Destiny Martial God

Pingyang City, Central Square!

Wu Junda suddenly became nervous when he saw Wu Zhengjun's cultivation level rising directly from the early stage of the seventh-grade martial artist to the early stage of the ninth-grade martial artist in just a few minutes.

At this time, he turned and glanced at the middle-aged man standing in the crowd of Wu family on the east edge of the square.

"Admit defeat!" After careful consideration, the middle-aged man did not say anything, but the meaning expressed by his mouth shape was to ask Wu Junda to quickly admit defeat. It was important to save his life.

"I give up!" After receiving the middle-aged man's signal, Wu Junda, who cherished his life, said directly, regardless of whether Wu Zhengjun completed the breakthrough.

It's a pity that the strong men and masters of all sects are now all focused on Wu Zhengjun. Who cares whether Wu Junda loses or wins.

Seeing that no one paid attention to him, Wu Junda's face instantly darkened. He glanced at Wu Zhengjun coldly, then turned around and left with a look of reluctance.

"Did I let you go?" Just when Wu Junda turned around and was about to leave, Wu Zhengjun's trembling voice came from behind.

Turning around, after seeing Wu Zhengjun's eyes that looked like alien beasts, Wu Junda felt as if his heart had been hit hard. While taking a few steps back, a stream of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

Just one look hurt his heart. Wu Junda was suddenly shrouded in fear, and he shouted with force.

"Wu Zhengjun, I have given up. According to the rules of the game, you can't do anything again!"

"Really?" he asked back, and then Wu Zhengjun sneered twice, then ignored the rules of the game and disappeared at a speed that most people couldn't see clearly.

When everyone saw Wu Zhengjun clearly, they were shocked to find that not only was he standing in front of Wu Junda, but his right hand had already reached into Wu Junda's chest.

"You dare to kill me!" Wu Junda asked in disbelief, feeling his heart being held tightly.

who is he!

He is the only son of the head of the Wu family, the future first heir of the Wu family, and the person who can stir up the situation in Pingyang City in the future.

Such a prominent and noble person was actually killed by a child who was not taken seriously in the family. A feeling of unwillingness to die in peace came to my heart.

"Wu Zhengjun, you dare to kill my son!" Not only Wu Junda couldn't believe that Wu Zhengjun dared to kill him, but also the patriarch of the Wu family and the senior officials of the Wu family couldn't believe it either.

Turning his head to look at the middle-aged man who had just scolded him, Wu Zhengjun sneered, and then slowly took out his palm.

Along with the outstretched palm, everyone saw a beating heart.

"Wu Zhengjun, my father will never let you go!"

The spiritual energy of the world is integrated into the body, making the warrior's life very powerful. Even the warrior in the martial arts realm can still live for a few seconds after the heart leaves the body.

Therefore, watching Wu Zhengjun forcefully take out his heart, Wu Junda cursed resentfully.

"I'm waiting!" Wu Zhengjun said without fear as he squeezed his right hand hard and his beating heart was suddenly crushed.

With his heart broken, Wu Junda also closed his eyes, and then fell heavily to the ground.

Just after Wu Zhengjun killed Wu Junda, the fifteen first-class sect strongmen who had been prepared rushed to Wu Zhengjun as fast as possible one by one, and then began to promise all kinds of tempting conditions.

Facing the various benefits promised by these powerful sects, Wu Zhengjun's expression did not change at all. He first raised his head and glanced at the seven top powerful sects on the high platform, and then bent down and saluted.

Wu Zhengjun knew in his heart that he was breaking the rules of the game by killing Wu Junda who had just surrendered. The seven strong men from the sect on the high platform not only did not stop him, but also did not say a word of blame afterward. This was because they took a fancy to his transformation just now.

However, just as he was undergoing transformation, Wu Zhengjun had a feeling in his heart. He felt that only by staying with that person could he make great strides in improving his cultivation and strength, and would he be able to save his life in the future.

Therefore, he already had an accurate goal for his next choice, and he had to reject the seven strong men from the sect who were obviously biased towards him on the high platform.

When they saw Wu Zhengjun bending down to salute, except for Ouyang Aoxue, who had already gained Yu Siqi and was not interested in male cultivators, his expression did not change, but the expressions of the remaining six strong men darkened.

Because they knew that Wu Zhengjun, who showed a special physique, already had a favorite sect in his heart, and the favorite sect was not one of their seven top sects.

"Hmph!" The narrow-minded Liu Guangyuan looked at Wu Zhengjun coldly and couldn't help snorting.

At the same time, I thought to myself: "Boy, if your favorite sect has a grudge against my Yuxu Palace, then don't blame me for using the rules of the competition to get rid of you in advance!"

Seeing Wu Zhengjun rejecting the seven top sects, the strong men of the fifteen first-class sects couldn't help but feel secretly happy. As long as the seven top sects did not participate in the competition, then all fifteen of them would have a chance to compete for Wu Zhengjun.

However, just before the secret joy of the fifteen first-class sect masters could be put into action, Wu Zhengjun bowed down and saluted them with the same move.

"Little friend, what do you mean?" The strong man from the Iron Blood Sect asked with a puzzled look on his face.

"Senior, I'm sorry, this junior already has his favorite sect!" In response to the question from the strong man from the Iron Blood Sect, Wu Zhengjun stepped towards the south side of the square, where the second-rate sect belongs.

Seeing Wu Zhengjun walking towards him, Yu Haoran was startled and couldn't help but guess.

Could it be that the sect that Wu Zhengjun likes is Baichimen!

If Wu Zhengjun really joins Baichimen, then his future will change greatly after his rebirth.

"Brother Haoran!" Wu Zhengjun walked straight to Yu Haoran and greeted him solemnly.

"Wu Zhengjun, with your special physique, the Iron Blood Sect among the top sects is the most suitable sect for you!"

Although Wu Zhengjun didn't say much, Yu Haoran already knew what he was thinking.

However, Wu Zhengjun's abandonment of the Iron Blood Sect and his choice of the Baichi Sect will inevitably affect the future process, so he can only try to get things back to the original track.

"Where Brother Haoran is, Zhengjun is there!" Facing Haoran's persuasion, Wu Zhengjun replied with a firm attitude.

"Wu Zhengjun, I am the person in charge of recruiting disciples in Baichimen. I agree to your request to join Baichimen!" Just when Yu Haoran wanted to continue to persuade Wu Zhengjun to choose Tiexuemen again, Chu Zhongyu, who had barely calmed down his excitement, interrupted his persuasion and invited him enthusiastically.

If it was Huang Zonghua instead of Yu Haoran who rejected Wu Zhengjun, Chu Zhongyu would have taken out the posture of a senior brother and criticized him harshly.

A genius like Wu Zhengjun, who has a special physique, qualifications and potential comparable to the peerless, is the dream disciple of all the sects present.

Such a disciple can take the initiative to join Baichimen, Baichimen is too happy to refuse him.

But Yu Haoran is different!

Not only is he a peerless genius whose talent and potential are not inferior to Wu Zhengjun, but Wu Zhengjun is willing to join Baichimen, probably because of Yu Haoran.

Therefore, he can only bypass Yu Haoran and agree to Wu Zhengjun's request in advance.