movement in the flying boat he had been heading towards Shi Li.

In the flying boat building, the one riding is naturally the teacher of Lei Xinghe, the Songhe Daoist in the early stage of the Jindan Realm.

He has a childish face, is in good spirits, wearing a gray robe, the whole person looks fairy, and his vicissitudes of life are full of smiles.

This is obviously the performance of his own disciples, and he is very satisfied.

Daoist Songhe slowly spoke, and said to the owner of the other flying boat:

"Red Devil, although your strength is slightly stronger than that of the old man, your ability to educate your disciples is far inferior to that of the old man......"

When the Red Demon True Entity heard the transmission of the Commander of Songhe, he snorted coldly and did not make any answer.

Daoist Songhe didn't care, he laughed, controlled his flying boat, and went leisurely.

After he left, the Red Demon True Person's eyes looked through the window at the disciple who was still on the ground, and his eyes suddenly softened.

Then, with a wave of his sleeve, he used great mana to detain Ye Song into his flying boat.

Looking at Ye Song, who was ragged and covered with black scorch marks from the purple thunder, the Red Demon True Man sighed lightly.

"Stop pretending, get up."

Hearing this, Ye Song's eyelids moved, glanced at the surrounding environment, and then got up and sat cross-legged on the ground.

It must have been a physical injury, his face was grinning, and his mouth was hissing and inhaling in pain.

Seeing his expression, the Red Demon shook his head.

After Ye Song recuperated himself a little, he asked:

"Is there anything to be gained in this battle?"

Ye Song nodded and replied respectfully:

"Teacher, this monk who has awakened the Pure Thunder Attribute Spirit Root is indeed terrifying."

"If it weren't for the secret method granted by the teacher, I'm afraid that the disciple would really be seriously injured by him today."

The Red Demon True Man snorted lightly when he heard Ye Song's reply.

"It's good that you know it yourself, because in today's competition, you took the initiative to lose, so the teacher didn't say anything about you."

"But remember, if you meet each other again in the future, you have to get back the face you lost this time."

Hearing this, Ye Song bowed his head and bowed his hand, and replied respectfully:

"The disciple remembered the teacher's instructions."

Seeing Ye Song's sincere attitude, the Red Demon True Man nodded with satisfaction and said:

"In that case, if you have nothing else to do, come out of here with me."

Ye Song naturally has no reason not to allow it.

With the wave of the Red Demon Real Person's sleeves, this flying boat also floated away.

On the martial arts arena below, it was very lively at this time.

Although the two protagonists left, it did not affect the atmosphere of the scene at all.

A large group of monks split into two piles.

One of the groups gathered around the market booth where they had bet before.

These are basically the monks who won the victory in the previous Thunder Star River, and now they can't wait to collect their rewards.

The sharp-beaked monkey-cheeked stall owner was surrounded in the middle, with a tearless expression on his face, and shouted loudly:

"Everyone, slow down, don't be in a hurry, don't squeeze, I haven't had time to come over yet, don't block me first...... Eh, who pulled my pants ......"

As for the monks on the other side, they all revolved around Han Yun who had fainted.

It is not a trivial matter that the dignified senior brother of Lingxin Valley fainted on the martial arts arena.

It is very common sense to be able to attract onlookers.

At this moment, the people surrounding Han Yun are basically his little fan sisters.

The nuns looked at their handsome faces, whose faces were pale and blood spilling from the corners of their mouths, and their eyes showed worry.

They are in a hurry, pinching people in the pinching of people, crossing spiritual power, and there are even those that seem to heal, but are actually secretly touching on their bodies.

Of course, all of this was not perceptible to Han Yun in a coma.

After lying on the ground for a long time, he finally woke up.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw a large group of disciples looking at him like monkeys, and their eyes showed surprise and curiosity.

Seeing these gazes, Han Yun was first shocked in his heart, and then a burst of sadness swelled up.

It's over, the image that I have worked hard for decades to create with great difficulty...... Poured......

From then on, when the disciples of the Spirit Heart Valley thought of themselves, the image that appeared in their minds was no longer just the white-clothed monk who was always gentle and graceful.

In their hearts, at the same time, a figure with a pale face, blood spilling from the corners of his mouth, and a figure lying on the ground in embarrassment.

As soon as he thought of this, Han Yun's eyes were dark again, and he fainted again.