As the ruins battlefield collapsed and disappeared in the swallowing and spreading of the golden light column, the vast aura became increasingly faded. The people in Wanglong Garden finally came out of the battlefield illusion. Many people had not yet fully realized it, and still looked at the golden tornado rising into the sky in the center of the competition venue with their eyes dull, and their mouths opened as big as they were.
"This... isn't that kind of illusion?" The first person finally woke up, but when he saw the golden giant pillar soaring into the sky in front of him, he thought he was still in the illusion.
"This is not an illusion, we are back..." The second person spoke, obviously because he was still scared of his experience just now.
A man rubbed his eyes and asked the people around him in disbelief: "Is this the artistic conception... Why do I feel... so unreal..."
"It's really not true... but it's indeed artistic conception." The person who answered was much better than the previous few. He swallowed and looked at Shang Zhengyu with a burning look and clenched his fists. "We have to work hard, even Dongfang Jie's second brother was left behind. Why do we have a reason not to work hard anymore!"
"Yes!" Another person stood on the wall and said excitedly: "We saw the collision of artistic conception and sword force at such a close distance! This is a wonder that many people have not witnessed with their own eyes. I have a little enlightenment in my heart. I am going to go back to seclusion soon. Where are you?"
"Yes, I'll go too!"
"I have gained something, too!"
...
Many disciples of the Dongfang family turned around and left immediately, no longer paying attention to the results in the field, because they already had the answer in their minds. No matter who wins or loses, Shang Zhengyu, who can first see the threshold of true intentions, can already be called the first person in the younger generation, and no one can doubt it!
As for the swallowing bucket, he is naturally qualified to accept it!
Click! Click! Click!
I don’t know how long the stalemate was, but the golden tornado on the competition court finally made a strange noise, like the sound of an eggshell shattering. The entire golden tornado collapsed top and bottom, and finally revealed the scene.
A large pit that has become more than 100 meters deep and five or six meters long appeared on the competition ground, with stones missing, and nowhere to go!
A man with disheveled heads stood in the field, with injuries everywhere on his shoulders, arms, and waist, but he was still standing proudly in the center of the competition venue. There was a deep sword mark on his left foot and the bones were almost visible, and there was still blood. But he was laughing, laughing freely and freely!
"I won! Hahaha!"
In front of him, Dongfang Yanyu knelt on one knee, the originally flowing white robe on his body was beyond recognition at this moment, and his wide sleeves burst into pieces, revealing his scarred arms. There was still only half of the sword in his hand. Although he tried hard to use the broken sword to stop himself from falling completely, he had already become confused when he lost too much blood.
"I lost...I actually...I lost..."
Dongfang Yanyu murmured for a few last words and then fell to the ground with a normal voice, completely losing consciousness, but until this moment, his right hand was still tightly holding the broken sword, and he did not let go of his hand.
"Swordman, you never abandon the sword, at least you are indeed a man in this regard."
Shang Zhengyu bowed to Dongfang Yanyu in accordance with the etiquette of the martial arts world. It has nothing to do with anything else. This is respect for a warrior!
"Brother Shang, you win!" Jiang Cui flew over Dongfang Jie and the others first. If there weren't so many people, and Shang Zhengyu was covered in blood, she might have rushed into Shang Zhengyu's arms immediately.
At this moment, her eyes were full of admiration, and she said loudly without any hesitation: "It's a pity that Sister Rouwei has started first, wuwu, what a good man!"
"What do you think of, little girl?" The embroidered lady glared at Jiang Cui, who was like a scheming person, and bowed to Shang Zhengyu at the same time with Wei Changge.
"Brother Shang's cultivation is amazing, which makes me eye-opener. After you recover from the injury, you can come and let me fulfill my promise at any time and play "Master Cen. Beiliang Yin" for you."
"Hahaha, that would be better." Shang Zhengyu laughed.
"Brother Shang, you are so amazing. I don't know how to describe my mood at this moment." Dongfang Jie bowed and smiled. He was the biggest winner here at this moment, but he was actually a little savory in his heart.
Although he has always been open-minded and never thinks he is the first person in the younger generation, he witnessed Shang Zhengyu's cultivation level far from him and was still unable to change his mind.
Such emotions not only exist in Dongfang Jie's heart, but most of the people present have such thoughts more or less in their hearts, but they all take it deeply in their hearts and use it as their motivation to become stronger in the future.
Others can do it, but why can't I?
At this moment, several white-robed swordsmen carrying swords walked into the competition venue. Their outfits were uniform, and the two swords were in a standard way. After coming in, they bowed to Dongfang Gu and Dongfang Jie, but ignored the others in the venue.
First, one glanced at Dongfang Yanyu that fell from the pit, then looked at Shang Zhengyu, with a trace of fear flashing in his eyes, and then said calmly: "We are ordered by the Great Elder to take Dongfang Yanyu back to heal the wound."
"That's it? If so, I think Dongfang Yanyu is the most suitable to recover from my house." Dongfang Jie naturally would not let Dongfang Chu take the person away so easily. He sneered and drove him away immediately: "You are not qualified to take Dongfang Yanyu away!"
"Second brother, then I'll come to pick up people in person, is it enough?"
I saw Dongfangchu slowly walking from a distance. Although he still had a smile on his face, how could he hide the unconcealed coldness between his eyes from Dongfang Jie?
When he got closer, Dongfangchu bowed to Dongfanggu and said, "Achu has met the third uncle."
"It's Achu." Dongfang Gu smiled. "You young people are chatting, I'm a little tired, so I'll go to the back hall to rest."
Hehe, Uncle San is really up to the truth!
Dongfang Ling and others laughed. With the presence of elders like Dongfang Gu, it is natural that Dongfang Jie cannot make it too difficult for Dongfang Chu to make things difficult for Dongfang Chu at this time. After all, the elders have to maintain the unity between the families. But if the third uncle leaves, the matter here will be solved by the younger generations themselves. As for the result... it depends on Dongfang Jie's determination.
To plot against others, you must be prepared to pay a sufficient price after being exposed, otherwise who will be good?
"Of course it's OK for brother to come and take someone." Dongfang Jie glanced at Jiang Cui and made a gesture to keep her calm for the time being. "There are many people here, so let's talk?"
"Okay!" Dongfang Chu naturally knew what Dongfang Jie meant, glanced at Shang Zhengyu, but saw Shang Zhengyu, who was originally sitting there and asked Jiang Cui to bandage her medicine, slapped her thigh!
"Brother Dongfang, remember to ask me for a bottle of the Dongfang family's Qixin Dan. Before I came, many friends have said this to me. It's not an exaggeration to give me a bottle."
Grandma, is there anyone who is so blatantly asking for things like you?
Just as he was about to turn around and leave, Dongfangchu's eyes suddenly twitched. He was about to speak and scold Shang Zhengyu for being ungrateful, he suddenly became stunned. "Qianxin Dan? You said Qixin Dan?"
"Yes." Shang Zhengyu looked innocent. "I heard that it was a good thing. The Dongfang family is rich and powerful. You see, I was also seriously injured under Dongfang Yanyu's men. The Dongfang family would not give me something to shock me."
I'll join you in! The Qixin Pill is a life-saving pill for the life and death of the Dongfang family. Do you think it's a big bottle of cabbage when you give it! Besides, why do you want it!
Dongfang Chugang was about to speak, but he heard Dongfang Jie laughing and replied: "My elder brother has always been generous. I have agreed to this little thing for him. If you look back, you will ask someone to help you get it back."
After saying that, Dongfang Jie looked at Dongfang Chu's deformed face with interest, and said in surprise: "Can you use up the Qixin Dan in your eldest brother's mansion? Let's do this, I will first draw a bottle from my inventory to Brother Shang, and then I will send it back to me by someone."
I xxx! You guys are joining forces to cheat me!
Dongfang Chuqi's face turned pale, but although some of the onlookers of the Dongfang family had already walked around, many people were still whispering to them.
"Qianxin Dan, this is a big deal."
"Hehe, brother, who is the one? A bottle of Seven Heart Pill, it's a little bit!"
"Well, I think so."
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Listening to these comments, Dongfang Chu immediately had the urge to vomit blood. He immediately let go of other thoughts and walked towards the inner hall without looking back.
I will bring you enough benefits, Brother Shang, please rest assured.
Dongfang Jie blinked at Shang Zhengyu and immediately laughed and left. Dongfang Chu in front of him paused obviously when he heard the laughter, and then the steps to leave were immediately faster.
Chapter completed!