Looking at Wu Jin who rushed over like a burning jade, Yang Fanhai made a decision.

A crazy and even stupid decision: he wants to end the battle in the most direct and concise way like a warrior. Fight hard, either Wu Jin will lose or lose himself.

Although Wu Jin, who had lost his mind, was already full of flaws in his eyes, the unwillingness and loneliness in the other person's eyes made him want to sigh inexplicably.

With one step of stability, he turned around and looked back, and stabbed directly with a beheading shot.

All of them were fighting with jade and stones, which made everyone hold their breath, and then they heard a roar: "Wu Jin, kill him, Wu Jin, kill him!"

They were disciples of those aristocratic families, including Deng Yuanwu and Luo Liu. They all had the same fate and were abandoned by their families. They once thought they were nobles in the clan and were superior, but reality told them that in the hearts of the clan, they were just the ones who were reserved.

With the same fate, they can understand the grief in Wu Jin's eyes and the helplessness mixed between the roar.

I thought I could cross this hurdle and wait for the Qingyun Road. Unfortunately, Yang Fanhai appeared, which stretched his goal a little further, and could hardly see it again.

"Wu Jin, kill him!" Deng Yuanwu's rough voice was buzzing like a heavy drum.

Luo Liu also yelled loudly, whether it was empathy or because he was eliminated too early by Yang Fanhai, he was allowed to stand on Wu Jin's side.

Noisy and noisy could not affect Yang Fanhai at this moment. He heard the roar of the most furious beast in the jungle, and none of this was nothing.

At this moment, he only had that opponent in his eyes.

While activating the owl's gun technique to the extreme, he also held his breath and immersed his mind in it.

He didn't want to kill the other party, so if he got an advantage, he had to retract the black spear as soon as possible, otherwise the huge force would directly shatter Wu Jin.

He has not fully mastered the beheading technique, but he is less than 50% sure. But this is no longer important. Since the other party has the determination to burn both of them, he will fulfill his wish.

He rushed over with his Fiery Dragon Shield, and the flames turned out to be like a meteor.

The black spear spear cyclone surrounded it, full of power, as if a comet was passing by in the sky.

In the blink of an eye, the gun and the shield rushed together in the simplest way. The two of them's true energy and internal force rushed wildly in the most primitive way, which caused a strong wind to roar on the stone platform, whistling around.

"Bang!"

With a loud bang, the Fox Dragon Shield seemed like a fireball with its energy burning out. Under the terrible attack of the black spear, it shattered and turned into inch by inches of debris and flew towards all directions.

The weapon was broken and the shouts came to an abrupt end. Everyone knew that for Wu Jin, his battle was over. Without the Xiaolong Shield, the Wu family disciples did not have the need to continue fighting.

But for Yang Fanhai, his battle has just begun.

The magic power of the Owlhead gun had not disappeared. After shattering the Owllong shield, Ruo Poison Dragon Iron Diamond killed Wu Jin's chest.

Yang Fanhai put all his strength into retrieving the black spear, but unfortunately, the time has not arrived, so how can he do it in this moment?

Wu Jin seemed to have accepted his fate, closed his eyes, and gave up resistance, waiting for the black spear to penetrate him.

At the critical moment, Yang Fanhai shouted loudly, pushed his left hand outward, and retracted his right hand, regardless of the internal force flow, causing the meridians in his body to spasm, and he forced the trajectory of the bellhead shooting technique to change.

Perhaps not many have changed, but it is enough to save Wu Jin's life.

The spear head wiped the other person's face and stroked it. The force was chaotic and the body felt extremely uncomfortable. The aftermath of the bellows spear technique was dangerous, and a rotating force suddenly appeared in the turbulent flow.

The spear swung, and Yang Fanhai quickly turned around. The spear swept across and the rod directly hit Wu Jin.

"ah!"

The attack was extremely powerful, and Wu Jin let out a cry of pain, flew up high and landed in the distance.

He turned over and coughed up blood. He wanted to stand up again, but he couldn't do it. He looked pale and obviously had suffered extremely serious internal injuries.

The entire stone platform suddenly became quiet, and there was no need to say much about the result. Many disciples of aristocratic families clenched their fists, extremely unwilling to accept it, as if they were the ones who were defeated on the stone platform.

However, the eyes of Cuiwei disciples looking at Wu Jin were filled with disdain. They stepped into the Qi Refining Stage one by one and used the mysterious method, but actually lost to a person who purely used martial arts.

Such people are a shame for practitioners.

At this moment, they did not think about what would happen if they met Yang Fanhai in the same realm. They just looked down on Wu Jin thousands of times in their hearts, and they almost shouted out the word "waste".

Wu Jin did not fall off the stone platform, and he did not lie down at this moment. The Cuiwei disciple who was in charge of the presidency could not pronounce the verdict, so he could only continue watching from the side.

Yang Fanhai, who was concentrating his breathing, calmed down after Yang Fanhai, walked to Wu Jin with a black spear, stood in front of him, looked down at him and asked softly, "It's just a competition, why do you have to bet on your life!"

It is undeniable that he also wanted to win, but he never thought of fighting with his life. He did not know what the situation in the world of cultivation was, but he also knew that there would be no one to keep here, and there would be a saying that he would keep others.

"You... don't understand. As a disciple of a noble family, you are not the sorrow of the eldest son!"

Wu Jin said softly. At this moment, he had completely given up on the battle, and his voice was trembling: "In the eyes of others, he was a abandoned son of the clan."

"It's like a white goose floating on the water, which seems leisurely and contented, but in fact it's trying hard to step on the water, because I don't know when it will sink."

"It was still hazy before, making it impossible for others to determine the real situation in the clan. But this time it was different. Without the invitation letter from Qingyunlu, the words "abandoned son" were printed on our faces. If we cannot return with honor today, we will always live in darkness and shame in the future."

This is what happens in the world. The more you pay, the more precious the corresponding things will be.

Qingyunlu’s invitation letter is undoubtedly the most precious thing in the clan. The disciples of the clan who obtained this thing must be the future leader, and everything in the clan will revolve around this person.

And this is what they are really afraid of, which means that no matter what they do, they will never be recognized by their homes in the future.

Such a future forces them to fight with their lives and strive for a front-line opportunity.

"Is that all?" Yang Fanhai sighed with a smile: "I don't understand what you are fighting for, but there should be many ways to get recognized."

He paused for a moment and continued, "I think you should have something to say to your brother, I'll tell you for your help."

This sentence was just said casually, but it shocked Wu Jin and his head was filled with tears.

"If you see someone who uses the Fox Dragon Shield like me, please tell him..." I don't know where the strength came from, so he slowly stood up and said word by word: "One day, I will come back, and let the tribesmen know: I am better than him!"

After saying this, he dragged his staggering steps and slowly walked under the stone platform.

He lost completely, not only shattering his Fiery Dragon Shield, but also shattering his intention to continue fighting. Without the will to fight, he naturally could not fight again.

After getting off the stone platform, he did not stop, but walked out of the field. The outer disciples were meaningless to him and even became laughing stocks of the tribe members, because the person he had always wanted to suppress was the core disciple.

Since you can't walk on Qingyun Road, there is no need to stay in Cuiwei Mountain.

Watching Wu Jin move step by step, slowly walking through the jade red line, most people saw that he was going to give up his identity as an outside disciple. Many people were shocked and puzzled, and many people sighed that he had wasted a great opportunity.

"well!"

Deng Yuanwu sighed, helpless, picked up the hammer he had discarded before and walked out behind Wu Jin. He lost more thoroughly, and did not enter the second round, and did not even have the chance to give up his peripheral disciples.

Luo Liu looked at Yang Fanhai on the stone platform, with a cold light flashing in his eyes, and snorted, and turned his head to leave.

"The winner has been decided!" You Cuiwei's disciple shouted loudly: "The disciples on the periphery stay at Shitai and wait for their orders. Others go down the mountain by themselves, so there must be no mistakes."

Although they wanted to see more about the atmosphere of the immortals, the immortals had orders, so they naturally did not dare to disobey them. The crowds were rushing and headed out of the mountain.

Yang Fanhai stood on the stone platform with a black spear, waiting for the arrangements of Cuiwei's disciples.

The law enforcement elder on the top of the tree stood up and whisked casually. A breeze swept over and wrapped Yang Fanhai.

I felt the sky was spinning in front of me, and the wind was howling. When the strength of my body dissipated, Yang Fanhai looked up and a staircase that appeared in front of me was about to go deep into the clouds and mist in the mountains.

Rare birds and spirit beasts appear and appear in the mountains, and the fragrance of fairy grass is fascinating.

Looking around again, I suddenly realized that I had arrived at the gate of Cuiwei Mountain.

"It's really you!" Someone exclaimed at this moment, and it was a disciple who guarded the mountain.

I had heard Yang Fanhai say he wanted to go up from the side peak, and he had sarcasticated him. At this moment, he was responsible for waiting for the winner of the side peak to come, but he didn't expect that he was really the man holding a black spear.

Yang Fanhai clasped his fists and bowed: "I'm going to Yang Fanhai, please give me some advice."

"I dare not give advice!" The man hurriedly returned the favor, and he didn't know why he was going to do it, but he just felt a sense of panic when he saw this person again.

He took a breath, calmed his mind, pointed to the steps that penetrated into the mist and said, "This is Qingyun Road. From here, you can go to my Cuiwei Mountain Square. The Sect Master and Elder are already waiting there, you can go quickly."

"Thank you!"

Yang Fanhai gave another gift and looked at the stone steps again.

Is it a clear road to the sky? It’s appropriate. If ordinary people can embark on this road, they will get a new life and rise to the sky, but they don’t know what the situation will be like after they go up.

Many thoughts flashed through his mind and dissipated one by one. Yang Fanhai took a breath, stretched out his feet, and stepped on the first stone slab.
Chapter completed!