Chapter 46: Cold cliff

"Oh? Ye brothers, and sister of Ningxue, you are here too."
Ye Wuchen turned his head and found Long Zhengyang, who was sitting in the last row and smiling. As soon as he waved, the two men who were sitting on his right side immediately left the seat with respect and respect. Ye Wuchen was also polite, took the condensed snow to sit down, and smiled and asked: "With the noble status of Long Brother, how to bend yourself to sit in the corner."
Long Zhengyang shook his head and smiled: "I hate myself for being lazy when I am young. No papers are far from the real pride of these days. I am self-defeating."
"I don't dare to agree with this. Long Da Ge is a prince of a country. In the future, he will live far above them. They can protect themselves and kill people with martial arts, and Long Da Ge has thousands of people to protect himself. You can easily deprive or save thousands of lives. Why should Long Da Ge be self-defeating?" Ye Wuchen said.
"That said, but if I am a mortal husband... oh, don't mention it. Ye brothers, with your ability, why not try to participate in this competition. I want to use the Ye brothers' hands to be able to shine.

Ye Wuchen shook his head and did not speak.
Judging by the rules of this world level, the strength of both players on the stage should be seven or even eight. Being able to be so young at a young age is extremely rare, and it is worthy of being a person who can stand out among the youngsters in the country.
The "when" sounded crisp, and the man with the long axe had been knocked down to the ground. The juvenile's sword pointed at the sword was above his throat, and his face showed a clear smug color. Most powerful young people are arrogant, and these can only change gradually as their mood matures.
"So, there are the last three people. Seeing now, everyone knows that the final winner will not have a second person. Lin Jialin Xiao, although he is just ten years old, he has already had ten grades last year. The strength, recognized as a peerless genius. This year will inevitably grow again. There should be no suspense." Long Zhengyang said.
The eighth grade has become a master, and the tenth is the master of the high hand. And if you reach the spiritual level, it is enough to open the school. Heaven can be a generation of masters. Only under the age of twenty, I have reached the tenth level of strength. It may take a few years to get to the spiritual level, but not to the middle age. In addition to the sword that everyone looks up to, the seven heavenly masters recognized by the Tianlong Kingdom are not the geniuses in the genius, but they are all sixty after the realization of Heaven.
Tenth level... The strength of the second layer without Chen Tseng now is a height for the world.
At this time, the shadows on the arena swayed and jumped onto a man in black. When he first came to power, the original warm atmosphere suddenly became a bit quiet, because compared to the warfare released by other participants, he released murderous, cold, sharp, as if it were real, even some Miss Shijiazi, who knows martial arts, clearly feels a cold feeling.
It's him! It seems that I am just getting there. Ye Wuchen's gaze turned to the game.
"Who is this person?" On the opposite side, a dragonfly in a bold emperor’s robe asked, and the original plain and unwavered face showed obvious interest.
"This person is called Leng Ya, and it may be a pseudonym. Yesterday, he performed very well, but he was too hot when he started. The more than 20 people who played with him yesterday were mostly disabled." An old man sitting in front of Long Yao said, The state of mind is solemn and cold. He is the dean of the Royal Academy of Tianlong, a fire magician Lin Yan with a heavenly strength. Another identity is the younger brother of Lin’s hometown Lin Zeng. He is also the general host of the game.
Long Hao nodded slightly: "No matter what the game is today, he will leave him alone. If he does not want to stay... double the reward, then let him. This will be a poisonous snake." If he is loyal to him, he will become a sword in his hand. If he is forced to him, he would rather bite and not yield."
"WeChat understands."
The original sword-stricken juvenile boy did not fight before the black boy’s eyes and momentum, but he stepped back in front of everyone’s face, and at this moment, the black boy’s body was like lightning. The thorns, the cold light in the hands, wearing the body.
The sword-stricken boy screamed, and the long sword "dang" fell on the ground, while the right hand holding the sword was on the ground.
The scene suddenly burst into a groan, mixed with the horror of the girl's screams, and several even scared to hold his face tightly, no longer dare to take a look.
The black boy who passed through the body of the sword-bearing boy and cut his hand back to him did not turn his head, and even the look did not change at all, as if he had only done a trivial matter. There was a groaning scream of tears behind him, and then the voice finally stopped, but he had already passed out in extreme panic and severe pain.
However, there is not much reprimand in the scene. Because the rules of the game clearly read: casualties in the game are inevitable, not to pursue or seek revenge.
Several people took the stage and carried the man's body away, and cleaned up the countertop with blood. Ye Wuchen sighed in secret: whether this is to select talents or to destroy talents.
And the real master really will participate in such a competition? Ye Wuchen shook his head: No! Participating in such a competition is nothing more than a fame and fortune, and those who have these distractions in their hearts are hard to become real masters. Even this black boy, if not forced by the environment, will not participate.
And that Chu Xiaotian, who laughs every day, even if he is here, he will never participate in such a competition. And the real master, there are several people who are willing to give freedom and life to the royal family.
"It's so strong! The explosive power of that moment is extremely amazing, and it is hard to guard against. Just, he is too hot to start, this is just a game." Long Zhengyang sighed.
"No, just because this is a game, so he is merciful. Otherwise, he just cut his neck." Ye Wuchen said, the heart is not agree with Long Zhengyang. Even such a hot degree can not accept, how to achieve the emperor.
"...one like this can't be obscured, why haven't you heard him before."
"He is called Cold Cliff." Ye Wuchen said. Just after Lin Yan and Long Hao’s conversation, he listened in the ear without a word, and the other party did not know anything.
"Is the Ye brothers and him know?"
"do not know."
"..."
The last two people have not yet come to power. One is Lin Jialin and the other is...
"In the Xia Nangong, I also asked the brother to show his mercy."
This is a tall man who looks like he is in his twenties. When his voice falls, his hands are waved, and his left hand and his hands are simultaneously burning a red flame - a person who will use fire magic.
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