Chapter 440: Prominent

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Purple fires sky, covering the sky, the air is filled with an unbearable burning atmosphere, even if the body is armed with fire beads, hundreds of young geniuses of ancient swordsmen have been sweating.
The sweat slipped down the face and evaporated directly in the air, turning into a mist of water, lingering in front of the eyes.
"Master is back!"
In the distance, a sword light tears the purple flame long river, like a meteor across the sky, dazzling, the ancient swordsman immediately stood up, his face showed a smile.
After a while, Jianguang dissipated, and the ragged sword Wansheng and Ye Wei stood in front of everyone.
"Sword, what's wrong with this?"
"What happened?"
The four middle-ranking emperors of the emperor looked at the long hair and messy, and they seemed to be very embarrassed. Wan Jiansheng, the smile on his face was solidified, and he asked with concern.
"Master, you..."
The hundreds of young talents have also been stunned. Wan Jiansheng has always been like an ancient invincible in ancient times. Now Wan Jiansheng is actually injured. What happened in the end?
From the beginning to the end, no one looked at Ye Wei, and in the eyes of everyone, Ye Wei was like the air.
"There was hope that the black scales and ancient beasts would be smashed, but the battle was too big, and the other ancient beasts were alarmed. The four beasts with the strength of the middle emperor were strong, and I could hardly resist. After repairing not to enter the emperor's respect, the combat power is still weaker after all..." Wan Jiansheng's face is filled with a faint smile, which seems to be a trivial little thing.
It was said that the ancient swordsman had nodded. Not too surprised, no matter what kind of shocking things Wan Jiansheng made, it seems normal in their eyes.
"The cultivation has not yet entered the emperor's respect. But it can compete with the ancient beasts whose strength has reached the middle of the emperor's respect. This guy's strength is very extraordinary. Who is it?" Ye Wei was slightly shocked, not Vibrantly looking at the youth around the clothes.
Ye Wei secretly guessed, even if the sword fairy and Shen Yukou in the hundred flower sects of the younger generation of leading figures Lu Aozhu also rivaled an ancient animal in the middle of the emperor's respect?
"The ancient beast did not catch it, but when he met this kid, let him wake up the purple magical demonitis!" Wan Jiansheng glanced at Ye Wei and said with a blank expression.
"Going to the Yuan?" Hearing the words of Wan Jiansheng. Everyone looked at Ye Wei, as if he had just seen such a person, and he felt the volatility of Ye Wei. Each face has a strange color, and the little guy who has just returned to the Yuanjing actually dared to go to the Seven Hells to take risks.
This is not a fool, it is a madman!
The four middle-ranking emperors of the emperor were slightly frowning, and they naturally understood the meaning of Wan Jiansheng. Let this kid wake up the purple magic. Didn't let him go to die?
Gu Jianzong is one of the top ten sects. It’s a good name, let an innocent kid go to death, is it right?
"The repair is only to return to the Yuan Dynasty, but it has entered the purple fire prison of one of the seven main prisons. He does not hope to live out of the purple fire prison..." Wan Jiansheng looked at the four teachers who looked hesitant, said plainly.
The meaning of Wan Jiansheng is very obvious, even if Ye Wei does not wake up the purple magic. Ye Wei will also die, it is better to let him make a contribution before he dies.
"Little guy. Now there is an opportunity in front of you. As long as you can grasp it, your life will usher in a turning point. From then on, the dragon will be wide, and the sky will be wide!" The four middle-class emperors looked at each other. Nodded quietly, and then one of the teachers walked in front of Ye Wei and said slowly.
"What opportunity?" Ye Wei's face is unchanged, his eyes are bright, and finally the fox tail is revealed? I want to see what you want me to do with Ye Wei.
"Seeing the purple little cockroach that is sleeping on the bluestone? The thing you have to do is actually very simple. As long as you wake up the purple little cockroach, I will give you an exception to the foreign disciple's place." The middle-ranking emperor’s teacher pointed to the purple pimple in the distance, and said quite arrogantly, he believes that the quota of a foreign disciple’s disciples will definitely make this sinister madman, willing Do anything for them.
"The number of foreign disciples outside the disciples? Seniors, you are the strongest of the ancient swords?" Ye Wei's eyes are slightly wide, like a look of excitement, the heart is thinking, this group of people is really ancient The strong man of Jianzong, then the young man who brought himself with him should be the leader of the ancient swordsman youth generation?
"Ten major ancestral youths leading figures, the strength is really outrageous, I am not their opponent now, but if my cultivation is able to step into the realm of the gods, or the physical strength of the body breaks into the extreme, who is strong Weakness is not necessarily!" Ye Wei glanced at Wan Jiansheng, and his heart was secretly self-measured.
"Yes, we are the people of Gu Jianzong!" The teacher was very satisfied with Ye Wei’s reaction and said proudly, "You should know how many people in the entire Holy Land are smashing their heads and want to enter the ancient swords, but in the end There are only a handful of disciples who can become ancient swordsmen!"
"Now the opportunity is in front of you, as long as you wake up the purple little sister, you are the disciple of the ancient swords!" The other three teachers looked at Ye Wei, his face was filled with pride and high, they believed absolutely no People can block this temptation.
"Kid, don't thank the teacher!"
"With your talent, you can enter the ancient swords, and the graves of the ancestors will be smoked. It is a blessing that can't be repaired for eight generations!"
"In order to enter the ancient swords, we have gone through various layers of screening, through countless crises, and nine deaths, only to be lucky enough to enter the Zongmen. You are good, to wake up a small donkey, you can directly become my ancient swordsman disciple! "Hundreds of young geniuses of Gu Jianzong looked at Ye Wei with high eyes. You looked at the good fortune. The look on the face was alms. It was like a white sword given to Ye Wei." The position of the foreigner disciples is similar.
"Oh!" Ye Wei sneered in his heart, watching the face of the ancient swordsman, one by one, there is a feeling of nausea and vomiting.
It’s not enough to describe the hypocrisy of this group of people!
If Ye Wei had never been exposed to the bloodstains of the 97th on the list of the holy things, maybe he would be fooled. If he didn’t guess wrong, the purple little beggar should be purple. The terrible existence after the shape!
Purple enchanting phoenix ranks in the ninth place, more terrible than the scorpion, and has been transformed, let him wake up the purple enchanting smoldering in sleep, is it not obvious to let him go to die?
One by one is better than singing. Is it true that I am a fool who has never seen the world?
"With such an opportunity, the younger generation may not be blessed, and it is hard to die!" Ye Wei glanced over the ancient swordsman and said with a blank expression.
"what?!"
The ancient swordsman stunned, thinking that he had misunderstood, and looked at Ye Wei in disbelief. This kid refused? Why do the kids refuse because of the opportunities that countless people dream of?
The four middle-ranking emperors couldn’t help but frown, their eyes flashing, and I looked at Ye Wei up and down. Didn’t the kid who was just returning to the Yuanjing know that the purple little cockroach was purple?
"Hey!" Seeing Ye Wei refused, Wan Jiansheng snorted, and there seemed to be hundreds of millions of swords in the eyes. The momentum was amazing. The whole person, like the same handle, tore the ancient sword of the sky, a majestic Pressing the pressure to the leaf.
Ye Wei's face changed, his feet were slightly squatting, and he couldn't help but retreat, as if he could not bear the pressure of Wan Jiansheng.
"Little guy, don't you really think about it?" Seeing, the faces of the four middle-class emperors were sinking, and the eyes were cold. At first they still had some unbearable feelings, but Ziming The demon is too important, and Ye Wei’s cultivation is only to return to the Yuan Dynasty. In the purple fire prison, there must be no death.
It’s better to die sooner or later than to die!
"There is nothing to think about!" Ye Wei's face sank, and his voice was as firm as iron. The ancient Jianzong people were too much. If they couldn't make it, they began to coercive?
"This can not be you!" Wan Jian's brow wrinkled, his fingers lifted, and countless swords lighted out instantly. Jianguang was surrounded by the void around Ye Wei, and a cage was formed in the blink of an eye, trapping the leaves. dimension.
"go with!"
Wan Jiansheng gave a shot, surrounded by Ye Wei's Jianguang cage and turned into a streamer, tearing the purple fire, with the whistling wind, quickly rushing toward the purple scorpion hundreds of miles away.
Wan Jiansheng's shot is decisive and stern, and he does not give Ye Wei a chance!
"All are ready to communicate with the purple magical demon!" Wan Jiansheng glanced at the ancient genius of the ancient swords, and shouted.
"Yes, Master!" The hundreds of young geniuses answered in unison, all of them were engrossed, and no one dared to care.
The four middle-ranking emperors of the emperor looked at Wan Jiansheng, and the eyes flashed the light of appreciation. The big things were inconsistent, and Wan Jiansheng acted more courage than the old ones!
To tell the truth, I watched Ye Wei, an innocent boy who died. They did have some heartfelt feelings and hesitated, but Wan Jiansheng was very decisive.
Unlike the four ancient swordsmen teachers, hundreds of young talents, looking at the whistling rushing to the purple little 叶 Ye Wei, can not help but reveal an excited smile.
Yes, they are very excited, because once Ye Wei wakes up the purple scorpion, they hope to conquer the powerful presence of the ninth in the list of sacred objects.
Conquered the purple purple inflammation, they will step into the sky, become the next young leader of the ancient swords!
Wan Jiansheng looked at Ye Wei, who was about to hit the purple little cockroach. The slightly upturned mouth overflowed with a cold smile. He didn't care about Ye Wei's life and death. He only cares if the ancient genius of Gu Jianzong can conquer the purple meditation. Fairy.
If someone has conquered the purple magical demon, the burden on his shoulders can be put down before he can feel safe to continue to practice in the 72nd Holy Sepulchre.
"boom!"
Under the gaze of the ancient swordsmen, Ye Wei, surrounded by the Jianguang cage, smashed into the purple scorpion, accompanied by a deafening roar, Jianguang cage was broken and turned into a light rain.
"Hey!"
The purple little cockroach opened his eyes violently. When it opened its eyes, the flames of the entire Purple Fire Prison seemed to have life. The fire was shining into the sky, and the sky seemed to be turned into a purple.
~~(To be continued, please search for astronomical literature, the novel is better updated faster!
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