"You still want to fight with us?" These people were stunned for a moment, and laughed until they fell down: "This little girl is not only beautiful but also fierce, why don't you take her as your concubine, Brother Ke?"

"How dare you, how dare you!" Brother Ke sneered: "I'm afraid her coward brother will kill me." Fan Ba's eyes suddenly turned cold and the sword shined brightly! "You bully me and endure it. I don't want my second brother to take it away."

Your lives. But I was wrong. My second brother was right, if you deserve to be killed, kill him."

A burst of sword light, how could it hurt these people? It was just a flick of the hand, and Wu Xi suddenly flew out like a kite. As soon as he landed, a trace of blood flowed from the corner of Wu Xi's mouth, but his eyes were filled with that kind of perseverance, and he was shining again.

Come over. The sword points directly!

These people consciously gave in to her attack, but when they saw that she remained silent, they rushed over without mercy and angrily shouted: "Seeking death!"

This random palm hit Wu Xi on the body. His face instantly turned pale, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. The coldness in his eyes became even colder. He knew that he was overestimating his own abilities, but Wu Xi had such stubbornness.

He wanted to rush forward again, but was held down by a fat hand: "Wuxi, I want to hear from my brother."

It was Nie Wen who showed up in time and saw that Wu Xi, whom he loved, was beaten like this. He was a very kind man and became extremely angry: "Hey, you are causing trouble for no reason. To a little person who only has the cultivation of Wu Zun."

The girl did this cruel thing."

Emperor Ke Wu's uncle was the Wuzong of the Changkong Sect. However, he was not afraid and said with a smile: "Master Nie, this girl is not a member of our sect. If she dares to do something in our sect, I will kill her. I guess her brother has nothing to say."

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Nie Wen suppressed his anger and said pitifully and coldly: "You are dead."

After picking up Wu Xi, Nie Wen disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Ke Yisheng sneered: "Definitely dead? Just because of your talents today? Nie asked you, I am the sect leader, but I am just the Wuzong. My third great grandfather is also the Wuzong."

Several people laughed wildly. On the roadside, a red flower as bright as blood bloomed in the laughter, soaking in a drop of blood-red juice.

He took Wu Xi back to his residence in Shanruo and gave Yuan and Xi some high-quality wound medicine.

Nie Wen went to get another piece of women's clothing and gave Wu Xi the blood-stained coat to put on.

After Wu Xi changed his clothes, Nie Wen entered the room anxiously, closed the door, and whispered softly: "Wu Xi, can you wait until this competition is over before telling your second brother?"

Before Wu Xi could speak, Nie Wen spoke with a wry smile. In the past, it was okay. But this time, Wu Xi was injured and he was too late. If he saw Wu Xi being teased, he would be furious no matter how nice he was. As

My friend, this kind of thing has happened, and if he asks Wu Xi to hide it, it is definitely not the way to be a friend.

In a few days, there will be a sect competition. In the competition three years ago, Ling Chen and others originally wanted to be provocative, but Zuo Wuzhou was obsessed with practicing and did not participate.

The sect's small competition is usually a small fight between the martial emperors, but the big competition is more serious because it also involves a martial arts competition.

Wu Xi waited for Nie Wen to finish and then understood: "Okay, brother Nie Wen, I will tell my second brother after the competition is over."

Nie Wen breathed a sigh of relief. The reason why he came up with this weird suggestion was because he had a very bad premonition.

If this matter was known to Zuo Wuzhou before the competition, something big that would make people regretful might happen. Nie Wen trembled: "It will be fine if we pass the competition. As long as we pass the competition, he will not be able to kill anyone again."

There’s a big wave.”

"Nothing should happen. In another seven days at most, it will be the big competition. As long as it passes, it will be fine." Nie Wen wiped his cold sweat.

Zuo Wuzhou was originally the murderer who killed Yingye. If he knew what happened to Wuxi, I wonder how his murderous nature would develop.

For some reason, Nie Wen saw a lot of blood and many heads in a daze.

A few days later, Wu Xi pretended to be relaxed and returned to the courtyard, patting her heart and saying, "Fortunately, my second brother is not here."

"Who said I'm not here?" Zuo Wuzhou appeared quietly.

"Second brother, you scared me to death." Wu Xi's face turned pale.

"Where have you been? Why haven't you come back for three days?" Zuo Wuzhou took a sip of water, wiped his sweat, and took off his wet shirt.

"Second brother, let me wipe the sweat for you!" Wu Xi immediately helped Zuo Wuzhou wipe off the sweat on his upper body. Looking at the numerous scars on the second brother's body, she felt sad. She couldn't imagine how many times this person had to fight to win the battle.

Leaving so many scars.

Not counting minor injuries, just those serious injuries that could kill someone. Counting on the back alone, there are no less than thirty scars. They are intertwined together, like ferocious centipedes. Even if there is medicine to erase these scars, the second brother can't.

He said he should keep it, teach him all the time, and remind him not to make the same mistakes he made before.

The second brother's strength is not innate, but is cultivated time and time again in the gates of life and death. This strength is gained by risking one's life.

Wu Xi's mood was so excited that he almost started talking. But he finally stopped and said what he made up: "Second brother, I went to Nie Wen's place to play for three days.

In response, Zuo Wuzhou didn't ask any more questions. He strode out again and continued practicing. After closing his eyes for a while, Zuo Wuzhou suddenly opened his eyes. There was a trace of doubt in his heart: something seems wrong with my little sister."

As he pondered, he felt something, and looked up. But he saw the figure flying over in the early morning. He looked at it coldly: "Zuo Wuzhou, the competition will be held in seven days, do you dare to compete with me?"

"You are a genius, and I am also a genius. Let's compete to see who is stronger. Let's compete again to see who can become a martial artist first." Ling Yuan proudly said: "I'm not afraid to tell you, in three years at most. I will definitely be able to do it.

breakthrough."

Ling Yuan didn't believe it, he couldn't compare to this one. He originally claimed to be the second among the rising stars of the Changkong Sect, only losing to Hua Wuyu, but in the end, a 28-year-old Martial Emperor suddenly appeared. Not only did he defeat him

The comparison goes so far as to compare with all the soul cultivators in the world.

He is so proud and arrogant, how can he swallow this tone?

Zuo Wuzhou looked indifferently: "What an idiot!"
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