The appreciation from Wei Xiong made them finally let out the breath they had been holding in their hearts. Just as Wei Xiong said, in this hundred-yuan world, they have proved with practical actions that they are the ones who laugh last. They

, It was not garbage before, it will not be garbage now, and it will not be garbage in the future.

Wei Xiong's merciless words fell on the ears of the nearly two hundred eliminated monks who were brought back to the Hundred Yuan Realm by their respective city lords, making all of their faces pale and without a trace of blood. All kinds of unwillingness and helplessness flashed in their eyes.

Despair, it seems that the high-spirited and vigorous people who once were there can never be found again, forming a sharp contrast with the dozens of high-spirited passers-by on the opposite side.

One side is like a dim star, the other side is like a blazing sun!

Such a naked comparison, the loud but merciless ridicule, simply made those losers want to scream to the sky, feel ashamed and angry, and even worse, their eyes were dull and lost.

The expressionless Ye Wuque stood at the head of the eleven people, listening to Wei Xiong's unabashed appreciation and ridicule, but his mood did not change at all.

Ten years of silence made Ye Wuque understand that if you fall behind, you will be beaten. This is an eternal truth. Instead of feeling sorry for yourself and feeling depressed here, it is better to hide today's failure in your heart, work hard, never give up, and start all over again.

!Perhaps one day in the future, those geniuses who once stepped on your head will be stepped back under your feet again.

The journey of training is so cruel. If your skills are not as good as others, you will be humiliated by others.

No one saw that among the more than 200 monks who failed, there were still dozens of pairs of eyes shining with unyielding light and sparks of perseverance. They were not devastated or dying of shame and anger, but opened their eyes wide and looked at the opposite side.

Those dozens of faces were deeply remembered in my heart and became the goal of future efforts.

Yes, I am not as good as you now, but this does not mean that I will still be not as good as you in the future. If you fail today, I will bear it in my heart. I will see you again and I will teach you again!

The journey of training is also very long. No one knows that one day in the future, among these young monks who have been defeated by others, there will also be several earth-shaking heroes!

Wei Xiong didn't seem to care how much of a shadow his words would cast on the more than two hundred failed young monks behind him. It might make some of them never make any progress in their lives, and then lose their aura of genius and become mediocre.

It no longer has its former glory.

Perhaps, this is also the result Wei Xiong wants. The big waves wash away the sand and the steel is made into steel. If those who are not firm in mind and will can't even overcome the blow in front of them and cheer up again, then they will not be able to become truly strong throughout their lives.

, for such a weakling, what is the use of the hundreds of major cities in the Eastern Land coming?

"However, although you are no longer trash..."

Wei Xiong, with sharp eyes, spoke slowly, his eyes scanning the faces of every young man holding the Jade Seal of the Hundred Cities, with a hint of playfulness in his tone.

Following Wei Xiong's words, the hearts of dozens of young monks became tense again!

"Although you are no longer trash, you are still far from a real genius. But don't worry, I will still give you another chance to prove yourself. This is the second and final stage of the Hundred Cities War.

Whether you can become a true genius and shine your own light depends on whether you can seize the next last chance."

When these words reached the ears of dozens of young monks, it was as if a volcano was about to erupt in their hearts, and their awe-inspiring fighting spirit and boiling blood instantly ignited!

"Is the final battle of the Hundred Cities War finally coming..."

Ye Wuque, with eyes as bright as lightning, murmured to himself, stroking his storage ring with his fingers. Ye Wuque told himself in his heart that no matter how cruel the final battle was, he would definitely win. Only in this way, he might

Only then can we have the opportunity to meet the mysterious and unpredictable Lord of the First Main City, and then we can ask the Lord about the Blood Dragon Jade and information about Uncle Fu.

Therefore, he cannot lose, he can only win all the way to the end!

"Before the final battle, put away your Hundred Cities Jade Seal. You have three days to recover from your injuries and adjust your condition. After three days, I hope you will be in peak condition to face the final battle."

As these words fell, several figures fell from the sky behind Wei Xiong, and each entered Yuanyang Hall and Tianbai Peak respectively. Because in these two inheritance places, there are still many people who have died due to serious injuries.

Although some of the monks who lost the ability to move upgraded their own Hundred Cities Jade Seal to purple, they did not come to Wei Xiong in time at the final moment within three days and three nights, so they could only fail with great regret.

Among the two figures who entered Yuanyang Hall, one was an old man with white hair and a gloomy face. This man was none other than the city lord of Zihuo City, Zhou Lieyang.

"Buzz"

Just when Wei Xiong was about to take all the young geniuses across the space gate to the place where they could heal and rest, an angry old voice suddenly sounded from Yuanyang Hall!

"I am reporting to the second city lord, Ye Wuque, the main city of Longguang who inherited the inheritance of Yuanyang. This son has committed a heinous crime. His methods in Yuanyang Palace are ruthless and cruel. He must not be easily forgiven!"

The old voice echoed in all directions and reached everyone's ears in an instant. Wei Xiong's figure also paused slightly at this moment.

Ye Wuque, who heard these words clearly in his ears, narrowed his eyes, and immediately the cold light became bright!

Because he saw the old man with white hair who had just entered the Yuanyang Hall and rushed out very quickly with a person in his arms. The person's eyes were lifeless and his face was empty and desperate. He only seemed to be repeating a name in his mouth.

It's Zhou Huo.

Another old man following Zhou Lieyang had an equally gloomy face. Within the Yuanli aperture in front of him lay nearly twenty young monks who had passed out. All of these young monks who had passed out were covered in blood, and their faces were covered in blood.

Twisted in extreme pain, Shen Yushu, the red-haired young man was among them!
Chapter completed!