Five days later, the sounds of chaotic footsteps resounded in the martial arts arena that had been silent for several days. The forty-eight Haizi and their entourage who were ready to go now had become thirty-seven. One of them was looking expectantly at the still lying still.
The big fish is motionless on the martial arts stage.
Several officials quickly stepped onto the martial arts stage. One of them shook his head and said, "It's no longer possible. He's obviously dead. Look at his body, it's all dehydrated and withered."
The young man with hopeful eyes was so happy when he heard this that he almost jumped up from the team for joy.
The official squatted down, opened the big fish's eyelids, and blew into it hard.
"Huh? The secret of true martial arts?" Shi Yu, who was pretending to be dead, was extremely confused. What did he mean by blowing into his eyeballs without checking his pulse or breathing? Anyway, someone was already probing, so Shi Yu couldn't bear it any longer and rolled his eyes slightly.
He let out a weak breath, pretending to be tenacious until now.
"Ah?~" There were long exclamations from all around, and the official who inspected the big fish was even more astonished. He looked back at the excited young man and shook his head slightly.
The young man was standing on tiptoe to look out, and when he saw the official shaking his head, he immediately dropped his head in frustration and stamped his foot on the ground.
"He's not dead?" Another official squatted beside him and stretched out his hand to feel the big fish's pulse. Only then did Shi Yu realize that the one who blew the air was just a bastard. He jumped out to check whether the big fish was alive or dead. In fact, he wanted to directly determine the big fish's life.
He is dead, leaving a spot for the guy who bribed him.
"Take it with you! Let's see if his life is strong or not!" The later official stood up and called on a few attendants to lift the big fish (Shi Yu) and threw it into a carriage. Soon he embarked on a bumpy journey to the war.
The road to the hospital.
The journey at first was uneventful and peaceful. The Haiwu City group wandered around for more than ten days before they merged with several other teams, and together they speeded up and hurriedly headed towards the west.
Shi Yu was lying in the car pretending to be half-dead. Occasionally, he heard the sounds of officials discussing outside the car. It seemed that he was not very satisfied with the selection, and he was afraid that Master Zhanyuan would be angry and would not be satisfied. When there were sparse lamentations
Yu ignored it at all. It was none of his business. It didn't matter what he did.
Unexpectedly, on this day, a group of people finally stopped and were stationed in a remote suburb when a huge roar shook the sky: "What's the point of doing this kind of waste! Throw it away! Throw it all away! Buwu Zhanyuan is not
Tzu Chi, how can there be so many miraculous medicines to treat these wastes!"
The team of several hundred people suddenly fell silent, all frightened by the loud voice.
"But...Master Wusheng, we sent it according to the usual practice in previous years. This is also the rule..." A thin voice protested.
"Hmph, I'm just a rule! If I didn't see how diligent you fat pigs are, I'd even crush you to death and throw them away!"
No one dared to refute. Shi Yu was shocked and thought to himself: Who is going to throw away this loud voice? It can't be me!
Before his thoughts fell, several people had already run to Shi Yu, dragged him up and threw him into the grass. Shi Yu recognized that one of them was the young man whom the official greeted. He looked at the embarrassed appearance of Big Fish (Shi Yu).
Ban Ya laughed out loud.
"Other trash! Give them to me
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Come here! I don’t have time to wait for you!” The loud voice sounded again, and the smiling young man actually made a face towards Big Fish (Shi Yu) and ran away happily.
"No way! I've been pretending to be dead for so long, so I just threw him on the roadside?" Shi Yu tried to get up in a hurry, but his body, which had not been healed for a long time, was unable to support him, so he just lay on the ground sucking dirt.
The sounds in his ears gradually became lower and lower, and Shi Yu became anxious. He couldn't just lie down and wait for the person to leave. Wouldn't all his efforts be in vain?
Before Shi Yu could come up with any good ideas, someone who was also seriously injured had already tried his best to shout out his dissatisfaction.
"Lord Martial Saint! It's against the rules! We are also the chosen ones, so we should be admitted to the hospital!" As soon as the voice fell, a majestic figure flew past the head, covering most of the sky.
"Boom"! There was a loud bang, and Wu Sheng's roar rang out again, "Who has any objection? Who dares to say that he is a genius? If you don't respect the decree of the court, you will be beaten to death by me and you will not have the chance to see the Holy God!"
The man who spoke with all his strength just now was completely silent. Shi Yu smiled bitterly in his heart. Everyone knew that the man had been hacked to death by the furious Martial Saint.
The Zhenwu natives who were not afraid of life and death were also shocked by Wu Sheng's last words. The other disabled geniuses who still had the strength to speak out also fell silent. It was too scary not to be afraid of death and not seeing the Holy God. The one with the highest status at the scene was Wu Sheng. His words
It is the will of the Holy Spirit.
"I don't follow the holy will! I don't accept it!" The angry Martial Saint was about to step into the temporary teleportation array when another, weaker but stronger voice of resistance sounded. There is no shortage of heroes in the true martial arts world.
"Huh?" Wu Sheng frowned, flew back, landed next to the injured number who spoke, and punched him again.
"This bastard didn't even give him a chance to say more!" Shi Yu said angrily in his heart. He had already seen that the young man who spoke had a figure comparable to that of a martial saint, with thick eyebrows and big eyes. He was quite powerful, but it was a pity that
His broken body was lying on the ground, which greatly weakened his power. Otherwise, he could stand up and compete with the Martial Saint as the Foreign Minister.
Seeing that the sturdy young man was about to die under the martial arts fist again, Shi Yu's eyes lit up, and he shouted "Holy God" with fake grief and anger! He immediately twitched a few times and pretended to have completely passed out.
No matter how violent a man is in the true martial arts world, he will be in awe when he hears the call to the Holy God. The same is true for the Martial Saint. His fist was slightly hesitant, he glanced at Shi Yu, and then continued to fall. He made up his mind.
After solving the problem in front of you, go and kill that trash who shouted nonsense, and see who dares to talk nonsense!
How could the young man's seriously injured body withstand the pressure of Wu Sheng's fist? The sound of "crackling" muscles and bones exploding when the fist was still two feet away from the body was already continuous. He did not feel the sorrow of dying. All
None of the Zhenwu natives face the fear of death.
He closed his eyes calmly, followed the example of Big Fish (Shi Yu), and softly shouted: Holy Spirit! He made the last prayer in his life.
"Whoosh"! A chill flashed through, and Wu Sheng's fist stopped half a foot away from the young man's body. A deep blood groove was carved on his fist, and it went along the back of his hand to his neck, cutting off several thick strands.
In the neck muscles, blood surges like a spring.
Wu Sheng is still shocked
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Suddenly, another chill climbed up his belly and rushed towards his heart.
"Wow!" Wu Sheng let out a strange cry, withdrew his fist and retreated hastily, the look of horror on his face could no longer be concealed.
All the ordinary bureaucrats standing by had no idea what was going on. They saw Wu Sheng failed to kill, suddenly bleeding all over his body, and running away like a ghost.
"This is..." someone asked himself inexplicably.
"The Holy God! The Holy God has appeared! The Holy God has appeared!" Da Yu (Shi Yu), who had been lying on the ground just now and pretending to be dead, now sat up as if he was having a flashback, pointed at the mighty man with his remaining arm and shouted loudly,
After a few sounds, he rolled his eyes and fainted again.
The big man forced himself to sit up and looked at his body that was almost broken to pieces. Then he looked at the Martial Saint who was still far away. He clenched his fists against his chest, slowly closed his eyes, and prayed devoutly: Holy Spirit
God~
The Martial Saint had no idea why this was happening. An inexplicable force was entangled with him. Although it seemed extremely weak, the damage it caused was extremely terrifying. Blood grooves opened ferociously on the body, which was stronger than fine steel.
He was grinning like a demon. It wasn't until he ran a hundred miles away that the mysterious power suddenly disappeared.
The frightened Wu Sheng turned around and looked into the distance, his eyes bright.
The appearance of the mighty young man praying devoutly was so sacred in his eyes.
Hesitating, Wu Sheng didn't know whether he should return to the middle of the team immediately. He didn't know whether the anger of the Holy God had been completely subsided. One by one, the injured warriors who should be abandoned struggled to sit up and put on the same posture as the young man.
posture, and softly recited the honorific title of the Holy Spirit.
The officials who were still standing aside and the warriors who were not ready to join the battle looked at each other in confusion, not knowing what to do.
Worshiping the Holy God every day, who has actually seen the Holy God perform miracles? But the scene in front of them couldn't help but question them.
As the first warrior knelt down, no one dared to have any more doubts. The temporary post station for picking up and transporting the warriors suddenly turned into a holy altar for praying to heaven and worshiping the saints.
Wu Sheng stared at all this from a distance, looked down at his condensed wounds, took a long breath, and shot back.
Shi Yu no longer had the strength to wake up. His soul, which was already seriously injured, now had more than a thousand finger-deep cracks. This time, he had no chance to lay down hundreds of inferior protective formations.
Blocking Tianqi's impact is entirely dependent on the golden and jade soul.
The Martial Saint was frightened away by the few strands of spiritual thoughts he clung to, while he himself suffered a thousand times more damage.
The only good thing is that Wu Sheng has only seen Tianyi attack and kill monks from outside the world, but he has never been attacked by Tianyi. He never thought that someone could release his spiritual thoughts under Tianyi's tiger gaze and injure the enemy.
Two fight in a way that costs them thousands.
As Wu Sheng returned safely, the short prayer came to an end.
Wu Sheng looked at the mighty young man in silence, and the young man glared at him without fear.
"Take them all, let's go!" Wu Sheng meditated for a moment, looked up at the sky, nodded slightly and said in a deep voice, calling for other warriors to carry or carry dozens of injured people into the teleportation array.