Under the projection of one gaze after another, in the smoke, a figure pierced through the smoke and shot out like a cannonball, smashing several big trees along the way and falling to the ground in embarrassment. ◢ With * dream * small ◢.1a

When they saw this person's face clearly, many eyes finally became surprised, and their faces showed disbelief.

Because the defeated person was not the Chutian they expected, but Jila, who came to provoke and claimed to be the number one in the Silver Knife Gate in addition to the sword and the tracking technique.

Gila had countless tiny wounds on his right hand, and blood was pouring from them, but not only that, but the bones of his hands and even his arms were broken, and even though he was not weak, his brows were furrowed, and his mouth let out a terrible howl.

The smoke in the field gradually dissipated, revealing Chu Tian's figure, his right hand into a fist to maintain the posture of striking out, defeating Rusi's strong enemy, but there was no trace of triumph on his face, but as calm as before.

And this silence is rare at his age, giving him a sense of maturity that is contrary to his own age.

"How come?" The beautiful female student who was so good-looking that she had just been attracted to Jira disappeared from her beautiful eyes, and she couldn't help biting her red lip lightly, and she didn't notice the blood biting out of her lips.

Looking at Jira, who struggled to get up from the ground, looking at her opponent with fear, and then looking at Chu Tian, whose face was as calm as water, as if she had never done anything, she had a sense of absurdity that her three views had been subverted.

"How did you defeat this senior with just a scrap of firewood?" Is it true that the peak of the Huagang Realm defeated the Second Transformation Ning Dan in seconds?" she muttered to herself with a look of disbelief on her face.

Even at this time, Chu Tian was still a waste wood in her heart, just a waste wood with good strength.

But, no matter what, defeat is defeat, and the figure of the demon king of the mixed world that Jira had in her heart just now finally collapsed completely, like a god statue made of mud, shattered in an instant, and cracks spread wildly.

Senior Jila's devilish figure only appeared in her heart for a moment, and then it was quickly destroyed by Chu Tian's hands.

"It's impossible for a waste to defeat Jira in seconds, it must be an illusion. At this moment, a gust of wind rose, blowing Fan Ye's unkempt hair even more unkempt, and he didn't have time to pay attention to it, because he was in shock, his eyes were glazed, and his mouth couldn't help but open wide, and then grow.

Finally, it was an exaggeration to put a whole egg.

His strength is in the middle of the match with Jila, if Chu Tian can defeat Jila in seconds, wouldn't it mean that he can easily defeat him.

How is this possible, no matter how he and Jira say it, they can be regarded as elite members of the Silver Knife Gate, how can they not even compare to a mere freshman.

The other onlookers were also stunned and shocked.

Just when the audience was shocked, their thinking stagnated, and even the air flow seemed to slow down, Chu Tian's figure gradually disappeared in place, and when he reappeared, he had already appeared in front of Fan Ye, who was still in a sluggish state.

Fan Ye finally came back to his senses, Chu Tian looked at him lightly, the flames on the Xuanyuan armor rose, making a thunderous sound, the stars on the surface of his lower body surged, silver hair and silver eyes, and his face was as calm as water, as if there was nothing in the sky that could make him a little moved.

Immediately, Chu Tian raised his right hand and flexed his fingers into a fist, and the dark vitality covered it, and another Divine Wave Splitting Heaven Fist blasted in.

Black ripples suddenly appeared in the air, and they rolled towards Fan Ye frantically, and before the attack came, his skin had an uncomfortable feeling of being torn.

"Oops... It turned out not to be a dream. This thought quickly crossed from the bottom of Fan Zhi's heart, attacking the present, and before he could move his thoughts, he had to condense the vitality of his whole body on his right hand and wave his palm to fight.

Although he resisted in a hurry, his cultivation was placed there, the vitality condensed at the level of the second condensing pill, the space behind him fluctuated, and the offensive suddenly increased, and his arrogance increased greatly, colliding with the fist condensed by Chu Tian's black light.

The vitality collided, the earth collapsed, and in the earth-shattering collision sound, the smoke and dust filled again, obscuring everyone's sight.

When the smoke gradually cleared, the two figures in the field gradually became clear, both Chu Tian and Fan Ye maintained the posture of attacking just now.

Both were motionless.

Who wins and who loses?

One breath, two breaths...

After a while, Chu Tian's body shook slightly, slowly retracted his fists, and passed by Fan Ye, who maintained his original posture with an expressionless face.

When he walked over, Fan Ye couldn't hold on any longer, his body collapsed softly, kneeling on one knee, his head down, and coughing up blood uncontrollably.

On the ground beneath his feet, there was a sudden and crazy spread of crimson.

This time, the shock in the eyes of the onlookers weakened a lot.

In fact, Chu Tian's defeat of Jila in seconds just now was too dreamy, so that many people suspected that he was just lucky, or that Jila was too unlucky, but after defeating Jila in seconds, he easily defeated Fan Ye, who was also a second-turn Ning Dan cultivator, this would not be a coincidence.

Once may be a coincidence, twice will not be a coincidence, in this world, there are never so many coincidences.

It can only show that Chu Tian's actual combat power is so terrifying that even they find it incredible.

"How could he be so... Awesome?" said a freshman.

"It's just perverted. The person next to him said in admiration.

"God is so unfair, everyone is a freshman, why is he so good. "There are also people who have thoughts in their hearts, silently, without words looking up at the sky.

However, above heaven, there is no answer, perhaps, no one in this world can give him a satisfactory answer on this matter.

Chu Tian slowly walked towards Murray, he was as calm as water, as if his face that had not changed for thousands of years had finally disappeared, and was replaced by an expression that could not help but laugh.

As he got closer, he saw Murray sitting on the ground with his eyes slightly closed, his hands forming strange seals on his chest, not like the fist prints and palm prints in the ordinary realm, because there was no breath rising from his body, and no vitality surging into his hands with the seals.

"What are you doing?" Chu Tian came to Murray, stared at his gesture, and asked curiously.

Murray's body trembled, and when he opened his eyes, he saw that it was Chu Tian, and replied as a matter of course: "What are you still asking me for... I was praying for you. ”

When answering, he still maintained a slumped posture, his hands were motionless, as steady as a Buddha, just tilted his face slightly, looking at Chu Tian, but his tone was even more confused, as if Chu Tian's question was too simple, and he was asking knowingly.

"Pray?" Chu Tian suddenly understood something, the smile on his face became more and more intense, and he continued to ask, "Is your current handprint for prayer?" ”

"Oh, that's what you say. The people of my hometown make this gesture when they pray, and whenever their family members go far away and relatives and friends leave, they will do this, praying to God to bless them with peace and good luck. I am making this gesture now, of course, praying to God that you will not be hurt by those two perverts. ”

Murray was very patient, and explained to Chu Tian as if he were earnest.

Chu Tian listened and nodded again and again, it turned out that this mudra meant this, but he understood that this custom of the other party's hometown was quite interesting in his opinion.

He had already remembered that gesture just now, and even if he was here, he could sometimes pray for his father in his hometown, pray for other clansmen, and of course pray for his mother who had met by chance trapped in the Spirit Demon Clan.

Hopefully, this prayer will work.

"How could you... Good here?" Murray suddenly showed a look of surprise and looked at Chu Tian with an incredible gaze.

As early as when Chutian and Jira were fighting against each other, and the smoke and dust filled the field, he closed his eyes and silently prayed for Chutian.

He closed his eyes, but he couldn't bear to see that Chu Tian, a young man who acted bravely but did not measure his own strength, was injured by the other party's hands.

Maintaining this posture until now, when Chu Tian asked, he didn't open his eyes, and he didn't know what was going on.

Yes, I asked.

But Chu Tian didn't understand, his face showed displeasure, and black lines appeared on his head.

What kind of problem is this?

Does the other party really want him to have an accident?

"What about them?" asked Murray again.

"Of course I've cleaned it up. Chu Tian replied angrily.

Murray's face changed drastically, he jumped up from the ground as if he had been burned by fire, crossed Chu Tian, and cast his gaze far away, only to see Jira looking behind him, with a look of fear in his eyes, and the bone of his right arm was completely shattered.

And Fan Yewuzi maintained a kneeling posture on one knee, bowing his head slightly, and the ground below was already stained red by the blood coughed up.

These two people, in Murray's eyes, are both old students of the Silver Knife Sect with strong strength and perverted personalities, and their strength is far above him, but they lost to Chu Tian, a freshman who only has the peak cultivation of the Huagang Realm.

How perverted you have to be to do this.

As a result, he fell into a stupor for a moment, and his upright body froze in place, like a clay carved wood sculpture.

Just as he was sluggish, a fair-skinned hand abruptly rested on his shoulder.

Murray was frightened one after another, unable to suppress the fear in his heart, and screamed loudly at a decibel level that did not belong to men.