Nine Yin True Gold in Marvel

"Dang" the crisp sound of bells and tripods rang. On the opposite side of the stage, a man of about thirty years old appeared smiling at him.

Fanchen had no expression on his face, raised his hands in salute, and said, "Dugu Fanchen, please give me some advice, Brother Leng."

Leng Zhuo smiled and said, "Don't dare, don't dare. There are talented people from generation to generation. Although brother Chen is young, he still has the big test ahead of him. He still looks calm and stands on the stage. He has no anxiety or timidity. Compared with I was much stronger back then, I admire you."

Leng Zhuo smiled and said nothing, looking at him as if he had a plan in mind. He saw his right hand shake, and with a "clang", a fairy sword emitting a faint yellow light was raised.

"The name of the sword is Shaoyang. Brother Chen, please."

Fanchen glanced at the Shaoyang Fairy Sword, and saw that the yellow light on the sword was pure and gentle, and he felt refreshed from a distance. It seemed that it was not extraordinary. The god put his hand into his arms, took out a wooden stick, and took it out.

Everyone in the field, including Leng Zhuo and the disciples from various sects in the audience, all looked at the bare wooden stick.

Silent for a while.

"Hahahaha" I don't know who laughed first, breaking the silence. Anyway, after a while, the audience burst into laughter, and I don't know who said "Well, what is that?"

"I've said before that people without any sect are all weird. Don't tell me. Yesterday, the skinny guy became a laughing stock when he used the dice magic weapon. I didn't expect that today, there are people who use wooden sticks today. It's really, really funny. Me hahaha”

At this moment, even Leng Zhuo on the stage couldn't bear it. He laughed a few times before struggling to hold it back and said, "Brother Chen, this is, haha, it's yours. Haha, I'm sorry, I can't control it. Ah, this is you." Is it a magic weapon?”

Fanchen listened to the people around him laughing, his face was calm, and he didn't say a word. He also knew that this stick was too ugly and would definitely make people laugh.

Sure enough, in the end, what the stick brought to him was the contempt and ridicule of others. The people around him laughed loudly, and Fanchen lowered his head. As far as his eyes could see, the only thing left in the world was the bare wooden stick in his hand.

They laughed and laughed loudly.

He lowered his head and closed his eyes.

The cold feeling seemed to cry out from deep inside his body, slowly wandering through his body.

When is the loneliest time a person feels?

Are you facing the indifference of the whole world alone? Are you facing all the ridicule alone?

Is a person's blood cold or boiling?

He suddenly raised his head and looked ahead.

At this time, the sun was shining on his face, and no one could see his expression clearly.

The Shaoyang Fairy Sword in Leng Zhuo's hand, amidst the laughter and cheers from the audience, burst out with a brilliance that was almost as bright as the rising sun at this moment, brilliant and upright. Following the introduction of his magic formula, there was a loud shout, and the Shaoyang Immortal Sword was like a bright sun, pressing over majestically.

A wave of heat rushed to his face, but Fanchen's heart was as cold as ice. The heat seemed to be burning his skin, but that quiet night appeared in front of his eyes. In the meteorite crater, the beautiful woman stood beside the crater, hugging her lover tightly, under the moonlight.

The next moment, he was engulfed in the brilliant light of the sun.

The audience cheered, and the Huashan disciples all expressed joy. Only an exclamation mixed with their laughter seemed so harsh.

Hua Ruoxue, who suddenly appeared, ignored the hundreds of enthusiastic glances beside her and exclaimed, seemingly feeling sorry for the mortal world.

Even the old man with a white beard sitting nearby seemed to be disturbed by Hua Ruoxue and glanced over.

On the stage, the brilliant golden light complemented the rising sun in the sky. It was brilliant and dazzling. Leng Zhuo felt proud. At this moment, even he felt that his practice had reached a peak that he had never reached before. And he, after defeating After facing this unfavorable opponent, let alone beating him, he will surely make great progress, even if he wins the championship in the end, it is uncertain. After all, after today, he only needs to win four more games.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but smile at the corner of his mouth, and the Shaoyang Fairy Sword shone brighter. Seeing the young man in front of him wrinkled his face in pain in the blazing light, and even bit his lip.

Suddenly, at this moment, his heart skipped a beat, as if someone had hit him hard with a heavy hammer inside his body. At this time when no one could see Fanchen clearly, Leng Zhuo, the man standing opposite Fanchen, could clearly see him raising his head and opening his eyes through the bright light of his Shaoyang sword.

Those black eyes full of indifference and indifference to everything

An invisible and unknown coldness spread rapidly. Leng Zhuo watched as the bare wooden stick seemed to come alive at this moment. It was chaotic and the top of the stick was filled with gray light. It reflected on Fanchen's body, as if He has become a completely different person. All these changes happened within the light of Shaoyang Fairy Sword, and no one except Leng Zhuo could see them.

Leng Zhuo was extremely horrified, but before he could react, the cold breath had already wrapped around him hidden under the light of the Shaoyang Fairy Sword. He almost immediately felt a spin, and his whole body felt like he had been severely injured; a moment later, Mu The faint gray light from the square sword energy on the stick shone on him.

Under the stage, Hua Ruoxue looked nervously at Fanchen who was surrounded by that ball of light. When she thought that Fanchen was now like a monkey being roasted, she almost didn't want to look at it anymore. On the contrary, the Huashan Sect disciples all It was clapping and cheering, overjoyed.

At this moment, everyone suddenly heard a loud roar from Leng Zhuo on the stage, and the Shaoyang Immortal Sword rose into the sky. The light immediately dissipated, revealing the figure of Fanchen. But Leng Zhuo seemed to be seriously injured and kept retreating. A moment later, under the surprised eyes of everyone, he looked pale and his whole body was filled with wounds caused by the sword energy. He stretched out his right hand tremblingly and pointed at Fanchen, as if he wanted to say something, but no words came out.

After a while, he swayed a few times, fell to the ground with a thud, and passed out, unconscious.

There was silence on and off the stage, and everyone looked at each other, too shocked to speak.

After a while, the old man with the white beard was the first to react. He jumped onto the ring in a flash and came to Leng Zhuo's side. After a careful inspection, he found that his whole body was intact and there was no sign of poisoning. He seemed to have been severely injured by the sword energy. , both internal and external injuries.

He frowned, stood up, and looked at Fanchen. He couldn't help but look at the young man with admiration. He also glanced at the bare wooden stick that Fanchen was holding tightly in his hand.

"You win." The old man with the white beard suppressed the doubts in his heart and said calmly.

The disciples of the Huashan Sect in the audience were in an uproar, but with the facts before them, there was nothing to say. It was just that Leng Zhuo's defeat was so inexplicable and unbelievable. He clearly had the victory in hand, but suddenly he lost with a loud roar. It was really unacceptable. No.