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Chapter 442 Two Level 6 Experts

Slowly, slowly, the condensed blood cells began to turn into a ball of ice, as big as a basketball, and the ice ball was spinning rapidly in the air, blew up a biting cold and violent wind.

"Click!"

"Click!"

Suddenly, the blood-colored ice cube made a series of broken sounds. At this moment when it seemed to solidify, people saw the ice cube cracked little by little, all of which were cracks.

"Crazy..."

"Ping Ping Pong..."

Just like the sound of glass falling on the ground and breaking, it was extremely pleasant. The cracked blood-colored ice hockey suddenly fell and fell into countless small pieces. The small pieces were evenly and uniform, flashing with a strange red under the light, which was extremely charming...

There was a terrifying atmosphere in the whole room. People didn't understand what was going on at all, but they felt that there was a powerful force in the air that was just like the terrifying atmosphere.

At this moment, time seemed to stop passing.

Everyone's heartbeats and their breathing becomes rapid, but Sun Chun's face also had a dull expression on his face. It was not until Tu Yiwan walked in front of him that he realized that his face, which was swollen like a pig's head, had turned pale.

"Who did it?" Tu Yiwan reached out and pulled Sun Dun with a look of Xiao Sha.

"I...I...I don't know each other...I came in and asked to talk to the organizer. Someone took me to a room. I saw an old man with a beard. I said, "We are someone who wants to participate in a military close-up fight competition. He asked me where I was and if I had signed up, I...I replied no, and he left, and then...and..."

"Then what?" Tu Yiwan's eyes were as sharp as a blade, with murderous intent everywhere. The temperature in the whole room dropped, and the cold was bone-blooded.

"Then, the bodyguard following him beat me up, and then... mentioned me here again, and asked me to kneel here, not allow me to leave, saying that if I leave, I would kill me, and let the people here stare at me..."

Sun Dun stammered and Tu Yiwan understood the whole story. Of course, Tu Yiwan believed that Sun Dun must have concealed some of the speech, otherwise, the other party would have no reason to deal with a young man without any martial arts skills so roughly.

Tu 10,000 years old and mature, indeed, as he guessed, after Sun Dun was rejected when he asked to participate in the competition, he immediately provoked arrogantly, saying that he could easily win the championship if he sent someone casually. With Sun Dun's unclear identity, he would naturally be humiliated if he said such words.

"Peng!"

Tu Yiwan raised his foot and slashed on a tempered glass coffee table beside him, making a shocking sound. The glass that could not even be penetrated by bullets was shattered by Tu Yiwan's kick, and the momentum was extremely terrifying...

"Now, there are two ways for you to choose. First, I will compensate me, the little brother for a 100 million gold coins for the medicine fee. Second, let us participate in the selection competition. Third, hehe, hehe..." Tu Yiwan's expression of a smirk made people chill all over.

Although Tu Yiwan has not used his real kung fu now, as a martial saint, as long as he can emit that aura, he is naturally not something that ordinary people can resist.

"Old...Old...Sir...I think...I think you've found the wrong place..." A big man stuttered.

"Hmm?" Tu Yiwan was stunned.

"I...we...we are just doing odd jobs..." a big man said weakly.

"Matchmakers..." Tu Yiwan couldn't help but feel a stagnant. He didn't expect that a group of mates were so tough. Of course, he didn't know that these mates were all sparring coaches, and they were actually considered fighting men, but they were just unable to compare with those who were on the ring.

"Old Tu, this is a lounge, let's go in." Sun Dun seemed to think that Tu Yiwan was a master in the Martial Saint realm, and his courage became stronger.

"What are you doing?"

Just as the two were about to set off, a door inside suddenly opened, and two heads were poked out. It was a soldier wearing a green vest. Obviously, they heard the sound of the glass coffee table breaking and came out to take a look.

"It's them!" Sun Dun's face changed color and pointed at the two people with a swollen face.

"Little bastard, what are you pointing at?! Kneel down quickly, don't make me unhappy and beat you up again." One of the bald soldiers looked at Sun Dun with a ferocious look on his face and waved his muscled arm. Sun Dun subconsciously took a few steps back and hid behind Tu Yiwan.

"Hehe, you beat Sun Dun?"

Tu Yiwan walked towards the man with a kind face.

"Yes, why are you not convinced?" The man didn't realize that the disaster was coming, and he looked like a hero in the world was above me.

"Nothing is nothing. I am Sun Dun's grandfather. My grandson was beaten. Do you think you will feel sorry for being a grandfather?" Tu Yiwan continued to walk towards the man with a harmless expression.

"Well... this is, the grandson is beaten by someone else, and it will definitely be uncomfortable to be a grandfather. In this way, you are not young anymore. I respect the elderly and love the young. Take your foolish grandson away. Don't embarrass you here..."

"How could he be embarrassed?" Tu Yiwan had already walked to the man and said with a smile.

"He actually said arrogantly that he could win the Imperial Federation trial championship by just calling someone to come, haha... who killed him?!"

The big man's crazy laughter stopped abruptly, and his face changed color because he saw the corpse lying on the ground. At the same time, he also felt that the atmosphere seemed a little wrong. Some of the messengers in the lounge did not echo his crazy laughter. Obviously, this was very abnormal.

"He...oh... do you think of him? He didn't want to shoot me with a gun just now, so I had to kill him. Oh... the character hurts the tiger's will, and the tiger hurts people's hearts." Tu Yiwan looked back at the headless corpse with regret.

"You..." The man suddenly felt a feeling of depression. The white-haired and white-bearded old man gave him an indescribable feeling, and it was a kind of pressure.

"You beat my grandson and asked him to kneel down. You said, how should I punish you?" Tu Yiwan said slowly.

"What do you want?"

The two big men looked at each other, and a little, with a strong sense of uneasiness on their faces. Obviously, they also felt an extremely dangerous feeling.

In fact, as a martial saint, Tu Yiwan did not deliberately exude his aura, ordinary people would not be able to notice his surging breath of life. In fact, this is what many cultivation books say to return to nature.

When martial arts practice reaches a certain level, the body will emit a powerful aura. This aura is very strong. Ordinary people will retreat when they encounter it. After further training, the aura will become weaker and weaker and cannot be detected. Only when it is deliberately emitted will the mountain-like oppressive aura overflow wildly, which is the legendary return to nature.

"Kneel down!" Tu Yiwan's kind expression suddenly changed, and he spit out two words heavily from his mouth.

"puff……"

"ah……"

The two soldiers were about to speak, but they didn't say it, but they both fell to the ground. On his body, it seemed as if a heavy mountain suddenly pressed on his shoulders. They had no room for resistance and knelt straight on the ground. A sound of heart-punctured rupture came from their knees.

"Peng!"

Just as the two men knelt down, there was a loud noise, and the faint door suddenly broke. Two middle-aged men wearing gray robes and about fifty years old ran out like lightning. The broken metal mixed with the sound of wind and thunder, and the sound was extremely terrifying...

Two Level 6 masters!

Tu Yiwan showed a strange smile on his face. He could not have expected that there would be two level six masters here. Obviously, he had just released his true energy and lured these two masters out.

The two middle-aged men wore exactly the same robe. Although they had flat heads, they gave people a fairy-like appearance. Although their power was scary, they did not feel that they were arrogant.

“Wow…”

With a muffled sound, the steel fragments mixed with wind and thunder suddenly disappeared without a trace like mud cows entering the sea.

The two of them stared at Tu Yiwan's body with their eyes tightly.

Tu Yiwan also stared at the two people tightly. Between the lightning and flashes of the two people running out, Tu Yiwan seemed to have an indescribable feeling, but when the two people stood still, this feeling disappeared immediately.

Tu Yiwan didn't understand why he felt this feeling. He had no one in the Human Alliance. However, this feeling of suddenness was so special. Tu Yiwan believed in his own feelings. This feeling was an experience in countless battles.

He looked at the two people carefully. Apart from the aura of a level six master, there was nothing special about them. One was a yellow man and the other was a white man. He was wearing a gray robe that had been washed white and had mediocre facial features.

"Master, Master, help..." When the two knelt down, they shouted quickly, vomiting blood while shouting, which was extremely shocking.

The two of them ignored the big man kneeling on the ground, staring at Tu Yiwan's body with his eyes tightly. The old man did not emit any aura, but he was like an ancient prehistoric beast, unfathomable.

Silver light!

Looking at the gray clothes on the two people, Tu Yiwan's eyes lit up. Yes! It was silver light. The moment the two of them flew out just now, he saw a silver light, a dazzling silver light. However, after the two of them stood still, the silver light disappeared.

I vaguely remember that the silver light seemed to be like a pattern, and what attracted my attention was the fleeting silver pattern.

"Are you a Level 6 master?!" The white man looked at Tu Yiwan with a cold face, and a meaningful look of mockery appeared on his face. Obviously, he did not take a Level 6 master to heart.

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