Almost at the same time that the boulder and Wang Gong were freed, Ye Hao's body had quickly come to Wang Gong's face, but there were two choices for him.

To shoot or not to shoot, if you choose to shoot, then you will definitely be able to abolish the opponent's dantian, but he is bound to accept the thunderous blow of the boulder and the king bow, whether he is alive or not, he is not qualified for the top three places at the end of the year, if he does not shoot, then he still has a chance to win this battle.

"I still have ten years to live, three years ago others thought I couldn't practice, but three years later, I am standing here as an eighth-level Qi cultivator, there are no absolutes in the world, I may not be able to find other ways in ten years, but the brotherhood of the past is absolutely not allowed to be trampled on. Ye Hao glanced at Wang Gong, who had now turned into Wu Kui, with a heartache, his eyes flashed with determination, and he pointed at Wang Song's dantian without hesitation, accompanied by Wang Song's mournful voice, his chest rose and fell, and immediately emitted bursts of silver light, turning into spiritual light.

Under Ye Hao's finger, he destroyed Wang Song's dantian and also cut off the other party's path to cultivating immortals.

Wang Song endured the pain of the destruction of the dantian, quietly looked at Ye Hao standing in front of him, showed a cruel smile, and said flatly: "Now it's your turn." ”

Almost at the same time as Wang Song's words fell, the boulder suddenly killed him with the overwhelming momentum of Mount Tai and the expressionless Wang Bow, under this thunderous blow, Ye Hao knew that he was nine deaths, but his heart calmed down.

"Are you going to decide the winner?" Shangheng Sect Master Sun Changhou's eyes narrowed.

"These two people have the strength of the extraordinary seven-vein disciples, and it seems that the strength of the disciples in this phase is not bad. ”

The old man looked away and let Li Yao go to the blessed land to cultivate. The deputy master of the Medicine Pavilion looked at Ye Hao in the ring, and this feeling inexplicably rose in his heart.

A violent roar suddenly sounded in the ring, earth-shattering, and the two disciples in the ring next to him subconsciously stopped and looked at that side, almost everyone was looking forward to what the final outcome would be.

"What, this can't be!" Wang Song, who was originally calm, looked at the scenery behind Ye Hao, and suddenly showed an extremely shocked expression, he never thought that he would end up like this.

"What's going on?

"God, I read that right!"

"What is this, this is the first time I've seen this kind of scene. ”

Not only did Wang Song's face refuse to believe it, but everyone else was the same, this scene made the Lord of the Seven Veins show a look of surprise.

Ye Hao turned his head, his complexion changed suddenly, and he saw that the boulder was emitting yellow light all over his body, pressing towards him, but Wang Gong, who was Wang Song Wukui, went against the will of his master, and instead used his body to block this boulder weighing as much as a thousand catties, and his originally godless eyes flashed with determination at this moment, like two flames burning in the pupils of his eyes.

Weird, weird!

At this moment, Wang Gong suddenly burned with purple-red flames all over his body, and the scorching aura quickly spread, and under the beating of the flames, I saw him raise his right hand, and he quickly blasted away with a punch, and directly collided with the boulder with the violent force.

The fist rose and fell, and the roar echoed, and the huge rock was actually torn apart by this punch, turning into countless fast gravel and falling down, smashing around the ring.

"How is it possible, obviously he has been refined into a martial artist!" Wang Song's eyes were full of disbelief, his voice howled hoarsely, extremely desolate, he fought to be unable to practice but still couldn't kill the other party, and the brother he respected the most in his eyes, so he had to stop himself if he died.

"Brother, don't you know that he killed you? Why don't you help me but help him? Why? I am bent on avenging you!" Wang Song no longer has the graceful appearance he used to have, and now he is wearing a cloak and screaming wildly.

In the face of Wang Song's questioning, Wang Gong did not respond, he stood there motionless, as if the punch just now had consumed all his strength.

"Don't you still understand how your brother's death was caused? Do you really think that your brother wants you to avenge him?" Ye Hao's eyes flashed, and he said bitterly: "Yes, that's right, I killed your brother, but do you know the process, do you know the ending? Do you know what your brother told me before he died?"

"Your brother said that he can lose anything in his life, but the most unacceptable and unloseable thing is you, it's you, it's your younger brother, do you really think I can't kill you?" Ye Hao's eyes suddenly turned red, and he roared: "No, it's not that I can't kill you, but I promised your brother, so my senseless provocation in the face of you will be regarded as just a little brother's play." ”

"Why, why is this happening. Wang Gong ignored Ye Hao, but knelt down with a decadent face.

Brother, brother, what is brother, what is affection, a very simple word, but it is enough to make a person not even know himself, enough to make a person do wrong and regret the results of his life, and enough to make a person defend even if he gives up his life.

The snow is flying, fluttering and sprinkling, falling with the wind, and each snowflake seems to record a grievance and hatred, and at the moment of landing, the enmity is broken.

This is a very small village, the people in the village are only hundreds, but the people here are very simple, on this day, from the entrance of the village ushered in two young people, although the age of these two people is not bad, but the temperament is completely different.

One person was dressed in a black robe, although his face was pale, but his eyes were extremely firm, as if he was radiant, although in the heavy snow and cold weather, there was no cold in his body at all.

The other person was dressed in ordinary clothes, wearing a thick snow suit, although his face was ruddy, but the whole person seemed to have no energy, his eyes were gloomy, and he looked extremely haggard.

The two walked in the snow without saying a word, until they came to the other end of the village, which was the end of the village, and there were very few people, and there were three or four families in the faint way.

On the second day, the young man in the black robe left, but the emaciated young man remained, and from that day on, there was a bamboo house and a cemetery at the end of the village.

Years later, the young man became the only teacher in the village

Half a month has passed since the day of the New Year's Pass, and according to the agreement, it will be time to go to the Shangyuan Secret Realm in another half a month, and after Ye Hao won Wang Song that day, he won smoothly after defeating a few more people.

In addition to Ye Hao winning the place, there were two other people, and finally Ye Hao won the first place in the third round with a serious injury.

In fact, if it weren't for Wang Song, it would be easier to block Ye Hao from winning the first place, don't look at his cultivation is only eight layers now, but the intensity of the spiritual power in his body is comparable to the ninth, and it has reached ten layers of power under the outburst, especially when he is under the control of the heart chakra, he can control five flying swords at will, which is incredible in the eyes of the disciples of the tenth layer qi cultivation period.

It stands to reason that a tenth-layer qi practitioner can only initially control the flying sword to kill the enemy, and eleven times gradually master it, while the twelfth layer is completely mastered, but even a twelve-layer qi practitioner cannot control five flying swords at will at the same time, not to mention that Ye Hao can resist the nine swords with all his strength.

Secondly, let's talk about cultivation, this time the competition can only practice qi cultivation for the following participation, after the seven strongest disciples went to the blessed land to cultivate, then the strongest remaining is only eleven layers, and there are only two, after all, Shangheng Sect is no longer the gate sect of the past, even the disciples are in captivity, how many can be left.

The battle between Ye Hao and Wang Song has already caused everyone to be shocked, it is equivalent to practicing the twelve-layer exhalation technique, being able to control five flying swords, and the body can disappear in an instant, this kind of convergence is difficult to defeat unless he is a disciple of the twelve-layer Great Perfection.

In this case, the other second and third places were much more competitive, and in the end, the two Qi Elevens won the rankings.

Although it was past the midwinter season, at this time, the periphery of Shangheng Sect was still covered with snowflakes, covering the earth with flawless white, Ye Hao walked on the mountain road with his hands, and the cold wind was whistling in his ears.

"I don't know, what's wrong with him now?" Ye Hao spread out his palm and held a snowflake, the snowflake felt the temperature in his hand, and finally turned into water droplets and disappeared into the air.

Shangheng has seven veins, one vein is the palm, the second vein is the strongest, the third vein is inherited, the fourth and fifth six are second, and the seventh vein has now been defeated.

After a long time, Ye Hao came to the central hall of the third peak, and the most precious 'Tibetan Law Pavilion' was established next to the main hall, which contained all the spells of the Shangheng Sect, and ordinary disciples could not enter it on weekdays, but Ye Hao had a chance today.

There are three rewards for the first place: three drops of spiritual liquid, a jade pendant refined in the Fake Dan Realm, and one spell selection in the Third Peak Tibetan Dharma Pavilion.

Among them, three drops of spiritual liquid and the Fake Dan Realm refining jade pendant were all given on the spot, and now Ye Hao is going to the Tibetan Law Pavilion to exchange the spell he deserves.

The main peak of the second peak is towering into the clouds, and the surrounding peaks rise from the ground, surrounding the main peak, majestic and magnificent, especially the main peak, which is much higher than the fifth peak, surrounded by rainbow light, as if laying down a formation, when Ye Hao entered, he seemed to feel a pressure all over his body, and even the area of his spiritual consciousness was shortened a lot.

"Ye Hao, it's him, he's the rookie king now. ”

"Yes, don't look at him as an eighth-layer cultivator, but his real strength can shake the twelfth layer, and ordinary eleventh-layer disciples are not his opponents at all!"

"You know Wang Song's strength, he has killed a twelve-layer strength demon beast, but in the end he was defeated in his hands. ”

"This person is ruthless and doesn't kill people too much, but this person actually destroyed Wang Song's dantian and turned him into a waste. ”

"Yes, yes, yes, everyone disperse, although this is the third peak, this person has now been promoted to a real inner disciple, be careful of angering him. ”

Ye Hao walked around the hall, and when he heard these people whispering softly, he suddenly couldn't cry or laugh in his heart.