Everyone's shock finally calmed down after a long time.
The fat warrior looked at Ye Junlin with both hatred and fear in his heart. He was hating that Ye Junlin actually defeated Luo Chen, but he was afraid that Ye Junlin would turn his head and strike him with a sword because he was jealous of the killing.
He doesn't want to die!
The fat warrior stood tremblingly, feeling at a loss for a moment.
Ye Junlin turned his head and said to the fat warrior: "Hey, have you forgotten something?"
"Ah——" The fat warrior saw the look in Ye Junlin's eyes, as if struck by lightning, and said tremblingly: "No. 1... the arena... Ye... Junlin... advances."
As soon as the fat warrior's announcement came down, an uproar immediately broke out in the Donglai Square.
The powerful Luo Chen was defeated by a young man with little reputation after dozens of rounds. This was really hard for them to accept.
"Quiet--" The fat warrior finally returned to his original domineering attitude after taking countless deep breaths. He shouted loudly: "The game is still going on. Before the winner is decided, why are you arguing?
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The competition that was originally terminated due to the battle between Ye Junlin and Luo Chen returned to normal after the fat warrior's shout. Although everyone's hearts were surging like a rushing river at the moment. But in order to achieve good results, the young people still
I temporarily suppressed my shock and concentrated on the game.
The nine arenas became heated again, and the fierce competition started again.
Ye Junlin found a corner and sat down quietly.
At this moment, the ghost ghost in the 'Red Ghost Golden Mirror' became 'restless' again.
"What's wrong?" Ye Junlin asked coldly.
"I hope you can help me with two things." Guiyou said.
"Hmph!" Ye Junlin snorted coldly: "You don't seem to understand the current situation. You are huddled in the 'Red Ghost Golden Mirror'. What qualifications do you have to order me?"
"Okay." When Ye Junlin said it, Guiyou's aura suddenly dropped: "I beg you."
"Begging me? What's the benefit to me?" Ye Junlin refused.
"I am willing to hand over all the 'mysterious arts' contained in the 'Red Ghost Golden Mirror' to you." Guiyou seemed to have made a lot of determination.
"Let's talk." The expression on Ye Junlin's face did not change at all.
Seeing Ye Junlin like this, Guiyou frowned sternly, as if he had made a greater determination: If you help me, I am willing to be your slave and follow you for life."
"Oh?" Ye Junlin seemed to be interested.
"It sounds good." Ye Junlin immediately said thoughtfully: "But it's just empty talk. Who knows if you will change your mind."
"I am willing to dedicate my 'natal soul' to you. If you die, I will die with you." Guiyou said solemnly, trembling all over.
"This sounds pretty good. Come on, give me your 'natal soul'." Ye Junlin looked like a naughty child.
The 'native soul' is equivalent to half the soul of a warrior. Giving the 'native soul' to others is equivalent to handing your life into the hands of others.
In the 'Red Ghost Golden Mirror', a black light group slowly emerged. This light group was like a bright black pearl, extremely dazzling.
Ye Junlin did not accept it immediately. Instead, he asked the White Wolf King in the 'Spiritual Beast Jade Talisman': "Xiao Bai, is there any problem with this 'born soul'?"
In the 'Spiritual Beast Jade Talisman', a ray of spiritual thought from the White Wolf King quickly seeped out. This ray of spiritual thought slowly flashed on Guiyou's 'natal soul', as if it was scanning for something.
"Master, no problem, it is an extremely pure 'natal soul'." said the White Wolf King.
"good."
A powerful suction force instantly appeared in Ye Junlin's sea of consciousness. Guiyou's 'natal soul' was like a black light, and was instantly sucked into Ye Junlin's eyebrows.
"Tell me. What do you want to do?" Ye Junlin asked.
"First, when I enter the exit of the corridor '** Pass' again, I always feel that there is something there, calling me."
"Okay." Ye Junlin nodded and asked, "What about the second one?"
"Secondly, I hope you can find a chance to kill that 'Luo Chen'. I want to take over his body." Guiyou said, with some excitement in his old voice.
"Both of these two things are possible, but it will take some time until I have a firm foothold in the 'Purple Cloud Sea'." Ye Junlin thought for a moment and then said.
"Okay, I've been waiting for nearly a thousand years, and it's just a few days." After Guiyou finished speaking, he cut off the soul connection between the two.
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On the nine competition stages, the battle is gradually coming to an end.
After a fierce fight among the ninety warriors, the winner was finally decided.
Li Mu fought very hard, and finally spent his last breath knocking the last opponent off the ring.
The other eight people who advanced were not much better than Li Mu. They had almost exhausted their profound energy through the continuous fighting, and some of them were even stained.
As soon as the battle ended, these people immediately sat cross-legged on the ring without any hesitation, racing against time to restore their profound energy.
But, how much can be recovered in such a short time?
Not everyone, like Ye Junlin, has such heaven-defying mystical skills as "Sword God Art".
"Those who have advanced, gather in this arena." The fat warrior shouted quickly when he saw that the winner was decided in each arena.
Among the ten warriors, some were tired, some were relaxed, some were nervous, and some were indifferent. No matter what, whether they were willing or unwilling, they all finally gathered on the '8th' ring.
"The following is the most exciting 'final battle'. The rules are the same as the previous round, a big melee. The last three people left behind are the 'top three' of this selection." After the fat warrior said,
Turned around and got off the stage.
Ye Junlin silently walked up to Li Mu and blocked him behind him.
Seeing the situation, the other eight warriors looked at each other one after another. Without agreement or words, they waved their weapons and fought towards Ye Junlin in a tacit understanding.
Ye Jun's face was as cold as ice, motionless as a mountain. The sword in his hand was quietly placed across his chest, and the endless sword energy surged, stirring up endless fierce winds.
Ye Junlin waved his sword and took action.
The remaining eight warriors had almost exhausted their profound energy in the battle just now. Facing Ye Junlin's attack, they had no room to resist at all, and were struck one by one by the strong wind stirred by the sword energy.
Blow out of the ring.
The whole place was in an uproar!
Li Mu, who was hiding behind Ye Junlin, saw the situation and hurriedly shouted: "I surrender." Then he silently walked off the ring.
Ye Junlin was the only one left on the stage.
Only the king will stand till the end!
When the fat warrior saw this scene, his face twitched slightly. Then he slowly walked onto the ring and announced: "In this selection, the first place: Ye Junlin; the second place: Li Mu; the third place.
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The fat warrior looked at the eight warriors lying on the ground like dead pigs, with a slight embarrassment on his face.
"Who is this third place?" the fat warrior asked doubtfully.
"Brother Guan, it's the one who fell last." A warrior who looked like a 'little brother' reminded him.
"Oh." After the fat warrior heard this, he immediately said: "Third place, Zhao Qing."
The seven 'corpses' on the ground cast envious glances at the other 'corpse'.
"Hiding at the end is indeed beneficial!" The warrior named 'Zhao Qing' secretly rejoiced in his heart.
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On the competition stage, the 'Master of the Human Demon Hall' saw this scene and stood up with satisfaction. Before leaving, he said a few words: "Then Ye Junlin belongs to me, and the rest is up to you...