This moment.◆▼

Everyone couldn't help but look at Zhen Yuanshi above Ye Xuan's head.

It was this Xuanbao who instantly broke through the Wu army's attack in the previous battle, knocked him away with one move, and fell to the spot.

What level of mysterious treasure is this?

Every audience member is unable to calm down and full of shock.

"This is Ye Xuan. He is indeed powerful. If you defeat the Wu army with one move, the Xuanbao's level is at least eighth grade."

In the VIP seat of the Fighting Fighting Club, several powerful men were sitting inside. One of them was Zhuo Yifan, the vice president of the Fighting Fighting Fighting Club. He stared at Zhen Yuanshi above Ye Xuan's head and said with a smile on his lips.

After saying that, Zhuo Yifan's eyes looked at a middle-aged man wearing a fiery red robe and red like flames, "Feilei, what do you think?"

The middle-aged man grinned and said with a faint smile: "It's a trick, but this guy can defeat the Wu army in one move. In addition to the power of the black seal Xuanbao, he also has his domain barrier. In terms of understanding the mystery of space, this person's far away from the Wu army makes the Wu army unable to break free from his space constraints and can only defend passively."

"That's right, if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't believe that there was such a genius in this world, at least twice as strong as Ximen Wuqing, the first genius of my martial arts club. If this boy could join my martial arts club, within ten years, my martial arts club might have another Nine Heavens Martial Emperor." Zhuo Yifan said with a smile.

"President Zhuo, since he is here to participate in the arena competition of the martial arts club, he must be willing to join the martial arts club. I am here to congratulate you first. I wish President Zhuo's martial arts club talents emerge and unify the city of chaos."

At this time, an old man with beard sitting beside Zhuo Yifan suddenly smiled and said.

Zhuo Yifan shook his head and smiled, "Old Master Xu, don't make fun of me, I'm comparing with talents. My fighting spirit is not as good as your Wuliang Mountain. Your Wuliang Mountain is one of the seven major sects of the Great Six Sects. You may not even look down on those geniuses of my fighting spirit."

This old man with a beard in the eight-character beard is the person in charge of Wuliang Mountain stationed in the chaotic city, the elder of Wuliang Mountain and Emperor Changfengwu of Emperor Xu Changkong.

When Xu Changkong heard this, he immediately smiled and said, "President Zhuo, you are too modest."

"It must be Brother Changfeng, you are too modest."

Both sides looked at each other and laughed.

At this time, the second game on the ring had begun.

This second strong man who came on stage was also a core elder of the martial arts club who had played in the game before.

After seeing the fate of the elder of the Wu army, this person was cautious and did not take the lead as soon as he came up. Instead, he was ready to defend first and look for opportunities to counterattack.

It’s a pity that Ye Xuan gave him this opportunity? He failed to persevere in three moves and then failed.

Ninety-three consecutive victories.

Ninety-four consecutive victories.

Ninety-six consecutive victories.

Ninety-eight consecutive victories.

Ye Xuan won consecutive victories. With the powerful domain barrier, Zhenyuan Stone, and the secret art of the Illusion Forbidden Eye, as long as the opponent has any negligence, he will be defeated instantly. ▼

Eight consecutive games, and even one stick of incense was just a stick of incense, which made all the warriors who came to watch the battle stunned and dumbfounded.

"Scary, terrible."

"Is this still a human? It's a monster."

"The core elder of the Fighting Fighting Association is not an enemy of this son's several moves, it's really a ghost."

All kinds of shocking discussions sounded everywhere around the ring.

"Feilei, how about it? Is there any pressure?" Zhuo Yifan looked at Feilie with a smile in the VIP room of the martial arts meeting.

"President, you're kidding." Fei Lie, the Fire Fist Emperor, smiled silently, staring at Ye Xuan with a hint of disdain: "No matter how strong this boy is, he is just an eighth-level martial emperor. His black seal Xuanbao and soul power impact against Wu Huang is still successful. It is a delusion to deal with this emperor. As for the domain barrier, as long as I use a trace of the domain emperor's realm, I can smash his domain barrier into pieces. No matter how high his understanding of the mystery of space is, it is useless."

"Haha." Zhuo Yifan couldn't help laughing, "You, I'll just talk casually, why should you be so serious about Fire Fist?"

The Fire Fist Emperor Wu's face was indifferent, but he didn't say much.

Say it casually?

Comparing a Martial Emperor with him, even if the other party is a genius, in the eyes of the Fire Fist Martial Emperor, it is an insult to him.

"Brother Changfeng, the next thing you are going to play is Huangfu Xiuming from Wuliang Mountain. I wonder if I can stop Ye Xuan's footsteps." Zhuo Yifan said with a smile.

"He?" A sharp light flashed in Emperor Changfeng Wu's eyes, and he grinned and said, "Then Huangfu Xiuming is still very strong, but unfortunately he insists on being an enemy of Wuliang Mountain. In my opinion, at least 50% of the hopes are to stop Ye Xuan. He also took this opportunity to spread the news about this person. If he could attract his remnants, it would be great. ▼●.ww.▼"

Emperor Changfeng Wu's eyes immediately became ferocious.

Zhuo Yifan's eyes flashed, and he pretended to be inadvertently and asked, "Brother Changfeng, I wonder who the remnants you are talking about are? Huangfu Xiuming has been arranging some time for my martial arts fight, and it seems that there has been no movement?"

Emperor Changfeng Wu's expression immediately restrained and smiled and said, "This is the sect affairs of my Wuliang Mountain, so it is not convenient to tell Brother Zhuo. Brother Zhuo just remember that once anyone tries to fight against you, he will rescue Huangfu Xiuming. You only need to notify me of Wuliang Mountain as soon as possible."

Zhuo Yifan's eyes flashed, but he just nodded.

"Now, we have our ninth challenger."

The host, the old man in black robe, stood in the ring and said loudly: "This person was purchased from a major force in my fighting martial arts club. He was a strong man who was once enthroned by the God Capital. Now he is the senior executive of the Soul Refining Master Hall of the fighting martial arts club. This person is named Huangfu Xiuming, and he has a great cultivation level. Let's see if this Huangfu Xiuming can stop Ye Xuan's 99th consecutive victory."

As the old man finished speaking, a figure in a black robe slowly walked towards the ring.

"Huangfu Xiuming."

"What, Huangfu Xiuming?"

In the audience, Emperor Wu of Blood Sword and others stood up suddenly, showing shock.

They have heard of this name too many times from Ye Xuan, and they all know that the reason why Ye Xuan came to the City of Chaos was to rescue this person.

But no one expected that Ye Xuan would encounter such an opponent in the 99th game of the martial arts competition.

At this moment, Emperor Wu of Blood Sword and others stared at the stage. The man in black-clothed cloaked with slow steps wanted to see what kind of person this was that could save Duke Ye in this way.

On the ring.

Ye Xuan was also shocked.

He never expected that the Fighting Fighting Club would arrange Huangfu Xiuming in the 99th Game.

"Yes, because of my soul power impact, the best way for ordinary Martial Emperor to defeat me is to find a soul refiner. Huangfu Xiuming's soul refining cultivation is at the peak of the seventh level, and his martial arts cultivation is also at the peak of the eighth level third level. It is the most suitable to send him on the field."

Ye Xuan quickly figured out the reason, and looked up at the man in black robe who was walking onto the ring.

Beneath the wide edge, a pale and thin face appeared, with endless fatigue and desolation, which came into Ye Xuan's eyes.

"It's him!"

Ye Xuan's mind shook suddenly.

He seemed to have returned to the snowy night a hundred years ago.

A twenty-five-year-old young man knelt in front of Xiaoyao Palace for seven days and seven nights. The heavy snow froze him into an ice sculpture, but he did not move at all.

"Young man, if you can safely break through the forbidden ridge outside the Xuanyuan Holy City without dying, I will give you a chance to give me some advice."

I still remember that I said so with Yaoyue's insistence.

In fact, he had never thought that a twenty-five-year-old martial master could really pass the Forbidden Hill.

That is the forbidden area outside the Xuanyuan Holy City. When Emperor Nine Heavens Martial Arts enters it, he will die for ten lives.

But what he didn't expect was

Three days later, the boy actually broke through the Forbidden Hill with blood all over his body.

"Master, Xiuming has completed the task."

The young man covered in blood knelt on the cold steps, his eyes shining like stars, and he said as firm as ever.

Ye Xuan remembered himself at that time and was moved.

The young man used his actions to open a gap in the heart of the legendary cold and ruthless Xiaoyao Soul Emperor Ye Xiaoyao.

So he gave the other party a chance.

"If you can enter the eighth-level imperial martial arts realm in your lifetime, you will come to the Xuanyuan Xiaoyao Palace. At that time, I will teach you personally."

"Go!"

The voice at that time was still in my ears.

However, a hundred years later, everything has changed.

The red sleeves add fragrance.

Hongxiu no longer knows where to find it, and the young and energetic boy has become a twilight person.

Under the wide and thick hat brim, Ye Xuan saw the face again.

It still looks like a hundred years ago, but it has long lost its vitality as it was back then.

The young man with a strong spirit and fearlessness has become an old and desperate old man.

The powerful Martial Emperor has long been able to restrain his vitality and stay in his youth.

But on Huangfu Xiuming's face, there was no way he could see the style of a strong man, and there was only silence.

Silence to the world, silence to life.

On his forehead, Ye Xuan saw a blood-red mark, twisted and ferocious, like a gloomy poison in hell.

Slave brand!

That was the slave imprint carved by Wuliang Mountain on his face.
To be continued...