Xu Weiyang fell next to Zhao Chenglong, his eyes dark and unobstructed.

"Don't be discouraged."

He patted Zhao Chenglong on the shoulder: "It's just that skill is not as good as humans, there's nothing to be ashamed of."

This sentence seems to be contradictory, just like Xu Weiyang's mood at this moment, but no one cares.

"puff!"

Zhao Chenglong shook his body a few times, opened his mouth again and sprayed a mouthful of boiling blood. The already turbulent and unstable energy slid down straightly, and in the blink of an eye it fell to the bottom.

The hot white mist enveloped Zhao Chenglong's whole body, and his body shrank rapidly. In just two or three seconds, he transformed from a burly and majestic giant man back to the handsome young man with a well-proportioned body.

"I'm sorry, uncle."

Zhao Chenglong withdrew his gaze and said hoarsely: "I am too weak. Even if I try my best, I can't even fulfill my master's last wish."

After listening to Zhao Chenglong's words, the disciples of the Yaori Sect around them all felt a little empathetic, their eyes flushed and their heads were hanging down without saying a word.

"No, the opponent is too strong."

Upon hearing this, Xu Weiyang forced a smile on his gloomy face and comforted him: "And, the reason for this is that I made such a mistake in calculations. I underestimated Lin Chong's strength, which led to you making a fool of yourself in public. Even if you want to apologize, I should do it."

Zhao Chenglong nodded silently and shook his head again.

His left hand was still dripping blood, and the pain became stronger and stronger, but he seemed to be unaware of it, as if the person who was injured was not himself.

Compared with the inner frustration and guilt, what is a mere physical pain?

"The competition is over, we don't need to stay here, let's go."

Xu Weiyang glanced at Zhao Chenglong's broken arm, then winked at Gong Yuanlong next to him, and walked towards the exit of the square first.

The other disciples of the Yaori Sect were as if they were pardoned, and quickly supported Zhao Chenglong and followed Xu Weiyang's footsteps.

Every extra second stay here is a huge torment for them.

As an ally of the Yaori Sect, the Wuji Sect also felt dull and, under Gong Yuanlong, left the square with Yaori Sect.

Gong Yuanlong still understands the principle that the lips are dead and the teeth are cold.

Even if he was dissatisfied with Xu Weiyang in his heart and believed that the latter had let down his trust, he could only barely suppress the anger in his chest and pinch his nose to admit the account.

The crowded crowd made a clear path and watched the Yaori Sect and Wujimen go further and further.

"I heard that the reason why Wuji Sect agreed to form an alliance with the Yaori Sect was to snipe the Lord Lin Chong. This result may disappoint them?" A well-informed warrior gloated.

"The senior brother of Wuji Sect, Ling Feiyu, was beaten to death by Lord Lin Chong in public. It is normal for them to take revenge."

Another warrior shook his head and sighed: "It's just that Lord Lin Chong is too strong. He has obviously fought for three games, but he still maintains such powerful power. It's simply terrifying and incredible."

"Du Wusheng, who fought invincible all over the capital back then, is probably just like that."

"I have a premonition that the last one is the real fierce battle."

"Your Excellency Xu Jing is the senior brother in front of Zhenwu Sect. He inherited the mantle of Du Wusheng. He entered the realm of the Grand Master of Danjin many years ago and fought all his peers invincible hands. I wonder which one is better, he or Mr. Lin Chong?"

The warriors whispered and discussed happily.

However, when they were talking, they did not mention the defeated Wang Mu and Zhao Chenglong at all, even though they were amazing prides of heaven.

Since ancient times, the success of kings and defeats of bandits, and only the victors will be remembered and praised by the world. The so-called defeat is still glorious, but it is just the self-comfort of the losers.

On the ring, Lin Chong retracted his fist, and the surface of his body was filled with mist, especially the top of his head.

After hitting Zhao Chenglong with one punch, his momentum increased instead of decreasing, and his quiet and deep eyes were shining brightly, flashing with a cold divine light that looked down on him.

The general trend has come true.

First defeat Wang Hongfu, then defeat Wang Mu, and then defeat Zhao Chenglong.

With the momentum of destroying the dead and destruction, Lin Chong reached the most perfect state in a row, regardless of strength, will or spirit.

At this time, even if the old monsters such as Xiao Shitong, Lu Guichen, Chen Hanzhou ended in person, Lin Chong believed that he had a certain chance of winning.

Lin Chong looked around and looked for Xu Jing's figure.

As far as the sight was reached, the unruly warriors bowed their heads, and no one dared to look at him.

Surprisingly, Xu Jing disappeared, and it seemed that he had never appeared since the beginning.

Of course, Lin Chong did not think that Xu Jing would escape at the last minute. With Xu Jing's proud personality, he would be more uncomfortable than killing him.

Not only Lin Chong is looking for Xu Jing, but the same is true for the warriors in the square.

"Where did you go to Mr. Xu Jing? Why didn't you see him?"

"Maybe he thinks he is not his opponent of Lord Lin Chong, so he left early?"

"How is it possible? If he does that, what qualifications are there to be as the deputy leader of the Martial Arts League? We warriors are strong and can lose to our opponents, but we cannot escape challenges!"

"Some time ago, did you fight with Your Excellency Lin Chong? The two are equal and equal. Maybe Your Excellency Xu Jing has delayed it."

"If you want me to tell me, he is clearly putting on airs and deliberately leaving His Excellency Lin Chong!"

"Yes, it must be like this!"

"What qualifications do he have to show off his character in so many strong men?"

More and more warriors were impatient, complaining one by one, and the noise became louder and louder, and the situation was vaguely showing signs of losing control.

The members of the Martial Arts League who were responsible for maintaining order around the square were tense, as if they were facing a great enemy, staring at some irritable warriors, ready to take action to suppress them at any time.

Pang Jun, who was standing near the ring, frowned and looked at a martial arts cadre next to him: "Let them be quiet."

"yes!"

The Martial Alliance cadre bowed to take the order and quickly retreated into the crowd.

Xu Jing is the core senior executive of the Wu League. Insulting Xu Jing is insulting the Wu League. Even if his position is different, Pang Jun must maintain Xu Jing's dignity.

Lin Zhong, one of the parties involved, was not affected by the noise at all, and still stood with his hands down, his expression was as indifferent as water, and he was waiting calmly.

With Pang Jun's order, some of the most jumping warriors in the crowd received a warning and immediately stopped and did not dare to continue fanning the flames.

The noise gradually became smaller without the people who took the lead in causing trouble.

At this moment, Lin Chong suddenly felt something, his eyes turned and looked above the National Museum of Beijing.

The Beijing National Museum has nine floors, which are more than 100 meters high. Its appearance is full of classical charm, with heavy and elegant coexisting. It is very eye-catching among a group of modern buildings.
Chapter completed!