Chapter 41: Effort

Ye Yun is really killing.
Originally, she saw that Wang Yajie was just practicing the quadruple, for fear that she would not even have time to dodge when she shot, so Ye Yun wanted her to take the shot first, and then spotted her attacking trend, shocking her out of the ring.
In this way, if the strength of the two sides is too obvious, she should not be punished by the elders if she concedes.
But what happened next was completely beyond his expectations.
The talented Wang Yajie just wanted to defeat him. If his body had not been baptized in black and white Guanghua, he has just devoured some of Wang Yajie's spiritual power, and coupled with his breakthrough to the internal situation before this test, he must have now died.
At this moment, he punched out, seeing that although Wang Yajie was seriously injured, she did not die. He watched a disciple in black robes stop Wang Yajie in front of him, preventing him from further shots, and the killing in his body slowly subsided. However, as the pain in the chest wound came to his mind, a thick sadness also appeared in his body.
Is it only possible to enter the top eight competition, do you need to climb on the lives of others?
These are the monks who practiced in this way. Is it really the "immortal" he imagined before?
"Still doing something on the stage! Come down and prepare for the next test!"
A loud drink at this time passed into Ye Yun's auricle.
Although Wang Yajie was seriously injured, she was not dead. At this time, a disciple in black robe took her away for treatment, while another disciple in black robe looked at him coldly and threatened.
With a hiss, Ye Yun took a deep breath.
There was an imperceptible black and white brilliance in the depths of his pupils. At the moment when he was threatened by the disciple of the black robe, he even had an urge to do something to the disciple of the black robe.
But the cold air poured into his chest, and he bowed his head without saying a word and swept down the ring.
"Brother Ye, are you okay?"
Yu Minghong met for the first time and looked at Ye Yun's chest wound.
Ye Yun glanced at his wound, but his pupils shrank slightly.
In just a few moments, his wound was no longer exuding blood, and he was about to heal completely.
At this time, he felt that two different breaths were recovering his wounds. One kind of breath seemed to come from the medicine in the drop of spiritual fluid he drank. This medicine restored his flesh and blood quickly, and his The wound was slightly itchy, but another kind of breath came from his heart and veins. At this moment, there seemed to be some spiritual power flowing out of the two-colored Guanghua, fused into his blood, his blood seemed to be It has become an inexplicable elixir in itself, and every time it flows over the wound, it seems that a layer of cold tide is washing away.
"Brother Ye Yun, how did you recover so quickly?" At this time, Yu Minghong also saw that the wound on Ye Yun's chest was almost healed. He was shocked and couldn't help asking again.
"Seven elders' spirits really have a strong healing effect."
Ye Yun's thought flashed in his mind, but his face remained unchanged. He looked up at Yu Minghong and said, "I just took some elixir."
"The wounds are recovering so fast, and their constitution is much stronger than ordinary disciples. It seems that they have happened to take some elixir." When Ye Yun and Yu Minghong talked, Elder Lan was also with his side. Elder Sun said.
"It should be." Elder Sun nodded. "From the performance of the son in the Lianxin Temple, it is indeed good material."
Elder Lan groaned slightly: "Looking at the effect of this medicine, can't he accidentally take blood orchid?"
"When he can pass the next trial, it doesn't make sense to discuss whether he is a good material." Another elder chimed in.
Elder Lan and Elder Sun looked at each other, both nodded, and said nothing more.
"You, come on stage!"
At this moment, a disciple in black robe nodded to Yu Minghong, who was beside Ye Yun, and asked him to come to power.
"Brother Ye, I'm going."
Yu Minghong looked a little nervous, his body was slightly stagnant, and then he stood up and fell to the ring that the black robe disciple pointed to.
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"It looks like a good deal this time."
Beyond Baizhang, Nancheng looked at Ye Yun thoughtfully and at the same time whispered to himself: "With his qualifications, it seems that as long as he passes this robbery, and then helps him, he will break through to the gas refining environment It should not be difficult. "
"No wonder the Seven Elders fancy this, maybe this elixir was given by the Seven Elders."
Several disciples in the black robes around him looked at Ye Yun, but there was even a trace of awe in their eyes.
This is not because of Xiuwei's relationship, but because they know that they want to survive well in Tianzhufeng. One is to have a deep mind, the other is to have a backing, and the third is to be fierce. Now, in their opinion, Ye Yun is already lacking one.
For these disciples in black robes, it is best to have a hard role like Ye Yun, so that it will be good for everyone in the future.
At this time, Ye Yun was extremely low-key. He didn't look upright and slightly bowed his head, his eyes fell on the platform where Yu Minghong was.
Just watching the time of interest, Ye Yun was completely relieved.
Yu Minghong and his opponents at this time were all about the fourth stage of refining, and all the basic martial arts practiced by the handyman disciples were used, but at this time Yu Minghong felt Ye Yun with an unusually calm feeling in each shot. His opponent made several aggressive shots but was resolved, and he was obviously a little impatient.
Impatient, the use of spiritual power was a waste of Ye Yun's view.
"This son is quite stable. Generally speaking, this kind of new disciple probably needs at least a few years of tempering to reach such a degree." In the distance, a black robe disciple couldn't help but say.
"I think it's more calm, but it's not enough. It's too timid." Another disciple in black robe shook his head: "And the qualifications are too mediocre ~ EbookFREE.me ~ It's just a moment Time, Ye Yun's eyes flashed.
On the stage, Yu Minghong, who had been defensive on the stage, suddenly drank softly. With a lunge, his fists alternately blasted forward.
His fist exudes a faint white awn. The opponent feels the spiritual power of this blow, his face changes greatly, but his palms seal forward, but the spiritual power in his body is unsustainable. Under a dull impact, he After taking back more than ten steps, he fell directly from the stage to the ground with blood on his face.
"Brother Ye!"
Yu Minghong was surprised, he didn't seem to believe that he had achieved victory, and couldn't help yelling at Ye Yun below.
Ye Yun nodded slightly, and naturally felt happy for Yu Minghong's victory.
"Yep?"
Nan Cheng in the distance frowned slightly.
He had been at Tianzhu Peak for many years, and he had seen many disciples. At this time, he felt that Yu Minghong seemed to be inferior.
"What are you happy? Maybe we will meet us in the next round." A heavy cold humming sounded into Yu Minghong's ears.
Yu Minghong, who had just swept down the ring, suddenly turned pale.
Ye Yun frowned. Just listening to this crazy voice, he knew that it was Duan Chenfeng.
"Thirty-one people are left. I don't know if it is lucky or unfortunate. The strength of this new group of disciples this year is far superior to previous years." Elder Sun glanced over Duan Chenfeng's body, turned his head, and faced Lan The elders said.
"It's just too hastily, most people are too indecisive, and their shots are not fierce enough, but this is also no way out. Presumably, the new disciples in the other schools are similar." Elder Lan shook his head, his eyes looked a little complicated.
After saying this, he waved his sleeves, and thirty light and shadows scattered, still a piece of jade.
Ye Yun's expression moved slightly, his hands were empty, and no jade card flew towards him.