The disciple of Na Yi Xintang didn't react at all, his eyes were lost and his brain was blank.
Soon, he gradually became sober, and people tried their best to stand up.
can...
No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't dispel the horror on his shoulders.
"How could this be?"
His eyes were lost in disbelief.
The law enforcement cousin who was in the audience was also stunned.
"It's impossible!" The law enforcement cousin yelled in silence, almost sticking to the ring.
"Isn't it over yet?"
Zhao Li on the seat murmured, and carefully glanced at the No. 9 stage here.
But when he saw the scene on the stage clearly, he suddenly stood up from his chair, staring at everything in front of him with wide eyes.
I saw Bai Ye standing proudly, and the thoughtful person was already sitting on his knees, directly losing all means of resistance.
"Am I... dreaming?"
His mouth is huge, and his whole person is petrified.
Many of the disciples who watched here were shocked!
At this time, Bai Ye on the stage had already taken a step forward and walked towards the disciple.
"you..."
That disciple was just about to speak.
Boom!
A burst of energy instantly blasted on his hands and feet.
Huh!
The sound of bones and flesh being torn apart sounded.
The disciple's limbs were all shattered on the spot, turned into a human, and fell to the ground.
The intense pain made him scream like a pig.
So vicious!
The disciple's brain trembled wildly, his heart beating wildly, and he didn't dare to hesitate too much. He almost screamed wildly: "I vote..."
Boom!
Another dull sound exploded in his chest, tearing the heavenly soul on his chest almost instantly.
Before the disciple's words of surrender had been uttered, the person suddenly spit out a large mouthful of minced meat, and then passed out on the spot.
The 9th ring, the game is over.
The Yixintang disciples and Zhao Li who are following here are completely petrified.
Even the expressions of the disciple on the seat next to the Soul Martial Hall were all frozen.
People stared at the stage blankly. Many people didn't even react. The game... is over!
Crushed?
Correct!
This is rolling!
That disciple of the Soul Martial Hall... actually crushed the person in Yixintang!
Many people held their heads, thinking that they were hallucinating.
Bai Ye walked to the stage and looked at the law enforcement cousin under the stage lightly and said: "He has fainted. I think the game is over, right?"
The law enforcement disciple trembled, and hurriedly shouted: "The 9th stage is over, the winner... is... is the soul martial hall disciple Bai Ye..."
The voice was not loud, because he was so scared that he lost his energy.
Bai Ye didn't say a word, but jumped off the ring and walked towards the seat of the Soul Martial Hall.
At this moment, Zhao Li still maintains a petrified state.
The disciples in the seat next door all looked at him with monster eyes, and no one dared to speak out.
The atmosphere is very strange.
Puff!
From Ling Xuantang's side, a strange noise came out.
The disciples who were still paying attention to the fierce fighting of the seeded players turned their eyes to the side, but saw that the sturdy Zhao Yanran was actually sitting on the ground...
"Senior Brother Zhao, what's wrong with you? Are you okay?" The junior brother next to him hurriedly helped him up.
"I'm okay... okay..." Zhao Yanran said hurriedly.
The words are said like this, but everyone else can see, Zhao Yanran's face is as pale as paper at the moment, without any color, and his whole body is sweating profusely, as if he had just been fished out of the water. same...
People are very confused, but they didn't care too much, but continued to look at the fierce battle on the field.
Zhao Yanran was unwilling to watch other battles. He quietly left his seat and quickly walked towards the seat of the law enforcement hall.
But at this moment, the disciple of the law enforcement hall has also returned.
His face is equally ugly.
"Why...what's the matter, brother, that Baiye...he... how can he be so tough?" Zhao Yanran glanced at Yixintang's direction and saw that Yixintang's disciples had all his limbs broken. The deposed guy moved down, and his whole body shivered suddenly.
"It seems... what Monki said is true, this guy is really not easy, this... if you are on the stage, I am afraid... I am afraid you will lose your life..." The disciple of the Law Enforcement Hall gasped.
When Zhao Yanran heard this, his legs softened and he almost sat down on the ground again.
He hurriedly supported the wall next to him, and said eagerly: "Brother, this thing is not easy to handle, that Bai Ye is so strong, we offend him again, if he pursues it after the game, we...we all have to eat. Go around!"
Zongmen believes in respecting the strong. The two have offended Bai Ye, but Bai Ye is so strong. If he calculates the accounts, it will be difficult for the department behind the two to protect them.
The law enforcement disciple gritted his teeth, whirled and snorted, and said in a deep voice: "Relax, for that guy, there is no post-match! I will let his life end here!"
"Senior brother, what's the trick?" Zhao Yanran asked hurriedly.
"You go back first, you'll know later."
The disciple of the Law Enforcement Hall didn't want to explain too much, he glanced at the seat of the Soul Martial Hall, hummed, turned and left.
Zhao Yanran was a little worried, but he couldn't do anything at the moment, so he could only return to his seat.
When Bai Ye came by, Zhao Li in Petrochemical finally recovered.
He shivered all over, and immediately greeted him.
"Senior Brother Bai...Senior Brother Bai, you...what's the matter with you? God, how come you are so powerful, and you can solve the thoughtful guy in a few strokes? You...you are really real Soul person?"
Zhao Li opened his mouth and threw out a series of questions. People were astonished and curious, like seeing the heavens.
But Bai Ye did not answer, but sat quietly on his seat.
The disciples in the seat next door all looked at Bai Ye with curious eyes, whispering one by one, and talking.
"Who is this guy?"
"do not know."
"never seen it."
"Has the Soul Martial Hall ever had this person?"
The sound is constantly noisy.
But Bai Ye ignored it.
And in the front right of the arena, among a group of people wearing dark green disciple uniforms, a figure is looking at this side.
"Unexpectedly, this guy still has two tricks! But that's just for some miscellaneous fishes! When you get to the back, see what is the use of his tricks!" Qin Jiyue snorted and looked away from the soul martial arts hall. The direction retracted.
"Jieyue, what's the matter?" A gentle male voice came next to her.
Jiyue was stunned, shook her head and smiled: "Brother, it's nothing."
"That's good."
The master of the male voice smiled slightly, and then continued to look at the center of the arena...
