Fang Wei ignored the wound on his arm and sneered:

"Throw in the towel? There is no word admit defeat in the dictionary of the master! ”

The leather-clad little brother's eyes froze, and he said coldly:

"Then you will die!"

In the sect, it is possible to kill the hand, because the doctors in the medical hall of the sect are still very good at rejuvenation, and they can generally be treated immediately and can be treated back. In addition, the referee will also order a stop when he is about to die, so the lethality rate is also extremely low.

However, it is not excluded that death will occur.

This is also done in order to exercise the disciple's blood. Also for fairness.

But Fang Wei didn't have a trace of fear at this time.

Under the injury for injury, he had been pierced through his left arm again by the dagger, but he also successfully broke through the opponent's spiritual power layer, and the spiritual power layer turned into layers of light between the crispness of the long knife, and disappeared in the void.

The other party secretly scolded hell, but saw that Fang Weiyi's smile revealed a hideous one.

When Bai Qian saw that smile, he seemed to see Fang Wei's tyrannical expression when he was provoked by himself in the bandit's den, and he slashed himself to death with a sword.

Bai Qian only knew that it was he who used that extreme method to stimulate Fang's only blood.

But I don't know how terrible this kind of Fang Wei is.

The assassin struck Fang Weiyi's long knife with a dagger again, and the crack in the long knife was even deeper, and everyone could see that it only took one blow for Fang Weiyi's knife to shatter.

The leather-clothed little brother was overjoyed when he saw this, and he could see the panic on Fang Wei's face.

The dagger followed the path of the dagger when it came, went up against the fluctuations of spiritual power, and directly stabbed Fang Weiyi's knife-wielding hand again.

Fang's only way now was to use his knife that was about to shatter to resist the dagger of the leather-clad brother.

But Fang Wei suddenly grinned, and before the little brother could react, Fang Wei directly let go of the long knife, allowing the dagger to slash upwards along the tiger's mouth, cutting a wound that went straight to the big arm.

And Fang Weiyi's hand directly spread out in the inner realm of the square inch, and under the blessing, he pinched the man's throat fiercely in the direction of the dagger.

The leather-clad little brother was clamped by Fang Wei's throat fiercely, and it seemed that as long as he moved again, he would be directly pinched and burst in his throat, and there was no cure.

The leather-clad brother seemed to want to say something, but when the words came to his mouth, they turned into silent silence.

Because he saw Fang Weiyi's wolf-like eyes.

It was a pair of eyes willing to exchange death for death, and in this battle where the weak defeated the strong, Fang Wei had put life and death aside.

At this time, Fang Wei's right hand, a deep wound from the tiger's mouth to his big arm, was constantly gushing blood. The blood hole pierced by the two daggers in his left hand was also bubbling with blood.

Fang Wei's angular face had turned pale due to excessive blood loss, but it was more like a powerful ghost crawling out of hell.

He pinched the throat of the leather-clad brother with his right hand, but he didn't tremble, and there was no trace of retreat in his eyes.

The leather-clad brother sighed secretly, and released the dagger in his hand with his right hand, indicating that he had admitted defeat.

This seemingly disparity in strength may have been clear from the beginning.

As the referee announced Fang Wei's victory, there was a round of applause from the audience, and the medical staff hurriedly came to the stage to treat the injured.

Obviously, Fang Wei's lifeless style of play, everyone watching it was also enthusiastic, and at the same time, it also won the respect of everyone present. At this time, no one looked down on Fang Wei because he was only a cultivation in the Fang Inch Realm.

Yi Dongfeng looked at the wounds all over his body at this time, and the blood was not stopping, Fang Wei couldn't help but shrink his head, and said stupidly:

"This knife is inserted into the arm, why doesn't it hurt?"

Bai Qian looked at all this, and also showed a satisfied expression, licked his lips and said:

"It doesn't hurt? Prick you to give it a try? I also took a fancy to Fang Weiyi's ruthlessness at the beginning, so I introduced him to the Qingyun Sect.

Yi Dongfeng, if you have the only ruthlessness, it is estimated that you will already be in the Leitai realm. You are the next Sect Master of the Qingyun Sect! ”

Yi Dongfeng said timidly at this time:

"One of the reasons I didn't want to practice was because I was afraid of pain. If my opponent is so desperate, I will be the first to admit defeat, don't laugh at me! ”

Bai Qian shook his head, with an unteachable expression.

He also knew that Yi Dongfeng was indeed a very good person, highly talented, emotional, and righteous. But it lacks the kind in cultivation, which is very spicy and decisive in putting life and death into nothing.

Even when he faced Thunder, he had to protect his own servants and had to die under the disparity in strength.

In a game like this with a way out, it's impossible for him to fight hard for it.

So Bai Qian sighed, Yi Dongfeng still needs to be tempered!

Yi Dongfeng seemed to see the dissatisfaction in Bai Gan's eyes, and shook his head:

"I'm like this, if you force me, I'll go back to Qingyun Village and continue to be a village bully, I'm still better obscene."

Bai Qian raised his eyebrows, obscenely developed? This Yi Dongfeng's words are really like the words used by the group of people in his previous life!

Immediately, the two of them stepped forward to greet Fang Weiyi, who had bandaged his wound from the competition table and was teleported back by the teleportation array.

Many female disciples with low cultivation saw Fang Weiyi, who was very spicy, and remembered his handsome demeanor on the field, and they all let out a scream of envy and love.

Bai Qian raised his eyebrows and smiled at Fang Weiyi:

"What, it's all shining, do you want to consider finding another girlfriend?"

Fang Wei's arms trembled unconsciously at this moment, and his whole body was even weaker and almost fell under the support of Bai Qian and Yi Dongfeng, but he still smiled bitterly:

"Bai Qian, don't be sarcastic about me, you also know that my ex-girlfriend died under the torture of bandits, and I can't get out."

Bai Qian sighed secretly, he actually said that he hoped that Fang Wei could get out of that emotion and welcome a new life as soon as possible.

Bai Qian and Yi Dongfeng hurriedly transferred their spiritual power to Fang Weiyi. In particular, Yi Dongfeng's purest heaven and earth spiritual power was simply an elixir for the seriously injured, which made Fang Wei's face recover a little in an instant.

Bai Qian directly released Bai Xiaolin, and he quietly changed Bai Xiaolin's appearance, looking like an ordinary ancestral desolate unicorn beast, but it was a little shorter.

In Qingyun Sect, there are not a few monks who bring their own pets, so Bai Qian's behavior is not too windy.

Bai Xiaolin also generously crossed his cloud mist to Fang Weiyi, and Fang Weiyi quickly recovered his injuries in the cloud of Bai Xiaolin's healing.

Bai Qian seemed to think of something, and suddenly called out his ability to resurrect people once, and this condition could heal others before using it.

Endless life force rippled out from Bai Qian's spiritual power.