At this moment, Yin Wutian grabbed the broken piece of cement in front of him with his hands and then pinched it into powder.
At this moment, he was in a mess, no longer had the temperament and style of the master before. His long hair was messy, his white clothes were stained with blood, and blood was hanging on the corners of his mouth! He was a saint, and he was also a saint who was once a saint, but now he was so oppressed by two young men who obviously had no aura of a saint, two younger generations?
And it is still broadcasting live, which is equivalent to being in front of the people of the whole country.
Not only was he injured, but he could no longer get over his face. After all, he was here to challenge Luo Wuji and forced Luo Wuji to take action and crush Luo Wuji.
The result is what it looks like now.
"you!"
"We!"
"two!"
"indivual!"
Yin Wutian gritted his teeth and roared word by word, and the surging magic power in his body sounded like thunder.
But the next moment, Ye Shuangshuang kicked hard and stepped on Yin Wutian's back! "Crack!"
"Wow!"
Yin Wutian squirted out a mouthful of blood.
"I'm asking you."
"Aren't you going to fight?"
"Aren't you going to fight?"
Ye Shuangshuang looked as if she would not forgive the other party, and she was aggressive! But Yin Wutian's face turned red and he couldn't answer a word.
He was seriously injured just now, and his divine ring was blown up.
And I just wanted to fight to the death and burn both my eyes and my gods.
Forced to mobilize the power in the body and want to die with the other party.
As a result, he kicked and now he didn't even have the strength to move a finger.
The gap is too big, and the gap in strength is almost impossible to make up.
At this moment, Yin Wutian's back felt cold and he was frightened.
Who are these two people?
Why are there such masters around Luo Wuji?
But before he could think about it, Wei Ziqing had already fallen in front of him with Ling Lie murderous intent.
The cement floor was shaking, and the shattered cement stones were constantly shaking, and his whole body was pressed into a crackling sound.
This is the momentum and murderous intent that are oppressing him.
"war?"
"A letter of war?"
"You Yin Wutian is worthy of it?"
"Even Zhuang Xiao and Xia Yugui don't have the right to say this in front of my teacher!"
As soon as this sentence was spoken, Yin Wutian was stunned and raised his eyes with all his might, while looking at Luo Chen with an incredible look.
"You are" "The two young Chinese generations who defeated the major saints in the Holy City and won the overlord?"
"Is Luo Wuji the saint master?"
Yin Wutian said in a lost voice at this moment.
His voice was not loud, but it was enough for the people on the scene to hear it clearly.
It is also enough for those who are live broadcasting to receive the radio and then let everyone in the country know about this matter.
Silence, continuous silence! Even Mu Wan'er, who has been in the Zuixian Tower, also frowned slightly, looking a little surprised.
A full minute later, the people watching the live broadcast were in an uproar.
"Is Luo Wuji the saint who has caused a lot of controversy these days?"
"Those two people are his apprentices?"
"How is this possible?"
Everyone at the scene showed an uproar.
"Yes, it's us!"
"The one you always say you want to challenge is the rumored holy teacher."
Wei Ziqing snorted coldly, but his murderous intent never diminished.
"Now, do you still have to challenge?"
"Now, do you, including all of you, still think my teacher is avoiding the war?"
"You Yin Wutian can't even catch a move from us, and you dare to challenge our teacher?"
"We are just the teacher's registered disciples. You can't even catch the teacher's registered disciples, so you dare to challenge our teacher?"
Ye Shuangshuang looked at Yin Wulan on the ground with cold eyes.
"But rumored that you should be the Holy Son, but you obviously" "Is the Holy Son very amazing?"
"I just ask you, is he qualified to say he is not interested in you now?"
"Do you think he is afraid that you are avoiding the war?"
Ye Shuangshuang looked angry. She always respected Luo Chen. Anyone who disrespects Luo Chen would bite him to the end! Are you qualified?
Does this need an answer?
He is a saint! His two registered disciples can be invincible in the holy city, let alone his Yin Wuzhen?
He couldn't even beat Luo Wuji's registered disciples. How could Luo Wuji avoid the war? Why should he be afraid of him?
But Yin Wutian just said in front of everyone that Luo Wuji was afraid of him, how should he say this?
"Dong!"
Another hard kick.
Ye Shuangshuang raised her feet and stepped on Yin Wutian's face.
"I ask you, do you have the qualifications to challenge?"
At this moment, Yin Wutian felt that his anger was almost at the point of self-destruction.
He hasn't spoken yet.
But the next moment, Dong! Ye Shuangshuang kicked again.
"What should I ask you?"
"Are you dumb?"
"Or deaf?"
Dong! Another fierce kick.
Moreover, Wei Ziqing's murderous intent was almost transformed into substance.
"He does have the qualifications to be uninterested in me."
"He wasn't afraid of me either."
Yin Wutian spoke, his teeth were almost broken.
"Dong!"
Step down again.
"Are you admitting your conscience?"
"I thought your Yin Wutian's bones were as proud as you were?"
"So you will admit defeat."
"Hit to look down on modern people?"
"Let me know, the people who step on you are now modern people!"
"I want to live for you at such an age and still fighting for the saint's calamity. I've committed suicide long ago."
This sentence is particularly harsh! It directly hit Yin Wutian's weakness, and even the weakness of all the Holy Sons.
Even the saint of the Jiang family couldn't sit still at this moment, and he was also watching the live broadcast.
"presumptuous!"
He roared angrily, like thunder rolling in the sky, and the sound came directly above the dragon capital.
Because the saint calamity that Ye Shuangshuang mentioned was the reason why they re-educated at this moment.
The so-called glory of the Son sounds nice.
But everyone who truly knows the inside story knows it.
The Son of the Holy One is the loser among the saints! Otherwise, how could he lose or die?
It was like failing the exam and being directly residing. The Holy Son was even more straightforward and went back to kindergarten from university and went back to repeat the study.
Yin Wutian failed twice in a row.
Strictly speaking, in the eyes of those who know the inside story, the Holy Son is a group of losers.
But Ye Shuangshuang ignored the saint son of the Jiang family for the time being, but continued to look at Yin Wutian.
"I still look down on modern people?"
"Don't you think modern people are weak?"
"You Yin Wutian are now being stepped on by the weak chicken. Are you worse than the weak chicken?"
Ye Shuangshuang's expression was cold and his words were extremely harsh.
"Get up, aren't you Yin Wutian trying to challenge my teacher Luo Wuji?"
Ye Shuangshuang said sarcastically again.
Yin Wutian simply buried his head in the pit and stopped raising his head.
What else is there to say?
He was defeated.
I can't handle a single move.
Ye Shuangshuang looked at the people in the crowd again.
"You guys are also irresponsible to my teacher?"
"Scared?"
"My teacher is afraid that such a person who can't even take a single move for us?"