The second half of the Atai selection is about to begin.

"I look so miserable now." Wuya lay in a corner of the martial arts competition, panting and resting. He looked at the broken clothes, his dazzling hair, and his scars, and his mouth was filled with blood. He felt a little uncomfortable. He quickly looked at the observation stage and found that the only bad woman was looking at him on the observation stage.

He knew that it was the junior sister's dear aunt and a bad woman, so he felt even more uncomfortable.

But what made him feel relieved was that the junior sister was not in the stands.

"That's good. If the junior sister sees it, it's going to be shameless." In fact, Wuya, who was focused on the competition, had no idea. Duojiao was paying attention to him from beginning to end. If the black armored guard had not shown too strong evil spirit, he would definitely not have left the stands.

On the other side, the paulownia is much better.

He himself is the young leader of the mountain tribe, with a prominent status and was awarded two consecutive terms. He was extremely glorious. During this break, countless people were asking about his well-being. Some helped him massage his back, some helped him squeeze his shoulders, some wiped his sweat and back, and some helped him tidy up his appearance.

He was also lying in the corner, if Tongmuli was the earth emperor, Wuya would be a red-haired native chicken.

Fortunately, the Great Dian Kingdom is very warlike and worships the powerful warriors. As the dark horse of this generation, he is young and naturally receives love from the rest of the people. Even if there is no specific person to help him, the people around him spontaneously brought him water and food, helped him wipe the mud and blood stains on his body, and even helped him get clean and clean clothes.

Wuya's heart was very warm, which relieved his pain.

At this time, a big hand pressed on the back of his neck, and a hot and magma-like warm current overflowed from the palm and poured into his neck. The neck was the top of his spine. The warm current flowed in and in the blink of an eye, it flowed to the limbs and bones of his body, and the internal organs, allowing the meridians in his body to stretch out, and the meridians that had been blocked just now were also swept away again.

So, the pure power of Yuanyang gathered together again.

Driven by this extremely powerful warm current, it seemed to resonate and began to operate.

But after a moment, Wuya felt that the pain in his whole body had healed, and even the Yuanyang and physical strength that had been severely consumed had recovered by nearly ten.

"The method of the dinosaur!"

Wuya was stunned. This was the method of dinosaur that the five old men had said!

...

The so-called method of enlightenment is to pour one person's Yuanyang into another person's body, help another person's Yuanyang to circulate the circulation of the heavens, so that the meridians and qi holes can be restored smoothly, so that the injuries in the body can be cured, physically restored, and consumed Yuanyang. A powerful person can even directly transmit the Yuanyang cultivation of the whole body to another person's body, so that the other person becomes a master in an instant, which is a enlightenment.

There are things like Yuanyang Pure Power in every living object, but the difference between more and less is that if you want to use them, you must be a martial arts master. But if you are not a close relative, who would be stupid to use this method?

...

While Wuya's body recovered, his eyes widened little by little, and his body trembled violently.

He didn't dare to guess who would be the one who passed it to himself?

The world is so big, who can give me this kind of kindness?

Then...it's only him!

At this moment, Wuya's eyes, which were as big as follicles, suddenly felt a hint of warmth.

This was a feeling of tears! Then, the feeling of the raindrops slipped down, Wuya gritted his teeth, and with the thoughts that he really couldn't convince himself, he turned around in an instant after evacuating his neck with the hand.

He looked down at the front of him. There was indeed a person in front of him. He was wearing leather boots and was not tall. What was important was that he did not have any familiar feeling. His heart was trembling and his emotions were tense. His eyes were still rising from the man's feet, looking up little by little, and his eyes passed by the man's feet, calves, knees, thighs, waist and abdomen, chest, and finally...face.

However, the man was wearing a black cloak, his face covered under a large hood that prevented the dust and could not see anything.

All that could be seen was the other party's slightly exposed chin and mouth.

There was no beard on his chin, which was different from the one he remembered when the heavy snow left on the Nanyuan River ten years ago. He had a shaved beard...

"It's not him..." Wuya was a little disappointed.

When he was disappointed, he glanced at the corner of his mouth and saw the corner of his mouth slowly rising... This upward feeling was a little unyielding and joking, which made him feel extremely familiar.

He looked up at the man again, and the man stretched out his hand and slowly lifted his hood off...

In an instant, a face that was so familiar that it could not be more familiar appeared in his eyes. Although he no longer tied his long hair and was full of heroism like he used to, he had long hair spread out on his shoulders and his face was full of elegance, he could not forget these sharp and clear eyes, these pairs of sword-like eyebrows and a scar like a centipede on his face...

"Long time no see, Wuya." The man said with a gentle voice, "Is it okay?"

Wuya was extremely excited, the light in his eyes was trembling, and tears were circling in his eye sockets.

He was not good at expressing himself, but his excitement was so intense that he danced and made a sound in his mouth, not knowing how to say hello or express it.

It seems that he has been driving back. Over the past few months, Duojiao has been trying hard to train him to speak, but at the critical moment, he still lost his links.

After a while of rushing, Wuya suddenly remembered something. He took two steps back on the competition stage, knelt on both knees, raised his head and knocked it hard to the ground.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

There were nine sounds, and each time the competition stage trembled once.

Those who practice martial arts have very strong roots and bones. Ru Wuya has surpassed the first-class master, and their cultivation is only inferior to the real king realm. In addition, with high talent, this iron-cast copper-drink warrior will not be injured even if it hits. However, at this moment, after nine sounds, his forehead was covered with blood and flesh, and the place where he kowtowed was sunken, and the ground was even more bloody and splattered five steps!

"Master."

After finishing the knock on the head, Wuya finally remembered that it was time to speak.

The loud sound is nothing more than this. No matter how loud the roar is, no matter how loud the roar is, it is not as good as these two heavy words.

Yi Shaocheng's big hand gently patted him, as if comforting, and as if expressing his empathy.

At this moment, Yi Shaocheng was also extremely sad. In the past ten years, although the Han Dynasty, which was thousands of miles away, often remembered the scene of sunset by the river, taking Duojiao and Wuya to practice martial arts and swimming. Those years, those things, those beauty, and those who have struggled have changed. Only this heavy piece of mind is left in my heart!

For a moment, Yi Shaocheng didn't know whether it was joy or sorrow.

"Fight well, if someone is going to do anything bad, I'll deal with it." Yi Shaocheng said last.

...

"Master? So this person is this Wuya Master!" When the people around him saw this, they immediately gave up a lot of space for Yi Shaocheng. When they looked at Yi Shaocheng, they were extremely respectful in their eyes.

They saw Wuya's strength.

He is not yet twenty years old, and is naturally tall and powerful, and can tie with Tongmuyi, a hero who won two consecutive Ata's successive titles. In addition to being powerful, he is full of danger. This man looks like a monster.

They have been paying attention to this beast since the Atai competition. They found that he was just a teenager, just a bit strange in appearance, but the temperament revealed when calling the word "Master" makes people feel extremely friendly because it is innocent like a child.

However, this master...

More people noticed that Yi Shaocheng was not tall and handsome. Even the hideous scar on his face could not destroy his unique elegant aura of Han people.

Such a person is actually the master of this beast? How powerful should this person be if he can train such a monster?

When everyone thinks of this, their minds gradually turn from the initial respect to awe.

...

Yi Shaocheng looked at Wuya with appreciation, and sighed in relief: "You have grown a lot."

Wuya felt a little embarrassed when his master said this, but as if he had thought of something, he suddenly jumped off the martial arts competition platform with an unhappy expression and said to Yi Shaocheng: "I'm sorry, Master, I broke the spear you used."

After saying that, Wuya spread his hands out.

There were a few pieces of metal on his hand, which were exactly what happened when the gun head broke. It turned out that he was still holding a few pieces and blood marks were drawn in the palm of his hand.

"It's okay, things are dead, people are alive, you're fine." Yi Shaocheng comforted, feeling angry, amused and moved, and said, "Have you ever thought about what to do next?"

After Yi Shaocheng finished speaking, his eyes looked at Tong Muli in a corner of the martial arts competition platform and the thin old man behind him.

Tong Muli was sitting, lying and half asleep at this moment, and her eyes were also looking here.

Not long after, the thin old man had handed a brand new scimitar to his hand, and his eyes were also sternly looking at Yi Shaocheng.

Tong Muli ignored the invisible confrontation of these two seniors. He took the scimitar, sat up, and slowly pulled it out. He saw that the blade of the scimitar was not decorated in the sheath of gems, but the cold light was cold and restrained on it. There were many natural and subtle patterns like snowflakes on the surface of the knife, and the blade was covered with serrated teeth. If you didn't deliberately look at it, you wouldn't find it.

Even Yi Shaocheng over there sighed, "It's such a peerless knife!"

"Well, it's a pity. The steel mouth can have snow patterns and the blade head can have dense serrations. Such materials and forging skills are probably rare, but they fall into the hands of people with unclean hands and feet." Yi Shaocheng smiled slightly, his tone was calm, but there seemed to be anger in vain.

Wuya felt this anger.

Wuya looked at Tong Muli, who was fiddling with the knife, withdrew his eyes, clasped his fists at Yi Shaocheng and said, "It's indeed a good knife. After a while, Wuya will shoot it over and give it to the master."

"Hahahaha..." Yi Shaocheng laughed happily and said after a long time: "Wuya, look behind this person."

Wuya was unclear, so he looked in the direction Yi Shaocheng said, and saw an old man like a beggar and thin chicken standing with a crutch. He had few hairs on his head and his mouth was toothless. He was so weak that he could even make him fall three feet tall.

What's so good about this? Wuya looked at Yi Shaocheng in confusion, really didn't understand.

Yi Shaocheng continued: "These few attacks you have been attacked are the ones who are doing this."

When he heard this, Wuya became furious immediately. He knew that the cow hair was strange. On the spot, Wuya was about to roll up his sleeves to remove the old man's skin and bones, but his master Yi Shaocheng stopped him.

"Picking leaves and flying flowers to kill people. This is the highest level of using hidden weapons. Flowers are the softest and the leaves are the most crisp. You can kill these two things. Think about it, how strong should it be? This person uses cow hair, which is soft, and the thin one cannot be thinner. But as soon as you make a move, you will hurt your meridians and close your qi and blood. Have you ever thought about this person's strength?"

"King Realm?" Wuya immediately understood, saw that Yi Shaocheng admitted, and then said, "Is it really the King Realm?"

"At least this level, this person may be this kid's master. All the moves you used just now were seen by this person. At this time, he probably had already come up with a cracking move to deal with you and passed it to that kid. I used the method of divine for you, and there was a suspicion of pulling seedlings to help grow. According to daily life, I would not use them even if you were half dead. But if I don't help you today, I'm afraid you will be killed by him as soon as you go on stage."

"He is also worthy of being Atai? And this shameless old man, how dare you bully me!" Wuya was so angry that he gritted his teeth. He was restored to his original state and his speech became fluent.

Yi Shaocheng smiled and asked, "Do you want to teach him a lesson?"

Wuya nodded and said, "I think, but I don't have the weapons to support me."

"We have weapons everywhere, the important thing is the people who use weapons, you see."

Yi Shaocheng stretched out two fingers, and in Wuya's puzzled eyes, the finger color gradually turned black, and the fingertips were slightly scarlet red, and several rays of thunder and lightning like snakes suddenly jumped.

Yi Shaocheng suddenly took action and poked at the pillar pouring copper and iron at the competition stage. This move was fast and fast, and Wuya didn't see clearly at all.
To be continued...