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You Yuanzheng desperately suppressed himself, and didn't say anything about it to anyone, just in the past two days, when he cast the Spirit Purple Seven Transformations together, the wood around him would be crushed. Gradually, he realized that this was a sign of comprehending martial intent.

You Yuanzheng was very puzzled, I am just a martial arts five heavens, why did I comprehend the martial intent, why did such a strange situation occur?

You Yuanzheng could still feel the martial intent of the boiling blood, as if it was constantly awakening the potential killing intent in his heart.

"Dang!"

The crisp sound of the big knife sounded, startling You Yuanzheng and waking up from his memory. When he looked up, he saw that his opponent was already very impatient, and he looked disdainful, as if he wanted to swallow himself immediately.

You Yuanzheng knew that he was rude, and hurriedly saluted: "Under You Yuanzheng, please advise." ”

The strong man sneered: "Don't dare, don't dare, Brother Yuan Zheng is the famous Jin Wuwei, my Wei Yang is just a wandering sesame Jin Wuwei, how can I compare to you, in the face of the opponent on the stage, not only can I not change my look, but also can be in a daze, my Wei Yang is not as good as you." ”

You Yuanzheng knew that the strong man was mocking him, so he looked around the audience with some embarrassment and said, "Brother Wei has won the award, it's really wrong to be in a daze just now." However, Brother Wei should not show mercy to his subordinates. ”

"It is worthy of the famous Jin Wuwei, and his speaking demeanor is different from ordinary people. In that case, then I won't keep my hand. Wei Yang sneered.

With a sneer, Wei Yang's hand was slightly raised, and with a "dang" sound, the big knife in his hand was sacrificed.

You Yuanzheng swallowed his saliva secretly, he was never afraid of fighting, but he had a habit of imagining his countless defeats before every battle.

Will it fail this time too?

You Yuanzheng laughed at himself, even if he failed, he still didn't want to put down the spear in his hand.

It's obsession.

You Yuanzheng didn't feel a little hot on his face, but finally clenched the spear in his hand.

At this time, the big knife had reached You Yuan's front, Wei Yang shouted, the blade flashed, and a fire was born, and the fire ball came out of the sword, and with a "bang", it burned to You Yuanzheng's body.

The eyes of all the people in the field fell on You Yuanzheng, and they were silent for a while.

"What is he doing here?" One of them opened his mouth and broke the silence, only to see You Yuanzheng actually motionless, allowing the fire to spread and burn his whole body.

"I said a long time ago, You Yuanzheng is a vase at all, but I didn't expect him to be able to resist even a move, I really didn't expect how he survived to this point. ”

Even Wei Yang on the stage couldn't bear it, and couldn't help but laugh in vain and said: "Ha, ha, is this the famous Jin Wuwei? Ha, ha, haha." ”

You Yuanzheng listened to the people around him laughing, his face turned red, and he couldn't say a word. He found that he didn't dare to make a move, it was like it had become a habit, he was used to being beaten, this time he came with a glimmer of hope, although this hope was extremely small, and it was brought to him by Gu Cheng, but he really hoped that this hope could be realized, so he made up his mind to come to the martial arts stage.

But I didn't expect that this time, he still couldn't make a move, and he was ridiculed by everyone.

Wei Yang sneered disdainfully, and everyone in the audience denied it, even his mentor Qian Sibo shook his head and sighed.

At this moment, he was very lost, and he looked back at the others with a frightened gaze.

What is the cruelest thing in the world?

Is it the loss of life, or the loss of everyone's support, or the loss of hope?

Losing hope is perhaps the cruelest thing to do.

He became very cold.

"Yuan Zheng, don't you want to be a Jin Wuwei like Su Buxian?!"

At this time, a familiar voice came from the crowd, yes, it was Gu Cheng's voice.

You Yuanzheng suddenly raised his head slightly.

Once upon a time, he also wanted to be a Jin Wuwei like Su Buxian, but this goal was difficult to reach and was always out of reach.

But whenever he thinks about it, he doesn't want to give up, even if he loses repeatedly.

That martial intent boiled in his cold body

At this time, the fire was still burning on him, and the flames covered his whole body, and no one could see his expression clearly.

He was laughing.

Wei Yang stood on the stage, and in the cheers of the audience, he looked majestic and imposing. But as he was about to step forward to shoot You Yuanzheng away, and when the competition ended, suddenly, there was a burst of fire from the firelight, and a spear pierced out of the firelight.

Immediately afterwards, there was a pressure, rushing to his face, Wei Yang was suddenly pressed and couldn't breathe, and hurriedly retreated several steps, still out of breath.

At this moment, You Yuanzheng's heart was as cold as ice.

He looked at Wei Yang as if he remembered a figure that had scared him for many years.

You Yuanzheng still remembered the figure of that person, he was sitting in a wheelchair with a long sword in his hand, he always looked so cold-blooded, You Yuanzheng even felt that in front of him, he was always so small, everything was powerless. You Yuanzheng had witnessed this immortal cultivator in a wheelchair who had taken many lives with his own hands, and You Yuanzheng had tried to struggle in front of him, trying to stop him, but everything seemed too powerless. Yes, he is too weak, too weak to be done, and everything can only be watched with the eyes of others dying.

The fire was still burning his skin, but he couldn't feel the pain anymore, and the martial intent resurfaced on him again, the inexplicable pain was so intense that he completely forgot that the burning fire wound had burned his skin, the wound was scorching, and the blood was flowing.

"Ahh

The people in the audience didn't seem to have reacted yet, they were still talking, only an exclamation mixed in their voices, which seemed so abrupt.

At this moment, Qian Sibo suddenly reacted, one step, a few shuttles, and hurriedly jumped onto the stage. At this moment, he suddenly felt that it was difficult to move an inch, and secretly wondered: "What's the matter?"

He quickly reacted that the pressure was coming from the fire.

Qian Sibo ignored this pressure for the time being, took a deep breath, and stretched his hands into the fire, the flames scorched his hands, and even Qian Sibo's face couldn't help but change, could it be that You Yuan has been suffering like this?

He endured the pain, separated the two in front of him, and ran an aura, condensed in the palm of his hand, "Ice Cloud Palm!" A palm fanned over, and the flames were instantly extinguished.

The flames were extinguished with a "bang", and I saw that Wei Yang's whole body was black and scorched, and he had passed out, but You Yuanzheng was still standing.

Yes, he is still standing.

What surprised Qian Sibo even more was how much You Yuanzheng was injured, and there were purple lights wrapped around his body, and the purple light was coiling around You Yuanzheng like a snake.

Qian Sibo was taken aback, gasped and said secretly: "The purple qi body of the second layer of the Spirit Purple Gong!"

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