At this moment, Yin Wutian grabbed the broken piece of cement in front of him with his hands, and then crushed it into powder.
At this moment, he was in a miserable state. He no longer had the air and demeanor of a master before. His long hair was messy, his white clothes were stained with blood, and there was blood hanging from the corner of his mouth!
He is the Holy Son, and he was also a former Saint, but now he is so bullied by two young people and two younger generations who obviously have no aura of the Holy Son?
And it is still live broadcast, which is equivalent to being in front of the whole country.
It's not just the problem of his injury, it's just about saving face. After all, he is the one who challenges Luo Wuji, forcing Luo Wuji to take action, and wants to crush Luo Wuji.
The result is what it looks like now.
"you!"
"We!"
"two!"
"indivual!"
Yin Wutian gritted his teeth and roared word for word, the surging magic power in his body roared like thunder.
But the next moment, Ye Shuangshuang kicked hard and stepped directly on Yin Wutian's back!
"Crack!"
"Wow!"
Yin Wutian spurted out a mouthful of blood.
"I'm asking you something."
"Aren't you going to fight?"
"Don't you want to fight?" Ye Shuangshuang looked like he would not forgive the other party and was aggressive!
But Yin Wutian's face turned red and he couldn't answer a word.
He had been seriously injured just now, and his divine ring had been destroyed.
But just now I wanted to fight tooth and nail and die together.
Forcibly mobilizing the power within the body, wanting to die together with the other party.
As a result, he kicked him down, and now he doesn't even have the strength to move a finger.
The gap is so big that the gap in strength is almost irreparable.
At this moment, Yin Wutian felt chills running down his spine and was frightened.
Who are these two people?
Why is there such a master around Luo Wuji?
But before he had time to think about it, Wei Ziqing had already landed in front of him with murderous intent.
The concrete floor was crumbling, and the crumbled cement stones were shaking constantly, making his whole body crackle as he was pressed.
This is the momentum and murderous intention oppressing him.
"war?"
"War letter?"
"Are you worthy of Yin Wutian?"
"Even Zhuang Xiao and Xia Yugui are not qualified to say this in front of my teacher!"
As soon as these words came out, Yin Wutian was suddenly stunned. He raised his eyes with all his strength and looked at Luo Chen with an incredible look.
"You are"
"You are two young Chinese people who defeated the major saints in the holy city and became the hegemons?"
"Could it be that Luo Wuji is the holy master?" Yin Wutian lost his voice at this moment.
His voice was not loud, but it was enough for the people present to hear clearly.
It was enough for those who broadcast the live broadcast to pick up the audio and let everyone in the country know about it.
Silence, continuous silence!
Even Mu Waner, who had been in Zuixian Tower, frowned slightly, looking a little surprised.
After a full minute, the people watching the live broadcast exploded.
"Luo Wuji is the holy master who has caused a lot of trouble these days?"
"Those two people are his apprentices?"
"How is this possible?"
And everyone at the scene was in an uproar.
"Yes, it's us!"
"The person you keep saying you want to challenge is the rumored Holy Master." Wei Ziqing snorted coldly, but his murderous intent never diminished.
"Now, do you still want to challenge?"
"Now, do you, including all of you, still think that my teacher is avoiding war?"
"You Yin Wutian can't even catch one of our moves, yet you dare to challenge our teacher?"
"We are just the teacher's registered disciples. You can't even catch a move from our teacher's registered disciples, yet you dare to challenge our teacher?" Ye Shuangshuang looked at Yin Wutian on the ground with cold eyes.
"But it is said that you should be the Holy Son, but you clearly know"
"Is the Holy Son great?" Wei Ziqing interrupted Yin Wutian directly.
"Holy Son?"
"You are the Holy Son, so why have you fallen now?"
"I'm just asking you, does he have the right to say he's not interested in you now?"
"Do you think he is avoiding the fight because he is afraid of you?" Ye Shuangshuang looked angry. She had always respected Luo Chen. If anyone disrespected Luo Chen, she would fight to the death!
Are you eligible?
Does this require an answer?
He is a Saint Master!
His two named disciples are invincible in the Holy City, let alone Yin Wutian?
He couldn't even defeat Luo Wuji's registered disciple, so why did Luo Wuji need to avoid fighting, and why did he need to be afraid of him?
It's just that Yin Wutian just said in front of everyone that Luo Wuji was afraid of him. How to say this?
"Boom!"
Another hard kick.
Ye Shuangshuang raised his foot and stepped on Yin Wutian's face.
"Let me ask you, do you have the qualifications to challenge?"
At this moment, Yin Wutian felt that his anger was about to explode.
He hasn't spoken yet.
But the next moment, boom!
Ye Shuangshuang kicked it down again.
"What's my question to you?"
"Mute?"
"Still deaf?"
Boom!
Another hard kick.
Moreover, Wei Ziqing's murderous intention is so monstrous that it is almost materialized.
"He does have the qualifications to have no interest in me."
"It's not like he's afraid of me." Yin Wutian said, his teeth almost broken.
"Boom!" Kicked down again.
"Are you giving in?"
"I thought your Yin Wutian bones were as proud as you are as a human being?"
"It turns out you will give in too."
"Threatening to look down on modern people?"
"Listen up, the people stepping on you now are modern people!"
"If I were to live as old as you and still fight to survive the tribulation of the saint, I would have committed suicide long ago."
This sentence is particularly harsh!
It directly hit Yin Wutian's weakness, and even the weakness of all the Holy Sons.
Even the holy son of the Jiang family couldn't sit still at this moment, and he was also watching the live broadcast.
"Presumptuous!" He roared angrily, like thunder from the sky, and his voice directly reached the sky above Longdu.
Because the saint's calamity mentioned by Ye Shuangshuang is the reason why they are rebuilding at this moment.
The so-called Son of God sounds glorious and sounds good.
But anyone who really knows the inside story knows it.
The Son is the loser among saints!
Otherwise, how could he be defeated or die?
This is like failing a test and repeating the grade directly. However, Shengzi was even more straightforward and went straight back to kindergarten from university to repeat his studies.
And Yin Wutian failed twice in a row.
Strictly speaking, in the eyes of those who know the inside story, the Holy Son is a group of losers.
But Ye Shuangshuang ignored the holy son of the Jiang family for the time being, and continued to look at Yin Wutian.
"Still looking down on modern people?"
"Don't you think modern people are all weaklings?"
"You, Yin Wutian, are now being stepped on by a weakling. Are you worse than a weakling?" Ye Shuangshuang's expression was cold, and her words were extremely harsh.
"Get up, aren't you Yin Wutian going to challenge my teacher Luo Wuji?" Ye Shuangshuang sarcastically said again.
At this moment, Yin Wutian simply buried his head in the pit and did not look up.
What else is there to say?
He lost.
Can't take a single move.
And Ye Shuangshuang looked at those people in the crowd again.
"Why are you making irresponsible remarks about my teacher?"
"Afraid?"
"Are my teachers afraid of someone who can't even take one of our moves?"