Time passed by minute by second, and everyone's heartstrings were tense to the extreme.【】

As each second passes, I feel more uneasy.

The consumption required by Feng Yang's body is provided by attribute energy, and Feng Yang is a pure Yang Juemui body. There are examples of people with this type of constitution surviving without a heart, and without a heart, people with a Pure Yang Juemei body become more effective in combat.

Strong, it can be called a fighting machine.

Without a heart, there is no fatal point. As long as it is not destroyed, there will be no death.

However, the heart is the most important organ of the human body. Without a heart, death is inevitable for ordinary people. Even for pure Yang Juemui bodies, there are more cases of death.

However, Feng Yang is not dead now, because the attribute energy is condensed into the form of a battle armor. The battle armor releases several energy threads to connect to various parts of the body. These energy are completely self-sufficient, but the ten energy threads originally connected to the heart are now

They are intertwined together to form a small ball. This small ball is located at the heart, like a special heart.

Two hours is not a long time, and at this time, everyone in Fox Fairy Little Juli felt that time was going very slowly, but they were afraid that time was going too fast, so a group of people quietly held this contradictory and entangled mood.

Waiting for a miracle to happen.

"puff!"

Suddenly, a crisp and strange sound sounded in the silent room. At this time, the sound was like a thunder on the ground, breaking the quiet but tense atmosphere.

You Xueer, Hu Die, and the three great martial saints simultaneously cast their sights towards the place where the incident occurred. As a result, a smile appeared on their faces and they breathed out a sigh of relief.

Feng Yang gently supported the bed with his arms and stood up. He felt like he fell into a deep sleep and then woke up.

"A miracle, this can be considered a miracle." Tang Zhuo smiled happily. He was obviously more concerned about Feng Yang's life and death than Wu Hua. After all, Feng Yang's life and death was related to whether a peerless strong man could be born.

Feng Yang's awakening made You Xueer's hanging heart relax a little. After a knowing smile, the worries and expectations that were originally divided into two parts merged into one and were all placed on Wu Hua.

"It's almost time, forget it." Sage Bai Jie shook his head and sighed.

"No." You Xueer rushed to the Haibo Ice Coffin, guarding the Haibo Ice Coffin tightly, as if she was afraid that someone would disturb Wu Hua. She gritted her teeth to prevent herself from crying, but the tears

But she couldn't stop it. She pretended to be strong and roared loudly: "Hua Zai will not die, he will not abandon me, he promised me."

Saint Bai Jie was stunned. This was the first time since he became a Martial Saint that he had been yelled at by someone, and it was also by a petite little girl, which made him a little dumbfounded. However, he also knew that this girl was too nervous. Wu Hua was a human being who couldn't let go.

Normally, Bai Jie would not be as familiar with You Xue'er, a little girl who can show his granddaughter to him.

"Senior Bai, is there no other way?" Feng Yang didn't want to give up. He glanced at Wu Hua worriedly and asked anxiously.

"If even replacing your heart doesn't work, then we have to give up." Bai Jie said.

It was like being struck by lightning on the top of his head. At that moment, Feng Yang felt a little dizzy and staggered back. This fact was obviously not something he could accept.

"I suggest you choose a cemetery to bury him. Giving the deceased a place to rest will only increase the sorrow." Tang Zhuo said kindly like an elder.

"No, absolutely not." You Xueer shook her head, biting her red lips, trying not to cry, trying to make herself strong. She never wanted to cry, and didn't want to make herself really sad, because she was always deceiving herself.

She thought that if she didn't cry, Wu Hua was not dead. If she cried, it meant she was sad for Wu Hua's death. But in the end, she couldn't suppress the grief in her heart and burst into tears.

"Why have I tried so hard for so long, but I still can't save you?" Feng Yang's nose was sore, and his vision, which was not affected by anything in the dark night, was blurred at this moment, making him unclear about the familiarity of his brother lying in the ice coffin on the seashore.

face, tears falling down one by one.

"Hua Zai, wake up quickly. Do you really not want Xue'er? Wake up." You Xue'er lay on the Haibo Ice coffin and looked at Wu Hua lying in the Haibo Ice coffin, with tears in her eyes.

One by one they fell on Wu Hua's face, making his face wet.

The heart-wrenching, hoarse shouts made people feel sore and ready to cry, but others did not know how to comfort this girl who was immersed in grief.

Three hours had passed, but Wu Hua still failed to wake up within the stipulated time, and it was more than an hour later. Based on the experience of the master Bai Jie, Wu Hua had no hope at all.

But You Xueer still firmly believed that Wu Hua could not die like this. Whether she could not accept this fact or deceived herself, You Xueer just did not agree to bury Wu Hua. Even if Wu Hua never woke up, she would not

I want to stay with Wu Hua for the rest of my life, and watch him grow old while he is "sleeping" until he dies.

You Xueer wiped Wu Hua's body as always, keeping him clean every day so that when he wakes up, he can face a new life with a new look.

If there is an afterlife, I want to be a tree and stand for eternity without any posture of joy or sorrow. Half of it is peaceful in the soil, half of it is flying in the wind, half of it is covered with shade, and half of it is bathed in the sun. I am very silent and very proud, never relying on anything.

Find.

Feng Yang's grief was no less than that of You Xue'er, but he had to cheer up. There were still many things he had to face next. Perhaps, in his heart, he still had a glimmer of hope.

As expected, the strong men from Sunset City came to attack Feng Yang as scheduled, and were bound to kill the biggest suspect for destroying the Wuhun sculpture.

But Ruthless Sword Lu Yi spoke extremely arrogantly: "Feng Yang has left. If you want to kill him, go find him."

Although the strong men in Sunset City are all famous and powerful men in the world, and there are also heroes from all walks of life, but in front of the strong Martial Saints, no matter their own strength, status or influence, they are not comparable to them.

It’s not on the same level, so I can only leave in frustration.

In their respective territories, they can control the wind and rain and cover the sky with one hand, but if they are asked to take people from the hands of the three great martial saints and force the three great martial saints, they really don't have that ability.

The next day.

The three martial saints called Feng Yang into the room.

Lu Yidao: "Those people in Sunset City will definitely be watching you. You will definitely have some trouble walking in the future, so now I want to give you an identity, but you have to prove this identity with your own strength and fight for it."

"What's your identity?" Feng Yang asked.

"The supreme head coach of the Arbitration Church." Lu Yi's expression was still expressionless, just like the honorary title given to him by outsiders, ruthless and cold, "With this identity, I can also deter those people. I will give you this

I also hope that you will solve some chores as soon as possible and then come and practice with us."

"I understand." Feng Yang nodded and became the supreme coach of the Arbitration Church. For the Arbitration Church in all cities on the mainland, he is one person below ten thousand people. He is the supreme coach of the Arbitration Church.

His status is much higher than that of the leader of the Arbitration Church in any city. With this status, others really have to worry about the Arbitration Church if they want to deal with Feng Yang.

It's just that Feng Yang doesn't understand that although the ruthless sword Lu Yi is a strong martial artist, he can't influence the affairs of the Arbitration Church's chief teacher. How can he appoint himself as the supreme coach of the Arbitration Church's chief teacher out of thin air?

As if Feng Yang's inner doubts were revealed, Tang Zhuo, the most enthusiastic and kind-hearted senior among the three martial saints, said with a smile: "It's normal for you to be doubtful. After all, there are only a handful of people who know Lu Yi's other identity."

"Another identity?" Feng Yang turned back to Lu Yi.

"Actually, the person with the highest authority to arbitrate the status of the church is not the patriarch, but the Pope." A wise smile appeared on Tang Zhuo's handsome and mature face like a forty-year-old man, "Because of some things that happened that year

, not only gave him the title of Ruthless Sword, but he was also invited to appoint the Pope of the Arbitration Church."

As for what it was, Feng Yang was curious, but seeing that Tang Zhuo had no intention of discussing it in detail, he also very wisely chose to avoid the important and take the easy.

"Although I am the pope, becoming the supreme coach of the Arbitration Church is not a matter of words. Originally, to become a supreme coach, one needs to go through many tests and make a large enough contribution to the Arbitration Church, and then step by step from headhunting.

person rises to

The sanctioner, then the black iron-level coach, is promoted step by step. If I come forward, I can directly make an exception and let you challenge the supreme-level coach. Whether you can succeed depends on your strength." Jueqingjian's eyes were cold and emotionless, and his words were the same as before.

As cold as ice.

"Thank you, Senior Lu." Feng Yang said with cupped hands.

"Now that the Wuhun sculpture is broken, in order to prevent the murderer from destroying the sculpture again, we must go there to guard the place. The rest is all up to you." Tang Zhuo's tone suddenly became a little heavy, and the Wuhun sculpture was broken.

, if we are attacked by a similar intensity again, I’m afraid it will no longer be suspenseful.

After the three great martial saints left, Fox Immortal Xiaoju once again fell into a deathly silence.

You Xueer stayed with Wu Hua and never left her. Hu Die did whatever she wanted and harassed Feng Yang again and again, trying to get Feng Yang to go out for a walk with her. However, Feng Yang had too many confusions in his heart and ignored Hu Die.

It made sense, so Hu Die said angrily, "Crazy, they are all crazy" and then went out alone in a sulk.

Feng Yang really couldn't find any reason to explain Xia Ying's matter. When she attacked the Wuhun sculpture in the center of Sunset City that day, Xia Ying's fighting power was beyond what she could possess, and that arm also looked like

Warcraft's arm.

But if Xia Ying was transformed into a monster, or had her body invaded by a monster, how could she remember the past so clearly when they were together, and show longing and longing in such a humane way when recalling the past?

An expression like melancholy that can only be expressed by rich human emotions?

And if her body had not been invaded by a monster, what would be the explanation for the terrifying blow from her suddenly transformed arm when she attacked the martial spirit sculpture?

"If she is really Xia Ying, will she really be so cruel and determined to frame me and make me a public enemy that everyone wants to kill?"

"Damn, I'm so annoyed." Feng Yang shook his head vigorously. The previous things were still unresolved, but now there were more problems, which made him always a little at a loss.
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