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"enough!"

At this moment, a roar like thunder came from the viewing platform, shaking everyone's brains to buzz.

Everyone turned their heads to look, and the voice came from the Deputy Hall Master of the Stormwind Hall. At this moment, his breath burst out, murderous intent surged, and he stared at the two people on the ring with cold eyes.

The arena is isolated from the sound, just to prevent others from interfering with the competition, but who is the Vice-Hall Master of the Stormwind Palace, a strong person with a ninth level of innate talent.

It's a bit difficult to break through the ring, but it's not a big problem to get the sound in.

So not only the spectators outside the arena heard it, Zhanying also heard it clearly, but he didn't stop, but turned his head to look at the Vice-Hall Master of the Hall of Storms.

Noticing the murderous intent on his body, his expression didn't change at all, he was still smiling, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and after kicking Zhen Shixiong away with another kick, he just said: "Senior, it's really not that I don't give face, but that you are from the Palace of Storms." People don't want to admit defeat, and I can't do anything about it, you can't let me admit defeat!"

As soon as Zhanying's words came out, everyone was stunned, and then turned their heads to look at the Vice-Hall Master of the Storm Palace, wanting to see his reaction.

In fact, everyone knew that there was no way for Zhanying to end the battle, just knock Zhen Shixiong unconscious.

The reason why Zhanying didn't do that is very simple, probably because he was waiting to recognize his grandson, it's simply murderous, and he intends to completely tear the face off with the Hall of Storms!
Hearing these words, the Vice-Hall Master of the Storm Palace became even more angry, and his teeth gritted loudly. Everyone was afraid that Bengga's voice would crush all his teeth.

How could he not know Zhanying's thoughts, his eyes narrowed slightly, murderous intent emerged involuntarily, and he growled: "Boy, don't go too far?"

"Is it too much?" Hearing this, Zhanying suddenly smiled, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, with a trace of mockery, and before the vice-master of the Hall of Stormy Wind could speak, he continued: "You ask your conscience, Who is going too far?"

"Don't say that I am kind to you in the Temple of the Storm. After all, I didn't want to save the people in the Temple of the Storm, but we have no grievances. You want my life and my future if you make a move. And I didn't do anything now, I didn't want his life, and I didn't want to cut off his future, I gave him so much time, if he doesn't admit defeat, what can I do."

Following Zhanying's words, a group of people thought about it carefully, and there seemed to be nothing wrong with it.

Everything was created by the Palace of Storms, but Zhanying didn't do anything, it was you who wanted to mess with him.

The most important thing is that people have kindness to you. This kindness is not taken seriously, but you have to keep it in your heart, but what you do is to repay the kindness with revenge and force people to a dead end!

Cutting off a person's future is like killing their parents. You can do such a thing. If it weren't for their strength, you might already be like them by now, and you can only watch it below as an audience.

What's more, they didn't do anything. It was Sun Tzu who said to admit defeat, and it wasn't him who shouted it out, but you people from the Hall of Storms who shouted it out.

"Zhen Shixiong, admit defeat."

The Deputy Hall Master of the Storm Hall took a deep breath, knowing that he was wrong, looked at Zhen Shixiong who rose into the air again, and roared in a low voice.

The murderous intent was overflowing in the words, and I don't know if it was aimed at Zhan Ying or Zhen Shixiong, in short, he wants to kill people very much now, and it doesn't matter who he kills.

To be honest, although he was annoyed by Zhen Shixiong's actions, he was not too angry. What really made him angry was that you Zhen Shixiong didn't have such strength, and you had to pretend to be a fork.

If you were able to win, the Hall of Stormy Winds would be able to resist all kinds of traps for you, but you lost, and you lost so thoroughly.

Now it's all right, it doesn't matter if you lose face yourself, but now you lose face in the Palace of Storms.

The voice was like ice, rushing into Zhen Shixiong's mind in an instant, and made him wake up in an instant, but then he was kicked on the body again, and his body flew towards the air again.

Feeling the injuries in his body, as well as the mocking eyes of the people around him, the huge sense of shame and indignation almost drove him crazy, but he would rather not be sober.

"You don't want to admit defeat, do you! Don't admit defeat. I don't want to accept such a thing as your grandson. It would be a disgrace to my Zhan family. If my grandfather finds out, he can't beat me to death." .”

Zhen Shixiong closed his eyes, and was about to admit defeat. After all, his face was already lost, and he didn't care about it anymore, but he just opened his mouth, but Zhanying already knew what he was going to do, and opened his mouth quickly.

Hearing these words, Zhen Shixiong's rationality that had just recovered was burned out by anger again, it was simply too deceitful.

Suddenly a mouthful of blood spurted out, and he almost passed out.

Zhen Shixiong wanted to pass out. Once he was in a coma, the arena would automatically judge him to lose, so he wouldn't have to worry about continuing to lose face.

But it was a little bit off, and the reason was that every kick Zhanying kicked on him did not cause him too much injury, but it made him extremely painful and stimulated his nerves. It's hard to pass out.

Before he could think about it, Zhanying kicked him again, hurting him in the air.

The severe pain made him feel as if he was being pricked by needles, and he couldn't even go into a coma. He felt the deputy palace master staring at him like a god of death on the viewing platform, and he felt trembling all over.

Although he didn't want to admit defeat, and didn't want to be ridiculed when he went out in the future, he had no choice but to admit defeat at this time. If he continued to hold on, he didn't know when he would be unconscious.

But now if he stays on the stage for a second longer, he will lose the face of the Kuangfeng Temple. When he goes back, he may be severely punished. Breakthrough to Martial Saint.

"I……"

"You don't really want to admit defeat, just be my grandson!"

He just opened his mouth, and Zhanying's words came again. Unfortunately, Zhen Shixiong had already made a decision this time. He lowered his head and glanced at Zhanying, as if he wanted to remember him thoroughly, then exhaled slowly, gritted his teeth and said: "I surrender."

As his words fell, a ray of energy surged out of Tiantian Pond in an instant, wrapped him up, and disappeared with him, and when he reappeared, he was already outside the ring.

Maybe it was because the effect of the elixir had expired, maybe it was because he was too ashamed and angry, or maybe it was because of the external force. At this time, he had just landed, his head sank, and he fell towards the ground.

"Take him back!"

The Vice-Hallmaster of the Kuangfeng Palace glanced at him. Although he wanted to slap Zhen Shixiong to death now, it was not easy to make a move in front of so many people. After all, he would settle his own affairs at home. The temple is even more embarrassing.

Hearing his words, two disciples of the Hall of Storms had already stepped forward and took Zhen Shixiong away. As for the punishment, everyone knew without thinking about it, and it must not be light.

At the same time, Zhanying had also appeared outside the arena, and wherever he went, everyone gave in one after another.

Zhan Ying's figure walked up to Mu Lin, looking at Mu Lin who had undisguised murderous intent in his eyes and full of aggrieved expression, he actually smiled.

"Remember not to find those trash to deal with me next time. To be honest, it's really boring." Zhanying smiled and said lightly, the words fell, and she turned and left regardless of Mu Lin's expression.

"Stop for me."

At this moment, another voice came out, and Zhanying couldn't help turning her head.

The one who spoke was Wu Chengyun, a disciple of the Hall of Stormy Winds. At this moment, he was walking over from the side, his eyes fixed on Zhanying, like a sharp sword, as if he wanted to pierce him.

"What's the matter?" Zhanying smiled, and said lightly, his face extremely calm.

"You're too much."

Wu Chengyun walked up to Zhanying and spoke slowly.

"Is it too much?" Zhanying smiled, shrugged and replied: "It's not too much at all. I didn't do anything. I didn't take any medicine, I didn't cut off his career, and I didn't hurt his life. How could it be too much?" ?”

As Zhanying's words fell, Wu Chengyun's expression couldn't help froze, and murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

He wasn't a fool, so he could hear the meaning of Zhanying's words, and he had a three-nothing look on his face, clearly mocking what they did in the Hall of Storms.

From everyone's point of view, the Hall of Stormy Wind is self-inflicted, not to mention retribution, Zhanying has indeed done nothing now, everything is just self-defense.

But from Wu Chengyun's point of view, this is not the case, probably because as people in the Hall of Stormy Wind, they are used to being obeyed by others, what they say is reasonable and what they do is right.

Therefore, in his heart, the people in the Hall of Stormy Wind are powerful, and it is natural for them to do anything, but as a weak person, Zhanying can only bear or accept what they do, and resisting is provoking their Hall of Stormy Wind.

"Very good, I'll wait for you in the arena, I hope you can still say such things when the time comes." Wu Chengyun exhaled slowly, suppressed the murderous intent in his heart, and looked at Zhanying and said coldly.

"Don't worry, I won't change my words anytime."

Zhanying naturally understood the meaning of his words, smiled lightly, and spoke calmly without any hesitation.

"It seems that I met a few wastes before, and I feel that I am very good after winning a few games. I will tell you what is a real strong man." Wu Chengyun sneered, looked at Zhanying, and said : "So, if you have time, hurry up and heal your wounds, don't say that I will be invincible when the time comes."

"It doesn't take much effort to deal with you, it's enough now." Zhanying shrugged.

After the words fell, he turned around and left without stopping for a moment. The strength of Wu Chengyun in front of him was not bad, but it was only good, not enough to be his opponent.

Looking at Zhanying's back, Wu Chengyun's eyes gradually turned cold, a trace of murderous intent spread within, but soon disappeared without a trace.

Of course, it's not that the murderous intent is gone, but it's hidden by him. There's no need to be anxious now, I believe he will meet him in the ring soon, and he can do whatever he wants by then.