223: C223 Yuan Sect Provoke

C223 Yuan Sect Provoke

Situ Qing, Lei Duanyang.

The two names flashed in the sky like two divine lights.

It was a symbol of glory, a symbol of superiority.

The heaven's pride level experts were all like this. No matter the fight, no matter if it was a Martial Meeting, they would still obtain the first place.

Because first place could only be called king!

When the light screen flashed with two names, the entire audience boiled over with cheers that soared into the sky.

The cheers were naturally for Lei Duanyang.

After all, the Marquis's family was in the purple gold room.

This crazy and passionate shout would obviously reach Lei Zhen's ears.

"Lei Decedent! Lei Decedent!"

A monstrous wave of cheers resounded through the entire arena, igniting the blood in the entire audience. With this cry, Chu Cheng shot straight into the nine heavens!

In the purple gold box.

Lei Zhen's stern face also revealed a trace of a smile. "To be able to win forty-five consecutive victories and level up with Situ Sheng, you must be proud of yourself."

Su Ru and Qin Ningshan were dazzled by the sight, especially Qin Ningshan, who was so happy that she could barely speak.

Her future husband's name was now worshipped and called out by the common people as if he were a god.

He only felt himself immersed in happiness, unable to extricate himself from it.

Lei Duanyang's face was unperturbed, as if he turned a deaf ear to the surrounding shouts.

Forty-five matches, to him, was nothing more than a stepping stone.

On the stage, Elder Xue smiled lightly, and said to the excited youths below the stage: "Alright, cut the crap. You can challenge yourself if you win consecutively, but once the Genuine Essence is exhausted, you can recover after every five rounds. Who wants to be the first to go on stage? "

"Hmph, I am Wu Haibo, a disciple of the Yuan Sect." For the time being, I will throw a brick to lead a piece of jade, and ask for your wisdom! "

A round-faced disciple, whose eyes were filled with Evil Qi s, carried a gigantic Zhanmadao. With a leap, he arrived at the stage.

Then, the Zhanmadao slashed through the air and aimed at Xu Liusu. "Brat, I heard you're called Dugu Qiubai, are you really undefeatable?"

Saying that, a cruel smile appeared on Wu Haibo's face: "If you go on stage, I'll kill you!"

Many people had heard of Dugu Qiubai's actions.

Therefore, if he could directly kill it, Marquis would definitely be overjoyed.

Wu Haibo had already made up his mind to anger Xu Liusu. When he went up on stage, he would immediately kill him.

The moment Wu Haibo finished his sentence, everyone in the venue opened their eyes wide in shock.

Unexpectedly, before the Martial Arts Competition even began, Wu Haibo had already stirred up the atmosphere and directly threatened to fight to the death!

Wu Haibo was very satisfied with the momentum he created. He looked at Xu Liusu and made a throat slitting gesture as his smile became more vicious.

To this, Xu Liusu, who was the focus of the audience, flipped white. He was extremely depressed.

Could all of these Imperial City people be idiots? If you can't figure out the truth, then you must kill and cut.2

Xu Liusu looked at the man and laughed coldly.

It could only be said that Wu Haibo was extremely arrogant. It was good to provoke someone, someone actually wanted to provoke someone like him …

"Hmph, Dugu Qiubai, aren't you going on stage?"

When Wu Haibo realized that Xu Liusu had not moved, he laughed mockingly.

Ke ke, it is better to wait. Let's see how many matches you can endure.

Xu Liusu smiled faintly.

"Ten rounds?" "You really think highly of yourself. But since you're such a coward, I'll let you look at my back for now!"

Wu Haibo laughed and turned to look at the other young elites. "Who's coming!"

The two words "who has come" were like a thunderclap that shook the sky. A wave of Genuine Essence s charged forward, causing everyone's expression to change.

"What!"

Everyone was shocked, they never thought that Wu Haibo would actually have Martial Soul Stage!

If such a master made the first move, then it would undoubtedly increase the difficulty of the Martial Meeting!

"Haha, Wu Haibo, it's been so many years and you're still this arrogant guy. Do you still remember me?"

Another person could not bear to continue watching. It was a pale, thin youth. He rushed up to the arena and pulled out two Wolf Claw weapons with a cold gleam on his face.

"Hmph, I was wondering who it was, it turns out to be a waste of Beast Sect. If it's not wrong, your name is Lang Qing, right?"

Wu Haibo was stunned for a moment. When he saw this person, he laughed.

"Trash?"

Lang Qing's face darkened, "Wu Haibo, back then you killed my Beast Sect disciple, so you will have to pay the price today."

Lang Qing's body leaped forward, and he immediately rushed over like a wild wolf.

Swish swish!

The wolf claws danced in the air recklessly, leaving several afterimages behind them.

He instantly arrived in front of Wu Haibo and used his claw to claw at Wu Haibo's head. Under his claw, the sound of air being torn apart resounded.

"Hehe, you haven't made any progress. Die for me!"

Wu Haibo was still sneering. He raised his hand and the sword aura collided with the sharp claw light!

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