Chapter 501: Tang San vs. Sword Repair 1

"The reason why I stop you is that I am afraid that you will not even have the chance to surrender. I do not want any of you to have any accident."
Said, the master frowned, Shen said "but the recent victory has made you a little proud, so ... I did not stop Flanders at the end".
The words fell, and the master's eyes turned to Ye Zhen, who was sitting in the far corner. Everyone saw Ye Zhen along with the master's eyes, and his heart was astonished.
His Shrek team also had an inhuman presence. Ye Zhen had a trial with Zao Wou-Ki, and he could not even hurt Zao Wou-Ki, but Zao Wou-Ki was a 76th-level soul sage!
Moreover, being forced by Ye Zhen's attack forced him to defend with Wushun Zhenshen, as well as many magical methods such as Taiji magic. If someone really can fight against the sword repair in the master's mouth, or may be able to beat the sword repair, only Ye Zhen!
"You guessed it well. If Ye Zhen was on the court, even if he lost, he would have enough ability to concede defeat. By the way, it would also let you see what a real genius looks like!"
As long as his eyes fall on Ye Zhen, even the master can't help but be proud, but he knows that Ye Zhen not only has more talents than everyone, but even hard work is hard for others to imagine.
In the usual training, others complained that the training intensity was too high, and when they could not afford it, in the places where they could not see, Ye really carried out the extreme training that made the master's heart beat.
"Ye Zhen, you go to this game, suppressed for so long, this time, I allow you to use the power of Wuhun, after all, you are now ever-changing, not Ye Zhen"
Looking at his pride, the master's mouth slightly tilted, and a rare joke was made.
I have to say that the master's heart has been raised by Ye Zhen. Although his other disciple, Tang San, is far superior to ordinary people, he ranks second only to Ye Zhen among the eight.
But Tang San's second, whether it is talent, strength, or effort to cultivate, is not comparable to Tang San and others.
Again, Ye Zhen is perfect. The master doesn't know what he can teach Ye Zhen. This is very embarrassing. In terms of improving his strength, the master cannot give Ye Zhenren any help.
But the only thing that allows the master to sit firmly on the teacher's position is that Ye Zhen, like other students, does not have a deep understanding of the world.
However, when the master looked at Ye Zhen with confidence, Ye Zhen shook his head slightly and whispered "I will not participate".
"why?"
The questioner was not the master, but Flander. He probably knew more about Ye Zhen's strength than the master. In Flander's mind, Ye Zhen is definitely a little monster who has no ancients and no comers. Little monster!
In Flander's mind, Ye Zhen might have a battle against that sword repair, but the possibility of winning is very, very high!
That's 150,000 gold soul coins! With these 150,000 Gold Soul Coins, Shrek College will not fall into the dilemma of extreme lack of funds for a long time to come.
Although the master and others did not ask questions, the serious doubts were clear, and they all seemed to be waiting for Ye to explain.
During this period of time, although the time is not very long, they believe that Ye Zhen is definitely not the kind of person who is greedy for life and fears death.
"Because it doesn't make sense" Ye Zhen's face paled, and the apple that kept his eyes on the wooden table in front of him seemed as if the apple was a peerless beauty.
"No ... meaning?" Everyone couldn't understand the meaning of this sentence.
Only the master's pupils shrunk suddenly and looked at Ye Zhen. This action was extremely secretive, even if Fland, who was facing the opposite, did not notice it.
"Ah ... so, who are you willing to fight with this sword repair?" The master looked at the other seven.
"amount..."
The seven looked at each other. Although they were consciously different in talent, they were absolutely outstanding among their peers, but the other side killed the peak soul emperor with the blue electric tyrannosaurus rex soul by unknown means!
At that time, I am afraid that there will be no chance of surrender, and no one will think that he will live long.
"Let me do it!"
Tang San suddenly stood up from his chair, looking cold.
"Primary three, you!" Everyone was startled.
The master frowned, Shen said, "Sit down to me. Although you have got Ye Zhen's method of predicting the enemy's actions, you can only budget for opponents with lower strength than yourself. That sword repair can kill Soul Holy!"
"Yes, Xiaosan, let's forget it, it's a death!" Everyone urged quickly.
"You don't need to say anything. I have my own mind. In this month, my soul power is about to break through to level 30. Only strong pressure can let me break through."
"And with the means that Brother Ye taught me, I am completely confident of surviving. In the face of such an opponent, I have a self-knowledge. If I fail, I will surrender immediately."
Speaking of this, Tang San smiled confidently. "Even though Jianxiu beheaded his opponent mercilessly every time, his opponents misjudged Jianxiu's attack power, and he was killed."
"That's okay," the master nodded, and looked at Tang San with relief. Although Tang San was far less talented than Ye Zhen, he had the courage to completely surpass others.
"Master!" Everyone exclaimed.
"You don't have to say anything, Tang San, you go to prepare, I still have something to say to you," the master whispered, looking at it, trying to spread Tang San.
Tang San also paid homage to the worshipper and then exited the room.
Facing the puzzled eyes of everyone, the master Shen said, "I said, no one of you will be surprised. If there is no complete assurance that Xiaosan can survive under the sword repair, how can I agree to let He went to battle. "
It was said that everyone was relieved in their hearts, but there was not much worry.
Looking at the clock on the wall, the master whispered, "Okay, the game is about to start, you guys prepare for it, you come with me, I'll take you to meet someone."
Ye Zhen didn't speak, got up and followed the master.
Because of thirty consecutive games, Ye Zhen also has his own lounge.
"Xiaoye ... how much more shock can you give me, if it wasn't for the toughness of the teacher's mind that had been forged by you ..."
"Boom!"
Hearing the bell, the master was furious and came to the one-way transparent glass with a negative hand. The master was very interested in the next fighting spirit.
Ye Zhen didn't say anything, but the corners of his mouth were slightly tilted, and he stepped lightly toward the door.
However, with each step of Ye Zhen, his body shape will become taller, and the original white gown also changes, and eventually becomes a black cloak.
The main thing is Ye Zhen's face, even if the master turned his head, he couldn't recognize it!
Not only has his face changed, but even his eyes have changed. It is extremely sharp, and wherever his eyes pass, it seems that even the space has been cut into pieces!
"Gentlemen! Ladies! Tonight, our one-on-one battle at Soto Grand Soul Arena will be even more exciting!"
"According to practice, the first contest is completely belonging to the soul fighting king, Jianxiu!"
"Sword repair! Sword repair ..."
With the host's words, the audience burst into an unprecedented cheering moment, the audience seat capable of accommodating 10,000 people was full, and even the corridor was full of people!
"And the challenger this time is also the most invincible in the recent crane battle, maintaining a twenty-game winning streak ... Shura!" The host said passionately!
"boom!"
Cheers broke out again in the Colossus!
"Now, tonight's challenger, Chishou Shura, can he break Jian Xiu's horrible winning streak record!" The host's voice has just fallen, and Tang Sangui, wearing a mask, walked calmly from the player's channel Come out.
"Thousands of Shura players have entered the field. Now, let us have the invincible sword repair, the absolute king of the copper fighting spirit zone, sword repair!"
The host stretched his voice.
"boom!"
Incredible shouts erupted from the auditorium and gradually unified.
"Sword repair! Sword repair! Sword repair ..."
In the unimaginable shout, Ye Zhen in a black cloak slowly entered the field.
suddenly! A sharp breath visible to the naked eye swept the audience, and the shouts stopped instantly.
Everyone knew that Jian Xiu felt they were annoyed.
However, Tang San, who just stepped into the field, was hit by the oncoming soul and beast under the impact of this sharp breath, and his body involuntarily regressed. Until the edge of the ring, this strength came to nothing. stop!
It was just the breath that made Tang San sweat on his forehead, and his heart was extremely horrified. In the breath just now, Tang San felt as weak as an ant, and the other party was as large as a world!
"It's just breath ... If I really attack me, do I really have a chance to shout to surrender?" Tang San smiled bitterly. Now, he seems to understand why the opponents facing Jianxiu did not. Shouted the word surrender.
If this kind of breath is not sweeping, but covering, Tang San feels afraid that he is speechless.
"Our Copper Fighter King still doesn't like nonsense, so ... the battle begins!" The host's voice dropped and he flew directly to the flying soul guide.
"Give you a chance, now you can give up, this seat can spare you a life, otherwise ... dead!" Ye Zhen said his fingers crossed in front of the lower abdomen, his head lowered, and his voice was full of magnetic charm.
When the last dead letter was exited, Ye Zhen looked up, his eyes completely indifferent to life.
Contrary to Ye Zhen's four eyes, Tang San was shocked and released his own blue and silver grass martial arts soul. Even so, under Ye Zhen's eyes, his body also had several scars.
Hurry up and don't dare to look at Ye Zhen. Tang San's mouth gasps, and his eyes are stinging. "If you hadn't opened the Ziji Magic Pupil just now, your eyes would be blinded!"
"I didn't expect this sword repair to be so scary! Just a look made me feel like my body and soul were almost torn!"
The corners of Ye Zhen's mouth were slightly tilted. He did not release any pupillary technique, it was just a normal gaze, and he still converged 99% of the normal gaze.
"No! It's my pleasure to be able to compete with the respected Lord Jianxiu" Tang San looked up, at this time Ye Zhen had completely converged the charm in normal eyes, and Tang San finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"Oh? Now that you want to die, come on. Convention, give you five minutes to attack with all your strength, don't try to keep your hands, because you only have five minutes of life left." Ye Zhen whispered indifferently, with an interested look again Into a disregard for all life.