Soul Emperor Martial God

The figure floated down from the sky.

"Sixth brother, is there a serious problem?" The eldest prince came to the sixth prince and took out a few pills.

The sixth prince took the pill and took it. After a while, he stabilized his injury and said, "No problem, brother, why are you here?"

The eldest prince looked at Zhuo Duxing and sneered, "I won't come, others thought I was good for the royal family of Fengsheng."

Not far away, Lu Zheng's face was a little ugly.

"It is rumored that the eldest prince and the sixth prince are the same compatriots, and have very good relationships."

"Senior Zhuo Duxing is in trouble."

Xiao Yi nodded, looking at the big prince not far away.

The two looked a little alike.

However, in the grace and nobleness of the Six Princes, there is a yin sting and an uncomfortable cold breath.

And this big prince, graceful and luxurious, carried the arrogance of domineering in the world, and the majestic aura that made people afraid to look directly.

Xiao Yi only took a look, and his heart was full of warfare.

This means that this person is extremely strong.

On the side, several law enforcement team members dissatisfied, "Captain, not necessarily."

"Senior Zhuo Duxing, after all, is a strong man who has been famous for a long time."

"Furthermore, it is a half-step celestial cultivation base, plus a Shura martial artist, enough to be invincible below the celestial realm."

"As far as I know, the eldest prince is just a half-step celestial cultivation base."

"Are you blind?" Lu Zheng glared, "Don't you see Senior Zhuo Duxing completely suppressed?"

Xiao Yi also said in a deep voice, "The same half-step celestial cultivation base, this person can suppress Zhuo Duxing with his momentum alone."

"If it breaks out completely, the strength will definitely be strong."

"This is an incredible martial artist."

"It's the deacon, you have good eyesight." Lu Zheng smiled.

Whoosh...

Ahead, on the competition stage, the eldest prince instantly jumped onto the competition stage.

And Zhuo Duxing, who was already on the competition stage, was flushing at the moment.

His formidable physical strength was actually suppressed by a surge of energy and blood in his body rolled.

"Zhuo Duxing, right?" The prince looked at Zhuo Duxing indifferently.

Zhuo Duxing gritted his teeth and said with a sneer, "It is Zhuo Duxing if I change my name or sit down."

"Dare to speak hard." The prince's eyes cold, "I heard you are a cheap bone, a hard bone."

"Looking at it now, it really is so."

"What nonsense, fight if you want to fight." Zhuo Duxing snorted coldly.

"War? Are you qualified?" The prince was full of disdain.

Whoosh... In the next second, the figure flashed and disappeared out of thin air.

"So fast." Zhuo Duxing's pupils shrank.

Zhuo Duxing hadn't reacted yet, he was blown away with a punch.

Puff, Zhuo Duxing spit out blood.

Whoosh... the big prince flashed again.

Before Zhuo Duxing was bombed off the competition stage, he came immediately behind Zhuo Duxing.

There was another punch and a roar.

Zhuo Duxing was accurately blasted back to the match stand.

Bang... bang... bang...

Zhuo Duxing, like a sandbag, was hit with no fewer than ten punches.

The blood vomiting out of his mouth dyed his **** robe even more scarlet.

Snapped…

When the eldest prince stopped and his figure flickered, Zhuo Duxing had fallen feebly on the competition stage, spitting blood in his mouth.

"Offended my Fengsheng royal family, this is just a lesson." The prince looked cold.

The next second, the figure flashed again and came to Zhuo Duxing.

"Huh?" Xiao Yi frowned in the martial arts stage.

Lu Zheng aside, his face changed and he roared, "Grand Prince, what do you want to do?"

"Heh." The prince jokingly smiled.

Then he squatted down and clasped Zhuo Duxing's shoulders.

"Just now, did this hand hurt my brother?"

Click...

The voice of the prince fell, and a harsh click sounded.

Zhuo Duxing's arm is dead.

Click... Click... Click...

Three clicks in a row.

Zhuo Duxing's other arm, including his legs, was completely scrapped.

On the competition stage, Zhuo Duxing's expression was extremely painful, but he didn't let out a half roar.

"It's really a cheap bone." The prince kicked out.

Zhuo Duxing's severely injured body was directly hit off the competition stage.

His chest was completely sunken and he passed out in a coma.

"Senior Zhuo." Lu Zheng's expression changed and he hurried forward.

On the martial arts stage, the eldest prince did not look at Zhuo Duxing again, but stood with his hands behind and said loudly, "Is anyone still going to challenge?"

For a while, the entire competition platform was silent.

The warriors were silent.

On the spectator stand, a glimmer of appreciation flashed in the eyes of the Master of Wind Palace.

After a long while, no one took the stage to challenge.

The Master of the Wind Palace said loudly, "The first place will be won by the prince."

"Hall Master Xie Feng." The eldest prince turned around, looked at the spectator stand, and bowed slightly.

Then the figure flashed and left the competition platform.

On the other side, Lu Zheng took Zhuo Duxing back.

"Damn, what a serious injury." Lu Zheng's expression was extremely ugly.

"The limbs were abolished, and the internal organs were almost shattered on that foot."

"If it is not treated in time, Senior Zhuo Duxing will be in danger."

Lu Zheng checked Zhuo Duxing's injuries.

Around, no one paid attention here, and everyone's eyes were placed on the competition stage.

On the competition stage, a new battle began.

Although the first place was won by the prince, there are still 7 places left.

As for Zhuo Duxing, a loser, has never been able to attract anyone's attention.

In a cruel world, the weak feed on the weak, and the weak can hardly get mercy from anyone.

In this world, people die every day. Who cares about an unrelated miserable person?

"Damn it." Lu Zheng's face became harder to look.

"That little **** had a dead hand, and senior table seniors have such an injury, waiting for a high-grade alchemist to be helpless."

"I'm afraid that only the alchemists in the first main hall have sufficient means and medical skills."

"It's just that Senior Zhuo is so injured, I am afraid that he will be seriously injured and killed before he reaches the first main hall."

"Let me come." Xiao Yi knelt down and checked Zhuo Duxing.

Several high-grade pills were fed into the mouth of Zhuo Duxing.

Afterwards, a surging vitality wandered through Zhuo Duxing's body, guiding the medicinal power.

Most of an hour later, Zhuo Duxing's injuries were all stabilized.

In no more time, Zhuo Duxing woke up under his strong physical quality.

Lu Zheng and the others looked at Xiao Yi in surprise.

"Deacon, you are a high-grade alchemist? And it's a very strong one."

Xiao Yi nodded and said nothing.

Zhuo Duxing woke up, glanced at Xiao Yi, and asked in confusion, "Are you?"

Xiao Yi stood up without answering.

"Senior Zhuo Duxing, this is the deacon of the first main hall." Lu Zheng said with a smile.

Zhuo Duxing stood up and bowed to Xiao Yi, "Thank you."

Xiao Yi shook his head, "No, I'm still a favor of Yufeng City Branch Hall."

"The favor of Yufeng City Branch Hall?" Zhuo Duxing was stunned.

On the upper stage, the old man's loud voice sounded again.

"Within ten breaths, if no one takes the stage to challenge, the quota will be obtained by Feng Zhi Zong Chu Rou."

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