"What are you doing?" Rong Xiao was surprised. He recognized Wu Jiyuan, much earlier than the temporary brothers on the field. He was his brother and someone he had never thought of being wary of. But his sword just now was really fast and hated. If he hadn't been avoiding quickly, he would have been hiding his body.

At this time, the newly subdued little brothers also surrounded them and looked at the two of them with surprise eyes.

Wu Jiyuan's shoulders shook slightly, and the bones all over his body made a strange clatter, and he smiled strangely:

"Brother Xiao, you are my boss. I haven't had a long time to talk with you except when I was following you. Taking this opportunity, can't I give my brother a face?"

Rong Xiao frowned slightly: "If you want to compete, you can naturally..." He wanted to cooperate to defeat other opponents first, and then fight the previous match quickly, but he had just said the first half of the sentence, and Wu Jiyuan laughed like he had received approval, "That's fine!" The lingering sound of the last word had not yet dissipated, and his figure was like an arrow leaving the string. He held up the sword in his hand and slashed straight up and down.

Wu Jiyuan's offensive was like a storm. Without a moment of break, the sharp sword light cut through the sound explosion, and the ring also fell into cracks under his continuous attack. It can be said that he had never fought any time, and had fought so hard today.

Rong Xiao thought he was strange from the beginning. He asked himself, "I have been brothers for so long, and I have never let him down." With his careless character on weekdays, he doesn't seem to be jealous of his boss's position. So where does his nameless anger come from?

Confused, Rong Xiao was unwilling to take it seriously and hurt his brother. He could only respond hastily, defending but not attacking, and resiliently again and again. To outsiders, it seemed like he was forced to retreat step by step by step by step by step by Wu Jiyuan.

"Brother Xiao, is your strength the only one?" After easily gaining the advantage, Wu Jiyuan's smile on his face became even more strange, and there was a deep irony in his coldness, "Then, how did you become the boss of the brothers? Hahaha..."

"Wu Jiyuan, what's wrong with you today?" After another two fists collided, the two of them retreated to the back. Rong Xiao finally couldn't help asking.

"I'm not that bad." Wu Jiyuan sneered as usual. He smiled slightly and lowered his head, leaving only his shoulders still shaking.

After a while, he raised his head again, his eyes covered by the shattered hair, and he could not see his true emotions.

"Brother Xiao, you have known Sister Liang's identity for a long time, right?"

Although Rong Xiao did not understand the meaning, he still replied patiently: "Just after the pre-select, it will not be long before you."

"Is that true?" Wu Jiyuan laughed strangely, "I don't think so?"

"Of course you knew she was Miss Jiuyou Palace long ago?" Wu Jiyuan's tone became more and more aggressive, "You don't want to take the assessment. Everyone felt very sorry. Thinking about it, you are really capable. You can still get in for the assessment for so long. As expected, people with the background are different!"

Rong Xiao was stunned at first, but gradually, a hint of coldness began to quietly climb up his eyes.

Although he knew that since he wanted to choose Ryoko, he would not be able to take off the hat of "soft-eater" until he could achieve a truly matchable identity.

Originally, he didn't have to choose this hardest path. With his current status, he could get a lot of girls who like him, and he could have a simple girlfriend, and everyone would bless them and envy them. He could still live the way he liked, without having to struggle on this road of Ronghua... But he just likes Ryoko, and for her, he was willing to bear all this!

Originally, he had never thought of letting everyone understand him. How would those young masters of aristocratic families look at him and just go there. But he did not expect that even his brothers would regard himself as that kind of person...

"I figured it out too," Wu Jiyuan was still saying, "No wonder you are willing to be wholehearted about Sister Liang. If she hadn't had such a background, would people like us be willing to give up the whole forest for a tree?"

"What are you talking nonsense?" Listening to his natural tone, Rong Xiao finally couldn't bear it anymore. A layer of strong wind was shrouded in the fist, and it blasted out, hitting Wu Jiyuan several steps back.

He can tolerate anything others want to say to him, but he will never allow anyone to question Ryoko...!

Wu Jiyuan, who was punched, raised his head, but became even more violent: "You hit me! I will tell you if you hit me again! If you haven't eaten soft rice from beginning to end, can the Tiangong Gate open this back door for you? Can the young master of Jiuyou Palace help you just now?"

It turned out that Feng Junye used the dark swamp to test Rong Xiao, and after he successfully passed, he directly cleared a large number of enemies for him, which also fell into Wu Jiyuan's eyes.

"So you, you think you are chasing the eldest lady, but in fact they are just treating you as a novice! All the faces of our brothers have been lost!"

After a series of venting, Wu Jiyuan's anger became more and more intense, his body was low, and his spiritual power radiated from behind, surging all over the sky, like tails that emerged out of thin air. After the energy accumulated and formed, his hands suddenly pressed the ground, and the wave of spiritual power flowed out of his body, turning into white light columns like substance, surging towards Rong Xiao.

He still maintains his old respect for Sister Liang. But he looks down on a boss who is greedy and even takes advantage of women to go through the back door for the assessment!

The fourth group.

Feng Qiwu suddenly moved.

He had been keeping a wait-and-see attitude and finally planned to actually join the battle. His body moved and swayed into the crowd, shuttled around like a ghost, only to see a black shadow floating around, and there were already many candidates falling along the way.

His actions are no different from the real ghost. You can't guess his next attack direction at all. His moves are as fast as lightning, tricky and ruthless. Coupled with the blessing of the secret method of time, he almost became a variable that was wandering in a different dimension.

In addition to the contestants, even the puppets that were raging on the field were easily destroyed by him. With a powerful force, he joined the promotion battle on the field!

At this time, the candidates from each group and many outs outside the field were shocked by Feng Qiwu's strong outbreak. The combat power he showed now was definitely too much better than his previous performance, that is, in the previous assessment, he hid his strength!

In response to this, Xu Ziji only frowned slightly, and then his sleeves shook, and brand new puppets were released by him again.

It’s just that there is an unexpected enemy, so let him be proud. Anyway, no matter who it is, he will definitely be completely defeated. His goal is not just the top ten, but... the only champion throne!

The third group.

"Wind Curse? Blade of Blade!" Jin Siqi made a seal with difficulty, and the wind blade condensed into a powerful spiral, sweeping the scarred battlefield.

The strong man opposite laughed: "Why is this still the same move?" He raised his wrist and punched it down. The ground started from the cracks. Large areas of thunder went violently, like surging thunders, rising from the bottom to the top, submerging the two people who were struggling to resist.

After a series of fierce battles, Jin Siqi and Meng Zhao were already injured all over. And their enemies, the initial primary wind curse, could still cause some hindrance to him. I don’t know if they were getting too many, but gradually became accustomed to it, or if Jin Siqi’s spiritual power was constantly weakening, and the wind blade released fell on him, as if it was just scratching him.

"Change the two poles and generate yin and yang..." Meng Zhaoqiang stood up with his support. His sleeves were completely shattered in the struggle, and his arms hanging beside him were also covered in blood. He struggled to evolve the formation, "Wings of Hurricane!"

Behind him, a pair of wings made of strong wind was spread out, and two wind tornados were released while flapping, heading towards the strong man.

The strong man shouted, and a string of tiny thunders were wrapped around his body. As the lightning expanded, the wind whirlpool approached him and was directly crushed into nothingness by the thunder power.

"Thunder Purgatory!" The attack was easily resolved, and the strong man was driving his strength in his arms and hit the air with a hammer. Suddenly, a large amount of thunder descended from the air, shocking the two of them to the east and west.

The strong man withdrew the thunder hammer and was about to go forward to chase him, but his steps were inexplicably stiff. He looked down and saw that there were strings of golden array patterns hanging around his body at some point. From those array patterns, a powerful force of restraint was emitted, which made him feel a little unmoved.

"Boy, you still have a backup plan?" The strong man gritted his teeth in annoyance.

He now figured it out that Meng Zhao's previous move of Hurricane Wings was extremely powerful, and he chose to take it forward because he was careless and underestimated the enemy. But this was just falling into Meng Zhao's calculations, because his real purpose was to print the bound array pattern into it. As long as the two were in contact with each other, the first array pattern would be separated, and the second array pattern would be effective. He... was actually made by this little boy!

"Nine-Turn Crescent Formation!" Taking advantage of the temporary restraint of the strong man, Meng Zhao activated the formation again. A formation plate flashed in the sky, radiating a layer of golden light, covering him and Jin Siqi, and spreading layers of thin halos like waves.

"I can't bind him for long. Now don't worry about him. Focus on restoring his strength, and how much can he recover!"

"But, this formation doesn't have time to restore our physical strength to the peak at the same time, right?" Jin Siqi asked weakly.

She could sense that perhaps because Meng Zhao lacked his skills, the repair effect of this formation was quite slow, while the strong man on the opposite side struggled much more violently. If this trend continues, it will not take long before he will rush over and attack again!

After hearing her words, Meng Zhao was silent for a moment. The seal technique in his hand changed. The golden light flashed slightly and transformed into a ripple from the middle. Then, as if peeling a pair of bubbles away, the golden light slowly pulled away from Meng Zhao's body and poured into the array pattern above Jin Siqi's head. As a result, the speed of repair was doubled.

"I didn't mean that!" Jin Siqi screamed in a hurry and ashamed voice. Feeling the rapid recovery of vitality in her body, she did not feel any relief at this time. What she wanted... was not Meng Zhao who sacrificed herself to fulfill her!

However, Jin Siqi knew nothing about the formation, and she could not control the operation of the formation plate at all. During this period, Meng Zhao had already rushed out first.

"Siqi, you are focused on restoring your skills, I will support you here!"

Almost as he rushed out, the strong man also broke free from the constraints of the formation, slapped out with his palm, and his five open fingers clasped Meng Zhao's forehead.

Meng Zhao grinned. The thunder that was flowing made him feel that his whole face no longer belonged to him. His face was shaken, his lips trembled, and his eyes turned black.

With a "bang", Meng Zhao's thin body was directly pressed to the ground by the strong man, and pieces of broken stone bricks were lifted on both sides, and the wandering Razor was still not resting.

Jin Siqi also rushed up and used the most familiar palm technique, but before he could slap a few palms, he was easily shaken away by the strong man's palm.

Seeing the strong man continue to walk towards him, Jin Siqi's mind is blank. Are you going to get out here? I have been entangled with him for so long, and I am afraid that he will make a real heavy move if he makes another move...

Just as she was full of panic, Meng Zhao, who had already fallen to the ground, stood up with blood all over her body, rushed forward without hesitation, blocking the strong man for her.

"Siqi, run away quickly! The ring is so big that he can't catch you, run away quickly!"

Although he was pressed to the ground almost immediately, he still opened his arms and hugged the strong man's legs. He was punched and punched his head. His hair was charred and straight, but he still insisted on refusing to let go.

"No..." Before I knew it, Jin Siqi was already crying, "Stop, stop..."

"We just give in, don't beat it..."

But perhaps it was the two of them that made the strong man extremely angry. All his anger was now vented on Meng Zhao who was pressed by him.

One punch, one punch.

Pieces of blood transformed into strands of mist.

The screams gradually stopped.

"It's all my fault..." This feeling of powerlessness also made Jin Siqi even more painful. "It's me that's too useless. If I can cast the advanced wind curse..."

One punch, another punch, and the bloody teeth rolled on the ring, and were shattered by the overflowing spiritual power.

"He is... the only one who protects me."

Looking back on those dark years, everyone was the one who tortured her. How could anyone have ever been a knight who guarded her like this?

"He is... the first person to regard me as more important than himself..."

The picture in front of me was blurred into a phantom by blood and tears.

"Maybe I can do very little, but I also want to work hard..."

"I want to protect him..."

At this moment, Jin Siqi's gaze suddenly became unprecedentedly firm.

On her, a large piece of spiritual power radiated automatically, as if she was wearing a holy white gauze dress for her.

And her hands seemed to be manipulated by some unknown force, and they automatically contacted each other, forming some strange seals.

"Wind Curse? The wind flows through thousands of valleys!"
Chapter completed!