The strength, courage, and courage displayed by Yan Shouyi, as well as the attitude of him and the followers of folk sects of the Folklore Research Association, are extremely satisfactory to everyone.
They couldn't bear to watch a rising star die in the hands of the evil monk Shikui.
If Yan Shouyi can survive this time, the successors of folk sects who admire and recognize him will continue to come to Rongcheng and join the Folklore Research Association.
Even those descendants of folk sects who have not joined the Folklore Research Association will know the name Yan Shouyi!
The heirs of folk sects will be united as never before!
The premise of all this is that Yan Shouyi can survive this time!
The demon monk Shi Kui jumped up and struck Yan Shouyi on the ground with a mighty force!
Yan Shouyi seemed to be seriously injured, and his left arm was directly paralyzed, completely useless.
Under everyone's attention, Shi Kui quickly fell, but Yan Shouyi could not move!
He tried to stand up, but fell down again!
Only then did everyone realize that Yan Shouyi's legs and ankles had been fractured, and his feet were bent at a distressing arc. It was obviously not enough for him to walk, let alone dodge Shi Kui's attack!
"It's over..."
There was a thump in everyone's hearts, as if some hope had been shattered.
Bang--
Shi Kui finally came down and punched Yan Shouyi on the body!
The force was so great that the surrounding dust was flying, and even under the heavy downpour, it could not calm down quickly!
"Brother Yan!"
Long Feicheng was shocked. If Weng Qianxiang hadn't stopped him, he might have rushed to the ring to save others.
"Calm down!" Wang Jixiang was equally nervous, but tried hard to control himself.
Apart from Yan Shouyi and Lin Zitong, he is the most eloquent person in the Folklore Research Association. Now that the two of them are silent, Wang Jiquang must shoulder this burden.
Agong gritted his teeth and said, "If Brother Yan is really defeated by the demon monk, it's still too late for us to take action now."
"If we all work together, we can stop the demon monk." Luo Ning said solemnly.
The elders of the Folklore Research Association were ready to make a move. Wang Jichang hesitated for a long time, but decided to stay rational.
"You can't take action!" He shouted in a deep voice, "We should believe Lao Yan."
When everyone heard this, their faces were a little ugly.
If it weren't for the stability of the team, everyone might have rushed out.
But now Yan Shouyi can't speak. If everyone doesn't obey Wang Jiquang, there will be more troubles in the Folklore Research Association in the future.
For the sake of the unity of the Folklore Research Association, everyone held back for the time being, but it was only for the time being. When the smoke cleared, if everyone saw Yan Shouyi's defeat with their own eyes, they would rush to the stage without hesitation.
"Old Yan..."
Wang Jixiang endured huge pressure and stared at the ring with his eyes: "Don't let me do something wrong..."
On the second floor of the pavilion, Zhuge Lian stared at the ring intently and said to himself: "The winner should be announced soon."
"Yan Shouyi, don't lose!" Zhuge Ji was so nervous that cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
Tian Jue'er's face was ashen.
Under the heavy rain, the smoke and dust quickly dispersed.
In the smoke and dust, there is a burly figure. From his posture, it can be seen that this guy seems to be "carrying" a person.
That's right, because of its huge size, it can hold a person's entire head with one hand. Carrying the head means carrying the entire person.
Everyone's breathing suddenly stopped, and the surroundings were so quiet that one could almost hear their heartbeats.
When the smoke and dust dispersed, the demon monk Shi Kui was seen standing among the ruins, holding Yan Shouyi's head with one hand.
Yan Shouyi's body seemed to have lost all vitality, and his limbs drooped limply without any resistance.
"Brother Yan..."
Tian Jueer couldn't help but cover her mouth.
Zhuge Lian sighed: "After all, he is not the person we are looking for."
"These bastards from the Red Flower Club..." Zhuge Ji cursed angrily.
The barrage in the live broadcast room exploded instantly!
[Pork rolls back and the immortal is unstable: Yan Shouyi...lost?]
[Lin Xiaojie: Is it possible for him to stand up?!]
[Fengchen Taoist: Yan Shouyi is extremely talented, but unfortunately he is too young. If he had been given a few more years, today's results would not be like this...]
【焄角旮旯: If he dies, I won’t be interested in the Folklore Research Society at all.】
[Uncle Fan has a labor insurance: Hey, when will a real leader emerge from our folk sect? 】
The barrage was filled with sighs and worries about the future of folk sects.
Everyone finally waited for a person worthy of entrusting their trust, but he died in the hands of the Red Flower Society.
God is jealous of talents!
Wu Jianchou, who was far away in Yuzhou, burst out laughing when he saw this scene in the live broadcast.
This is what happens when you go against the Red Flower Society!
He patted Chief Teng on the shoulder and said: "Clan Chief Teng, it seems that your ultimate Gu is temporarily useless!"
Xiong Tengya breathed a sigh of relief.
Jue Gu is very powerful, but Xiong Teng still doesn't want to risk his own life. If Shi Kui can kill Yan Shouyi, that is the best result.
Wu Tianfeng was extremely happy at this time. Seeing Yan Shouyi's pitiful appearance, he laughed and mocked on the spot:
"What a bullshit descendant of Lu Ban, what a bullshit folklore research association, in front of our Red Flower Society, they are not a bunch of rabble! What a pity, what a pity, you died in the second game, and you couldn't wait until I, Wu Tianfeng, came to power. I, Wu Tianfeng, killed
You are like killing a dog, but there is no chance to kill you!"
Everyone is dead. No matter how much Wu Tianfeng taunts him, the dead will not speak back, let alone come back from the dead to fight back.
So Wu Tianfeng directly vented all the resentment in his stomach.
At this time, a stone as big as a fist suddenly flew towards Wu Tianfeng.
Wu Tianfeng noticed it early, took it with his bare hands, crushed it into powder, and looked coldly towards the direction of the flying stone.
"Shut up!!!"
Long Feicheng's face was ashen, he pointed at Wu Tianfeng and shouted: "I'll kill you!!"
Wu Tianfeng asked: "Why don't you give priority to killing Shi Kui? He is the one who killed your president!"
"I can't beat him!" Long Feicheng was very self-aware.
Wu Tianfeng's face suddenly darkened: "Do I look... easy to kill?"
"At least it looks easy to kill!"
Long Feicheng directly pulled out the Weiwei Sword, as if he wanted to fight Wu Tianfeng desperately.
The other elders of the Folklore Research Association, although they did not curse anyone, they also maintained their posture silently.
Yan Shouyi is dead, everything is meaningless.
Then go on a killing spree and let all the people from the Red Flower Society stay here!
This scene was all captured by the live broadcast camera.
Li Chongxi, who was far away in Chang'an, sighed silently at the camera.
"They all got together because of Yan Shouyi. Yan Shouyi is their backbone."
"Once Yan Shouyi dies, it will be difficult for civil sects to unite."
"I am indeed right. Only Yan Shouyi has the ability to unite everyone!!"