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Jiang Cheng let out a long breath, and after a period of pranayama, he transformed the sun vitality into true qi, and his strength was restored to its peak. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoDuring this time, there were no warriors who came to challenge. During this period, he saw the middle-aged Confucian who was good at secret weapons, watched under the ring for a long time, and finally left. Obviously, he lacked the confidence to defeat Jiang Cheng and did not dare to come to power.

The middle-aged Confucian warrior tossed and turned, suddenly jumped into a ring, and easily defeated a martial artist with a sixfold martial arts.

Seeing this, Jiang Cheng was very pleased. The middle-aged Confucian man has a treacherous body and endless hidden weapons, for him, he is more of a threat than He Chong, and now that he retreats without a fight, Jiang Cheng is one less threat.

He looked at the other nine rings, all of which were martial artists competing, and the real anger was explosive, and the aura was majestic.

Hou Fenghan was fighting with that martial arts eightfold martial artist at the moment, his strength was very strong, and he had always had the upper hand. Moreover, Jiang Cheng could see that Hou Fenghan did not do his best, he had spare strength in his moves, and he seemed to be at ease.

Suddenly, a white light flashed in Jiang Cheng's sight, and the white-haired young man who had been sitting in the martial arts arena moved, and in three or two steps, he crossed a distance of dozens of zhang and rushed to the ring where the middle-aged Confucian was located.

When the middle-aged Confucian saw the white-haired young man, his expression was solemn, and he couldn't help but hold the folding fan tightly, his eyes locked on the white-haired young man, and he didn't dare to be careless. In his eyes, the white-haired boy's aura was seven points less fierce and fierce than Zhijiang City, but it was extremely profound. He intuitively felt that the white-haired boy's strength might be superior to Jiang Cheng's.

"Ao Zhong!" The white-haired young man spit out two words, and then his body was raging, and the whole person seemed to melt into the wind, fluttering with the breeze, his pace was irregular, ethereal, and in the blink of an eye, he bullied into front of the blue-robed middle-aged Confucian man. He raised his palm lightly, and five chilling true qi suddenly erupted between his palms and fingers.

These true qi were in the shape of a dragon, like a true dragon wandering through the void, with a domineering breath, shooting towards the middle-aged Confucian scholar.

The middle-aged Confucian was shocked, Ao Zhong's figure was really weird, he couldn't even see the trajectory of Ao Zhong's movement clearly, Ao Zhong's attack arrived. He didn't have time to use the hidden weapon, and the true qi gushed out like a spring, as if a huge net was opened, trying to wipe out the five true dragons.

Bang bang!

The real dragon blasted into the giant net, five explosions came one after another, the majestic true qi swept into the air, and a terrifying force emanated from the aftermath, and the power erupted layer by layer like ripples, and the dragon roared, and in an instant, the giant net was torn apart and fell on the body of the middle-aged Confucian scholar.

Boom!

This majestic true qi erupted, and it immediately blasted the middle-aged Confucian into the air, and a puddle of blood was sprinkled in the air.

"Poof!" The middle-aged Confucian man turned over and looked at Ao Zhong with a frightened expression.

Although Ao Zhong only has six martial arts on the surface, his true strength is extremely terrifying, and he can break through his true qi blockade with a random blow and seriously injure himself.

In the audience, many warriors exclaimed, exclaiming "demon".

Jiang Cheng's eyes flickered, and he was extremely stressed.

Wu Yuantong and Yan Qingyun were also shocked, Yan Qingyun showed a smile in his eyes, and looked at Wu Yuandao: "This person is good, I want him to be the guard of the main hall, Lord Wu has no opinion, right?"

His Royal Highness commanded, and the villain naturally complied. Wu Yuantong bowed and smiled calmly. It's just that he couldn't stop smiling bitterly in his heart, Ao Zhong's potential is more terrifying than Hou Fenghan and Jiang Cheng, and over time, he will definitely be able to practice mana and cultivate into the Purple Mansion. However, even though he was extremely reluctant in his heart, Yan Qingyun, as the second prince, had already ordered the Martial King to come to Wuyang City this time, so why didn't they know his intention?

Therefore, I had to endure the pain of cutting my love.

In the ring, Ao Zhong's face was expressionless, his white hair was windless, and his breath was deep, not at all like the cultivation of the martial arts. The middle-aged Confucian coughed up a mouthful of blood, his gaze changed for a while, and finally sighed slowly, took the initiative to admit defeat, and jumped out of the ring.

He is cautious and naturally does not want to continue to conflict with him.

Time passed slowly, and at this moment, there was a bang in the ring where Hou Fenghan was, and Hou Fenghan's iron rod was like a dragon, and a stick and pestle hit the chest of the martial arts eightfold martial artist, and his chest was hit by a huge force, and he suddenly sank down and fell to the ground.

Hou Fenghan's eyes were cold, but he didn't stop it, the iron rod was like a dragon, and the strong wind hunted and fell towards his chest.

The big man was horrified and wanted to move, but the qi in his whole body was locked by Hou Fenghan's killing machine, and there was very little true qi in his body, how could he block Hou Fenghan's killing blow?

Jiang Cheng's eyes changed slightly, that strong man with eight martial arts had no strength left, why did Hou Fenghan want to kill him?

Suddenly, he looked at the white-haired young man Ao Zhong, thought about it carefully, and immediately understood.

The reason why Hou Fenghan made a death attack was probably because he saw the amazing strength of the white-haired young man, and knew that he had no hope of defeating, so he wanted to kill this martial artist of the eightfold martial arts. As long as he dies, the position of deputy commander will inevitably fall on Jiang Cheng's head.

Thinking of this, a warm current surged through Jiang Cheng's heart.

However, Wu Yuantong on the high platform saw this scene and his face was cold. He, Qin Yushan, and Mo Yangshi, the two cultivators of the Purple Mansion Realm, had been watching the battle between Ao Zhong, Hou Fenghan and Jiang Cheng, and at this moment, seeing that Hou Fenghan was about to kill him, he immediately drummed up his mana.

Wu Yuantong's mind moved slightly, and suddenly a terrifying mana surged out, like a long rainbow, and lightning flashed.

Sonorous!

That mana slashed out, and immediately knocked the iron rod away, and then the divine light in the void surged, and Wu Yuantong landed on the ring, looking at Hou Fenghan's eyes slightly cold.

A martial artist of the Martial Arts Eightfold, any one of them is an elite. If Hou Fenghan is allowed to kill the strong man, the loss of the Wuwang Mansion is not small.

Seeing Wu Yuantong coming, the strong man breathed a sigh of relief, sweated profusely, and collapsed.

"Thinking that you are a first-time offender, I will spare you for the time being. If there is a next time, I will not tolerate it!" Wu Yuantong said coldly, and the mana merged into the sound, and immediately exploded in Hou Fenghan's ears like thunder, and the thunder sound overlapped, and the void vibrate, shocking Hou Fenghan's spirit.

However, Hou Fenghan's body shook slightly, and he immediately calmed down.

"Thank you for your forgiveness!" Hou Feng said coldly.

Wu Yuantong was slightly surprised, Hou Fenghan was able to regain his composure so quickly, which was really beyond his expectations. As soon as he drank it, he used his mana, even if a martial artist in the tenth dragon elephant realm of the martial arts was impacted by this mana, he would have to be confused and would take a long time to come back to his senses. At this moment, Hou Fenghan instantly sobered up, which made Wu Yuantong can't help but look up to him by two points.

Wu Yuantong looked at the strong man, frowned slightly, and said lightly: "The selection of commanders is not over yet, you still have the opportunity to compete for the deputy commander, go down to rest and rest, and continue to participate in the war." ”

"Master Xie!" After the strong man saluted, he immediately stepped down and closed his eyes to breathe.