God-Level Evolution Animal Killer Group

"Gu Yunle!!!"

Palace Master Yang Gang swiftly flew to the ring, staring at Gu Yunle's corpse, stunned in place.

"Wu Yan, you father and son are really vicious!"

At this moment, the backlog of anger in his chest no longer broke out uncontrollably.

Hearing this, everyone suddenly felt strange.

The person was killed by Yan Hongyi, what's the matter with Wu Elder?

"In the process of the competition, there is no eye to the sword, and death and injury are inevitable."

Wu Yan didn't change his face, and said lightly: "This son was killed, so I can only blame him for his inferior skills."

Not as skilled as humans?

Haha, what a poor skill, you old thief can really fart!

Yang Gang laughed furiously.

Immediately he raised his hand abruptly, pointing angrily at Wu Yan on the high platform, and said angrily: "If you hadn't made a sneak attack on Gu Yunle just now, how could he have been defeated!"

What?

Wu Elder made a sneak attack? !

As soon as this remark came out, the audience was shocked!

Recalling that when the two were fighting just now, Gu Yunle obviously had a great advantage.

But behind, for some unknown reason, he was seriously injured and fell to the ground for no reason.

Was it possible that at that time, Wu Yan made a secret attack?

Thinking about this, the inner temple disciples in the field all looked at each other.

However, due to Wu Yan's high status as Elder, they all dare not say anything.

"You said I made a secret move, but is there evidence?"

Wu Yan's face was slightly dark, and he said coldly: "If you only rely on your words, it will not constitute evidence at all, but it will be slandering Ben Elder!"

"Yang Gang, think about your painful loss of the disciple in the palace. At this time, the old man said about the nonsense and friendship in the past, forgive you once!"

After that, Wu Yan tossed his sleeve robe angrily and left the scene calmly.

Yan Hongyi swept his eyes to the surrounding deacon, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and then followed Wu Yan out of the square.

Upon seeing this, the deacon hall frowned slightly.

In the absence of absolute evidence, they are really helpless.

In addition, the dead person this time is a competition arena, even if Yan Hongyi deliberately killed him, he can easily escape from crime.

"You will have retribution!"

Yang Gang stared at the backs of Wu Yan and Yan Hongyi, cursing in his heart.

Immediately he moved his body and slid in front of Gu Yunle's corpse, pressing his palm on it.

Due to the swallowing just now, the body has already lost the breath of life.

"Ling Ying, there is still a trace of fluctuation..."

Yang Gang's heart moved slightly, as he probed carefully.

He discovered that there was a ray of soul energy body in the spirit infant.

Um?

Yang Gang glanced at the corpse meaningfully, and immediately he no longer hesitated, and a thick black mist filled his palms.

"Dianzhu Yang, how is it? Is there any rescue?"

Aside, Tao Ling asked worriedly.

However, during the whole process, Yang Gang remained silent.

After a few breaths, the black mist of his palm converged, and he left the place with a slight hurried expression.

Seeing Yang Gang's strange behavior, Tao Ling sighed softly, feeling that there should be no hope anymore.

Then she waved her palm and put Gu Yunle's body into the storage ring.

On the square, the disciples gathered in the inner sanctuary, seeing the end of the farce, they all sighed.

No one would have imagined that a new star show who was about to become the champion of the palace, eventually suffered a brutal attack.

Even after his death, he was not given the fair treatment he deserved, and the murderer was still at ease.

The strong act recklessly, and the weak are at the mercy of others.

This is Wu Xiu's world.

...

After half an hour.

Feng Lingzong, the inner temple square.

At this moment, a large number of inner temple disciples are gathering here, listening attentively to the martial arts inheritance experience of the temple master.

Qin Yu was among them.

"I have already given everything to you what I should say, and in the days to come, it will be up to you to realize each of you miserably."

The middle-aged younger brother glanced at the disciples in the inner hall present, and his voice was clear and said: "I hope you can do something for the next month's Dianbi."

Hearing Dianbi, many young talents flashed their eyes and their faces were full of expectations.

Because there are too many disciples in the palace, the annual palace ratio determines the ratio of resource allocation.

The higher the ranking, the more abundant resources are undoubtedly obtained.

"I just received the news that the inner temple competition on the dark palace side has already ended."

The middle-aged palace lord shook his head and said, "Unfortunately, a Martial Dao genius who was about to become a champion was brutally murdered and died in the ring."

Brutally murdered?

Hearing this, everyone was secretly speechless.

"Dianzhu Chen, what's the matter?"

Hearing this news, the disciples in the inner palace who were present no longer had the heart to understand martial arts, and they all asked curiously.

"I can't assert without seeing it with my own eyes."

The middle-aged hall master Shen Ran said: "It is said that when the Martial Dao genius was in the finals, he was already in sight, but at the most critical moment, he was attacked by Elder Wu Yan, the guardian of the Dark Palace, and was hit hard."

"Then he was brutally killed by swallowing martial arts by the opponent."

Hearing this, everyone's faces were slightly startled.

Unexpectedly, Elder, a towering guardian, would secretly attack the disciples in the palace.

This is too despicable!

"That Martial Dao genius opponent, named Wu Hong, is the descendant of Elder, the guardian of the palace. It is not surprising that he used these methods."

The middle-aged palace lord shook his head and sighed: "It's a pity that a genius who should have been rising has fallen because of this indiscriminate method."

Wu Hong?

Qin Yu's eyes darkened slightly.

When he first came to the Palace Sect, he remembered that Lin Hao once said that that guy was the third prince Yan Hongyi!

"Hall Master, what is the name of that genius?"

When everyone regretted, they couldn't help asking.

Qin Yu raised his eyes and looked at the middle-aged palace master, also curious about who was so unlucky.

"If I remember correctly, his name seems to be..."

The middle-aged hall master thought for a while, and then said: "Gu Yunle."

Gu Yunle? !

Hearing these three words, Qin Yu's body trembled slightly, his whole body was like a bolt from a blue sky, and his head buzzed instantly.

"Old fourth? How could it be him?!"

"Impossible, it must be the same name and last name, it's just a coincidence."

"Yes, it's definitely a coincidence..."

Qin Yu's heart began to panic.

He shook his head and shook his head, as if muttering to himself, but his hands were trembling constantly.

"Dianzhu Chen, where is that Gu Yunle from?"

Then, Qin Yu tried hard to calm his mind, fixed his eyes on the middle-aged hall master, and asked in a hoarse voice.

The middle-aged palace lord turned his eyes to Qin Yu and said bluntly: "The Gu family of the Great Yan Dynasty, by the way, he is from the Tianyan Academy just like you."

When the identity of the deceased was ascertained, Qin Yu felt a pain in his heart.

He was in a panic and staggered two steps towards the retreated, the scene in his sight seemed to revolve around the world.

"How could it be the fourth child!"

"How could it be him!!!"

In an instant, Qin Yu's eyes were wet.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

He burst into tears and roared like a madman.

boom!

Immediately, under many surprised gazes, Qin Yu's Spirit Power exploded and directly transformed into the form of a wind system spirit body. With the sound of Qi explosion, he already rushed to the sky.

"What's up with him?"

Seeing such an abnormal change in Qin Yu, the crowd was suddenly shocked and inexplicable.

"Hurry up and have a look!"

Suddenly, disciples of the inner sanctuary in the square flew up one after another.

"not good!"

The middle-aged hall master frowned slightly, as if he had already guessed something, and immediately followed up with his figure.

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