"Give it to him. ”

Zheng Yifan handed the elixir to an inner disciple.

In front of the monks of the various states in the main hall, the inner disciples threw the elixir into the cage.

"Quick, eat it, if you don't want to lose so ugly!"

The pill rolled to Zheng Yifan's feet, the elixir was not stained with dust, it was still so full of aura, and it looked extraordinary.

Everyone only thought that it was a good quality [Huiyuan Dan], and only Wang Hui himself knew that this was the talisman that Qingluo Supreme refined for the emperor in the early years.

Qingluo Supreme entered the Tao with Dan, and single-handedly won the heavens and created the world, and countless powerful monks were hard to find.

And this [Hui Yuan Pill] in the cage, in fact, is called [Jiu Miao Hui Dao Pill], which is refined from many holy medicines in the Great Emperor's Mansion, and has an extremely powerful healing effect and aura replenishment effect.

With the noble status of the emperor, there are only seven [Nine Miao Hui Dao Pills], this medicine is very rare, refined by the special technique of Qingluo Supreme, at first glance it looks very similar to the ordinary [Hui Yuan Dan].

"Ka Cha!"

Zheng Yifan stretched out his hand, and a spiritual aura came out of his body, and the chains that bound Wang Hui cracked, and Wang Hui, who had no support, fell to the ground softly.

Ning Yuan saw this scene and squinted his eyes slightly.

Obviously, Wang Hui has suffered a lot in the past few days.

If it weren't for the great trauma on his body, such a strong swordsman would never allow himself to collapse on the ground.

"Pick it up and eat it!"

The inner disciple scolded.

Wang Hui, who was crawling on the ground, raised his head, glanced at the inner disciple with an indifferent look, turned his head with difficulty, and licked the pill in front of him into his mouth.

From beginning to end, Wang Hui didn't look at Ning Yuan.

Because of shame.

The master treated him very well, never treated him as an outsider, and treated him as a brother since he was a child.

Not long ago, the master only asked him to investigate the whole subject in the name of the Tao, but he himself was troubled by a traitor.

This made the proud Wang Hui shameless to Ning Yuan.

[Jiu Miao Hui Dao Dan] melted in his mouth, and a warm current penetrated into his body along his throat, Wang Hui silently felt the aura in his body gradually recover, and the power of qi and blood gradually boiled.

"He's on his feet!"

Someone exclaimed, seeing Wang Hui, whose cloak was scattered and his face was filthy, got up from the ground.

He was silent, meditating with his eyes closed, seizing time to regain his aura.

"Now, who is willing to fight with the Zhongzhou Little Sword Saint!"

Zheng Yifan smiled, glanced at everyone, and said loudly: "Zhongzhou Little Sword Saint, has the posture of a quasi-saint, and half steps into the saint!

"According to the rules of the Xizhou Martial Arts Association, those who participate in the war do not care whether they live or die. ”

When everyone heard this, their hearts moved, and some people's eyes revealed a light of eagerness.

This is the little sword saint of Zhongzhou!

He is known as the leader of the younger generation of monks in Zhongzhou, and can even compete with the disciples of the three holy places in Zhongzhou.

At this moment, there is a rare opportunity, Wang Hui is obviously seriously injured, and it is impossible for a [Hui Yuan Dan] to completely repair his injuries and replenish his aura.

If you can take this opportunity to defeat the Little Sword Saint and gain fame, it will not be a good thing.

Zheng Yifan's words fell, and someone responded immediately.

"I have long admired the name of the Little Sword Saint of Zhongzhou, I am willing to fight!"

"I also want to try the sword of the little sword master. ”

"Hmph, this person dares to be called a sword saint, I want to see how powerful he is!"

Some monks stood up, while others remained silent and disdained to take advantage of others' danger.

Most of the people who fought were foreign monks, and they didn't care about any fair fights, and they all had the mentality of falling into the ground.

If you can take this opportunity to kill the Zhongzhou Little Sword Saint in the martial arts meeting, it can be regarded as making the luck of the Zhongzhou Terran a little less.

"Okay, since you have the guts, then give it a try!"

Zheng Yifan smiled and selected ten people with the highest cultivation among the many alien races.

Ning Yuan held his wine glass beside him, and his deep eyes glanced at it.

The strongest is only in the Feather Transformation Realm, and there are not even alien monks in the Supreme Realm.

Wang Hui had already broken through to the Supreme Realm a few years ago, and his sword intent was extremely powerful, and he was only one step away from entering the realm of a saint.

"Boom!"

The cage fell from all sides, but Wang Hui was still meditating and pranayama by himself, not opening his eyes, indifferent to everything around him.

"The martial arts meeting has begun, so please take it. ”

Zheng Yifan stepped back with a smile on his face and stood aside.

"Wang Hui, get up and fight!"

An alien monk from the Feather Transformation Realm shouted: "Don't meditate anymore, it's just a Hui Yuan Dan, and you won't be able to recover much aura." ”

"Hahahaha!"

When the other nine alien monks heard this, they all burst out laughing, and looked at Wang Hui in front of them with a playful look in their eyes.

He was so embarrassed that many Terran monks watching the battle couldn't help but turn their heads one after another, and couldn't bear to see Wang Hui's tragic death on the spot.

In the face of the provocation of the alien monks, Wang Hui still closed his eyes and breathed silently.

"He's stalling for time!"

An alien monk said coldly, "Don't give him a chance. ”

This is the Little Sword Master after all.

The fame of the little sword saint in Zhongzhou is too great.

Although the alien monks were disdainful on their faces, they were still very cautious in their hearts.

"I'll come first!"

The Feather Transformation Realm alien cultivator who spoke first stood up and looked at Wang Hui with ill intentions: "I am a disciple of the Hundred Beasts Village of Dongzhou, please give me advice." ”

"One step further. ”

"Die. ”

Wang Hui still didn't open his eyes, but his hoarse and cold voice was clearly heard by everyone.

"The dying man is still so angry!"

The disciple of the Hundred Beast Village sneered, and was about to raise his legs and move forward, he was about to walk into the cage: "I'll kill you now!"

He didn't finish speaking.

Sudden mutations.

"Buzz!"

The broken sword beside Wang Hui trembled slightly, trembling slightly.

Everyone only felt a flower in front of them, and in the next breath, the broken sword turned into a streamer and rushed forward.

"Huh!"

"Poof!"

A flash of spiritual light appeared, the sword intent suddenly bloomed, and the monks in the main hall only heard the sound of a sharp weapon entering the flesh.

The broken sword beside Wang Hui inexorably infiltrated the forehead of the disciple of the Hundred Beast Village.

Subsequently.

In front of everyone's eyes, the forehead of the disciple of the Hundred Beast Village oozed blood, and the whole person split in half from his forehead!

"Whoa~!"

The internal organs and blood full of aura flowed all over the ground in an instant, and the corpse of the disciple of the Hundred Beast Village was split!

The audience was amazed.

"Hey, is this the sword of the Little Sword Master!"

"That spirit sword is broken, why is it still so sharp!"

"Even a master of the Feather Transformation Realm can be killed with a sword, is he really seriously injured?"

"This sword intent is extremely powerful, and it does have a bit of the demeanor of the Qingli Empress!

The surrounding monks were stunned and watched in disbelief.

The Terran monks in Zhongzhou were extremely excited, and their eyes were full of enthusiastic worship when they looked at Wang Hui, this is our little sword saint in Zhongzhou!

Its sword is sharp and well-deserved!

Zheng Yifan frowned and stared at Wang Hui.

The previous sword seemed ordinary and had no spiritual light, but it gave people a throbbing feeling that went deep into the depths of the soul.

"You've regained your strength!"

Zheng Yifan spoke in a deep voice, he frowned, and his eyes fell on Wang Hui's body.

The pill just now is clearly a Huiyuan pill, Wang Hui can't recover his strength, could it be that he has been hiding his hole cards?

Zheng Yifan thought in his heart, and a bad premonition came to his mind.

"Have your injuries been healed?!"

Hearing Zheng Yifan's words, a trace of panic and uneasiness appeared in the eyes of the nine alien monks.

Wang Hui glanced at him, did not speak, seemed to be disdainful, got up and beckoned, and the broken sword floated back into his hand.

He stood up.

His filthy robe was draped over his tall body, his hair was scattered, and his eyes were full of coldness as he stared at the nine alien monks in front of him.

"My teacher ordered me to visit all the courses to discuss and learn from each other and increase my skills. ”

"But the whole family has ambitions, and they framed me with poison pills, and as my teacher said, people's hearts are ugly, and they are better than foreign races. ”

Still in a hoarse and cold voice, Wang Hui held the broken sword in his hand, and his eyes fell on the nine monks.

"Let's go together. ”

"If I kill you, I'll kill him again!"