Zhou Yumeng stood in a daze, this was the first time that a boy scolded herself so fiercely, she didn't know how to refute the scolding, and scolded her heart, somehow a strange feeling slowly rose in the girl's heart.

With Ma Zhufan's coma, the crimson flames in the ring slowly dissipated, and everyone saw the situation in the ring, Ma Zhufan fainted to the ground, Zhou Yumeng stood a little stunned, with a sweet smile on the corner of his mouth, and everyone saw it in the clouds.

Elder Li Tianqi hurriedly went to Ma Zhufan's side to check his injuries, and then shook his head and said regretfully: "Being eaten by the crimson flames and burning the tendons and internal organs, even if it is cured, I am afraid that it will be difficult to cultivate in the future." ”

Zhou Yumeng shook his head a little confidently after hearing this, and said softly: "Impossible, how can he be difficult to cultivate?"

After hearing this, King Wu sighed regretfully: "I thought it would be a rising star in my Wuyu Country, but who knew that he died halfway, it's a pity." ”

Storm Rumble laughed even more proudly, Wu Tiankui lowered his head in frustration, Chu Xixi clenched his fists, and silently swore in his heart: "No matter what becomes of my little brother, he will always be my little brother." ”

The audience around the entire ring felt a little sorry for this humble but always miracle boy, his spirit of not admitting defeat and his happy personality deeply impressed every audience present.

At noon, the sun hung high in the air, the gusts of sea breeze blew in people's hearts with a slight coolness, the ancestor of the Wuchen faction, Ziqing, a secret woman, her rosewood statue still stood in the ring unchanged, at this moment, the Wuchen faction suddenly appeared in various parts of the strange fragrance of flowers, refreshing people's hearts, making people unconsciously indulge in it.

Zilan, the head of the Wuchen faction, suddenly remembered a long-standing legend of the sect, she hurriedly stood up, and ran to the statue of Ziqing, the ancestor of the Wuchen faction, in surprise.

But see, the three-foot-tall rosewood statue actually bloomed with colorful flowers, like a miracle, and what was even more surprising was that the statue suddenly flew up in the air, turned around, and the statue's deep eyes stared at Ma Zhufan who fainted in the ring, and then stretched out the carved and vivid arm.

With all these movements of the statue, the bluffed Zilan hurriedly knelt on the ground, and then the entire Wuchen Sect disciples knelt on the ground and said in unison: "Welcome to Ancestor Ziqing." The statue was unmoved, and a little bit of crystal green light appeared in his palms, and the green light was like life, all of which were injected into Ma Zhufan, who was unconscious in the ring, and after doing all this, the statue returned to its original state, and the strange fragrance of flowers disappeared into the air.

Many disciples of the Wuchen faction saw the ancestor of the sect manifest the spirit, it was actually for a nobody of the Wudi faction, some disciples were envious, and some disciples were jealous, Zilan's calm face could not see the expression, three hundred years ago, the Wuchen faction was killed by foreign enemies, and it was at the time of life and death, the ancestors of the Wuchen faction appeared and directly killed foreign enemies in seconds, three hundred years have passed, and the ancestors of the sect have not appeared in the spirit.

After Li Tianqi watched the green light point enter Ma Zhufan's body, he hurriedly checked his injuries and found that his burned tendons and internal organs were all intact, and even the true qi of the dantian had changed from the size of an egg to the size of a fist, and now he couldn't wake up because of weakness.

Li Tianqi couldn't help but sigh: "It's really a miracle!" After Li Tianqi finished speaking, Zilan and King Wu couldn't help but come to check on Ma Zhufan's injuries.

Li Tianqi felt that it was not good to let Ma Zhufan lie on the ground like this, so he hurriedly preached: "In the first inner door competition of the fourth round, Wuchen sent Zhou Yumeng to Wudi to send Ma Zhufan, and Zhou Yumeng won. After the announcement, Long Batian and the others hurriedly carried Ma Zhufan, who was unconscious, back to the bedroom.

Li Tianqi turned his head to look at Zhou Yumeng, who was still in a daze, and said, "Yumeng's next competition, are you ready?"

Zhou Yumeng said a little absent-mindedly: "No, I don't have any real anger, I admit defeat, Senior Brother Zifeng wins." ”

After Li Tianqi heard this, he nodded as a matter of course, and preached: "The ten-year Wuyu Country's four-door competition is now officially over, the first place is Zifeng of the Wuchen faction, the second place is Zhou Yumeng of the Wuchen faction, the third place is Ma Zhufan of the Wudi faction, the fourth place is You Yun of the Wuxing faction, and the fifth place is the late Wutian faction Storm, and His Royal Highness the King of Wutian is now invited to issue a reward." ”

King Wu cleared his throat and said, "The first and second are both obtained by the Wuchen faction, so the Wuchen faction has two spirit mines, the third is the Wudi faction, so the Wudi faction has a high-quality spirit mine, the fourth is the Wuxing faction, which has a good spirit mine, and the fourth is the Wutian faction that has an inferior spirit mine. ”

King Wu glanced at the head of the Wutian Sect with a gloomy face from the corner of his eyes, and said without being salty or light: "This is the result of the competition, every ten years, my Wuyu Country will reshuffle and distribute the ownership of the spirit mine, one is to stimulate the fighting spirit of each sect, and the other is to survive the fittest, if anyone dares to disagree with this result, my Wuyu Country will use all its strength to eliminate this person." ”

When Wu Tiankui heard this result, his eyes were already full of tears, he looked up at the sky, and said softly: "It's been a hundred years, it's been a hundred years, my Wuyu Country has always been at the bottom, now it's okay, with a good spiritual mine, within ten years, my Wuyu Country will undergo earth-shaking changes, Tianyu, are you watching from the sky? This is all the credit of your junior brother Ma, he is the great benefactor of our Wudi faction." ”

King Wu continued: "The first place Zi Feng can get twenty low-level ancient beast inner pills, one spirit essence, and one mid-level intermediate martial art; the second place Zhou Yumeng can get twenty low-level ancient beast inner pills, fifty spirit stones, and one middle-level low-level martial art; and the third place, Ma Zhufan, can get ten low-level ancient beast inner pills, twenty spirit stones, and one low-level high-grade martial art. ”

After King Wu finished speaking, the pot exploded around the ring, and everyone was discussing, but when they saw a gorgeously dressed man, they said: "Since the Wudi faction can turn over the salted fish, it is really unexpected, thanks to this year's dark horse Ma Zhufan." ”

Another young woman wearing an orange Luo shirt said: "Ma Zhufan offended the entire Wutian faction to death this time, the Wutian faction not only lost a good mine, but even the son of the head was killed by him, and now Ma Zhufan has no door and no faction, and after leaving the Wuchen faction, he is afraid that his life will be lost." ”

A disciple of the Wuchen Sect interjected: "The most terrifying thing is that this Ma Zhufan has actually learned high-level martial arts, which few people in the entire Wuyu Country can learn, and his iron sword is made of materials that are at least 10,000 years old, and it has produced spirituality. ”

Some disciples added: "It's not all, why did the ancestor of the Wuchen Sect just manifest his spirit for him, the cultivation of a Qili Tianjing Acupoint actually defeated the violent shock of the Qili Yang Chi Acupoint, and the internal strength and mental method he cultivated must also be superior." ”

"According to what you say, this Ma Zhufan is full of treasures, and he doesn't have a little background, isn't that just a little lamb to be slaughtered? A disciple couldn't help but say, talking about Ma Zhufan like this.