Ye Yunji kept staring at the competition on the field. Seeing Gu Fenghua repeatedly falling into desperate situations, he almost couldn't help but take action. But every time in the end, Gu Fenghua survived.
The worries between Ye Yunji's eyebrows finally faded away, and a relief curve appeared on the corner of his mouth.
His little charm is growing, becoming stronger and more dazzling.
Xiao Fenghua is so attractive that he can't take his eyes off at all.
There are thorns ahead, but he will keep silently guarding them.
Ye Yunji smiled slightly, turned around and left, and disappeared into the crowd.
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"Gu Fenghua...Gu Fenghua...Gu Fenghua..." When Gu Fenghua and others walked off the competition stage, the entire Saint Stadium heard the shocking shouts of Guanghua people.
From the first competition, the shadow of despair enveloped Xinghua Kingdom.
No one expected that Zhang Haoran, Liu Baishan, Han Qingwen, who were regarded as the pride of heaven, would be defeated so quickly and miserably. Even Lin Hanyi, who had always hidden his strength, was no exception, and he had once placed the greatest expectations on him.
Qiu Mingxuan was so scared that he ran away in panic.
They didn't expect that just when everyone had given up and no longer had any hope, Gu Fenghua and his men fought back four consecutive games, and then the Ninth Prince bet on his life and finally won a precious draw.
In the final battle, even though Guanghua Kingdom sacrificed the fate of Chen Xinzhong and others and forced their combat power with secret techniques, Gu Fenghua still turned the world with his own strength and finally won the victory of this ten-sided ceremony.
Everyone could see that Gu Fenghua's last sword was clearly a sword that was cut with his life.
At this moment, everyone was crying and bowed deeply to Gu Fenghua.
Even the tens of thousands of Guanghua people did not have much hatred in their eyes, only deep admiration.
Just looking at the miserable deaths of the few people in Chen Xinzhong, and the thick white bones under the black flames when Xiang Wushang rushed out of the Saint Stadium, they could also imagine how terrible the secret technique used by several people to force their combat power was.
But even so, Xinghua Kingdom won the final victory with Gu Fenghua's shocking sword.
Her courage, firmness, and persistence have won the respect of everyone!
"Is the injury important?" As soon as Gu Fenghua and his men walked off the competition platform, Zhang Haoran and Lin Hanyi and his men rushed to the front of the guards and quickly came to support them.
In fact, their own injuries have not healed yet, but only in this way can they express their respect.
"It's nothing serious." Gu Fenghua said.
As she knew, the pain caused by the Golden Needle Soul Punching Technique mostly comes from the heart and soul, and the damage to the meridians is actually not great. As long as you can keep your heart and soul tightly, there will be no big trouble. For future practices
There is no impact at all.
Although Luo Enen and his men were not seriously injured, Gu Fenghua's efforts were not in vain. With her spare no effort to temper (to be more precise, torture), the practical experience of several men far exceeded that of the same level of saints, so they did not have any.
If you hurt the foundation, take the healing pill to recuperate for a few days, it should be fine.
"I'm sorry, we were wrong in the past!" Zhang Haoran, Lin Hanyi and others bent down deeply. Although they didn't say much, they were full of shame. With such sincerity, every word was
From the heart.
"Let the past pass by, let us not take it to heart anymore." Gu Fenghua helped a few people up.