Life Control Chart

Five days later, the chaotic footsteps resounded in the martial arts arena that had been silent for several days. The forty-eight Haizi and their entourage who were ready to go now had become thirty-seven. One of them was looking expectantly at the still lying still. The big fish is motionless on the martial arts stage.

Several officials quickly stepped onto the martial arts stage. One of them shook his head and said, "No, he's obviously dead. Look at his body, it's all dehydrated and withered."

The young man with hopeful eyes was so happy when he heard this that he almost jumped up from the team for joy.

The official squatted down, opened the big fish's eyelids, and blew hard into it.

"Huh? The secret of true martial arts?" Shi Yu, who was pretending to be dead, was extremely confused. What did he mean by blowing into his eyes without checking his pulse or breathing? Anyway, someone was already investigating, and Shi Yu couldn't bear it any longer. He rolled his eyes slightly and exhaled very weakly, pretending to be tenacious until now.

"Ah?~" There were long exclamations from all around, and the official who inspected the big fish was even more astonished. He looked back at the excited young man and shook his head slightly.

The young man stood on tiptoe and looked out. When he saw the official shaking his head, he immediately dropped his head in frustration and stamped his foot on the ground.

"He's not dead?" Another official squatted beside him and stretched out his hand to feel the big fish's pulse. Only then did Shi Yu realize that the one who blew the air was just a bastard. He took the initiative to jump out to check whether the big fish was alive or dead. In fact, he wanted to directly determine the big fish's life. He is dead, leaving a spot for the guy who bribed him.

"Take it with you! Let's see if his life is strong or not!" The official who came later stood up and asked a few attendants to lift the big fish (Shi Yu) and throw it into a carriage. Soon we embarked on the bumpy road to Buwu Battle Academy.

The initial journey was uneventful and uneventful. The Haiwu City group wandered around for more than ten days before they merged with several other teams, and together they speeded up and hurried toward the west.

Shi Yu was lying in the car pretending to be half-dead. Occasionally he heard the voices of officials discussing outside the car. He seemed to be dissatisfied with the selection, fearing that Master Zhanyuan would be angry and dissatisfied. Shi Yu ignored the sparse lamentations. It was not his own business, so it didn't matter what he did.

Unexpectedly, on this day, a group of people finally stopped and were stationed in a remote suburb when a huge roar shook the sky: "What's the point of doing this kind of waste! Throw it away! Throw it all away! Buwu Zhanyuan is not Tzu Chi, how can there be so many miraculous medicines to treat these wastes!”

The team of several hundred people suddenly fell silent, shocked by the loud voice.

"But... Lord Martial Saint, we sent it according to the usual practice in previous years. This is also the rule..." A thin voice protested.

"Hmph, I'm the one who rules! If I didn't see how diligent you fat pigs are, I'd crush you to death and throw them away too!"

No one dared to refute. Shi Yu was shocked and thought, who would this loud voice want to throw away? It can’t be me!

Before his thoughts fell, several people had already run to Shi Yu, dragged him and threw him into the grass. Shi Yu recognized that one of them was the young man whom the official greeted. He looked at the embarrassed appearance of Big Fish (Shi Yu). Banya laughed.

"Other trash! Give them all to the old man

Come here! I don’t have time to wait for you! "The loud voice sounded again, and the smiling young man actually made a face towards Big Fish (Shi Yu) and ran away happily.

"No way! I've been pretending to be dead for so long, so I just threw him on the roadside?" Shi Yu wanted to get up in a hurry, but his body, which had not been healed for a long time, was unable to support him at all, so he just lay on the ground sucking dirt.

The sound in his ears gradually became lower and lower, and Shi Yu became anxious. He couldn't just lie down and wait for the person to leave. Wouldn't all his efforts be in vain?

Before Shi Yu could come up with any good ideas, someone who was also seriously injured had already tried his best to shout out his dissatisfaction.

"Lord Martial Saint! It's against the rules! We are also the chosen ones, and we should be admitted to the hospital!" As soon as the voice fell, a majestic figure flew past the head, covering most of the sky.

"boom"! With a loud bang, Wu Sheng's roar rang out again, "Who has any objection? Who dares to say that he is a genius? If you don't respect the court's decree, you will be beaten to death by me and you won't have the chance to see the Holy God!"

The man who spoke with all his strength just now was completely silent. Shi Yu smiled bitterly in his heart. Everyone knew that the man had been hacked to death by the furious Martial Saint.

The Zhenwu natives who were not afraid of life and death were also shocked by Wu Sheng's last words, and other disabled geniuses who still had the strength to speak also fell silent. Don’t be afraid of death. It’s terrible not to see the Holy God. The highest status person on the scene is the Martial Saint, and his words are the will of the Holy God.

"I don't follow the holy will! I don't accept it!" The angry Martial Saint was about to step into the temporary teleportation array when another, weaker but stronger voice of resistance sounded. There is no shortage of heroes in the world of Zhenwu.

"Huh?" Wu Sheng frowned, flew back, landed next to the injured number who spoke, and punched him again.

"This bastard didn't even give him a chance to say more!" Shi Yu said angrily in his heart. He had already seen that the young man who spoke had a figure comparable to that of a martial saint, with thick eyebrows and big eyes. He was quite powerful, but it was a pity that The broken body was lying on the ground, which greatly weakened his power. Otherwise, he could stand up and compete with the Foreign Minister and the Martial Saint.

Seeing that the sturdy young man was about to die under the martial arts fist again, Shi Yu's eyes lit up, and he shouted "Holy God" with fake grief and anger! He immediately twitched a few times and pretended to be completely unconscious.

No matter how violent a reckless man is in the Zhenwu world, he will feel awe when he hears the call to the Holy Spirit. The same goes for Wu Sheng. His fist was slightly hesitant, he glanced at Shi Yu, and then continued to fall. Make up your mind to deal with the situation in front of you, and then kill that trash who shouted nonsense, and see who dares to talk nonsense!

How could the young man's seriously injured body withstand the pressure of Wu Sheng's fist? The sound of "crackling" muscles and bones exploding when the fist was still two feet away from the body was already continuous. He did not feel the sorrow of dying. All None of the Zhenwu natives face the fear of death.

He closed his eyes indifferently, imitated the appearance of Big Fish (Shi Yu), and shouted softly: Holy God! Say the last prayer of this life.

"Whoosh"! A chill flashed through, and Wu Sheng's fist stopped half a foot away from the young man's body. A deep blood groove was engraved on his fist, running along the back of his hand to his neck, cutting off several thick neck muscles, and the blood Gushing like a spring.

Wu Sheng is still shocked

Suddenly, another chill climbed up his belly and rushed towards his heart.

"Wow!" Wu Sheng let out a strange cry, withdrew his fist and retreated, the look of horror on his face could no longer be concealed. ,

All the ordinary bureaucrats standing by had no idea what was going on. They saw Wu Sheng failed to kill, suddenly bleeding all over his body, and running away like a ghost.

"Is this..." someone asked himself inexplicably.

"The Holy God! The Holy God has appeared! The Holy God has appeared!" Da Yu (Shi Yu), who had been lying on the ground just now and pretending to be dead, now sat up as if he was having a flashback, pointing his remaining arm at the mighty man and shouting loudly, After a few sounds, he rolled his eyes and fainted again.

The big man forced his body to sit up, looking inexplicably at his body that was almost broken, and then at the Martial Saint who was still far away. He clenched his fists against his chest, slowly closed his eyes, and prayed devoutly: Holy Spirit God~

Wu Sheng had no idea why this was happening. An inexplicable force was entangled with him. Although it seemed extremely weak, the damage it could cause was extremely terrifying. Blood grooves opened ferociously on the body that was stronger than fine steel, like a devil grinning. It wasn't until he ran a hundred miles away that the mysterious power suddenly disappeared.

The frightened Wu Sheng turned around and looked into the distance, his eyes bright.

The appearance of the mighty young man praying devoutly was so sacred in his eyes.

Hesitating, Wu Sheng didn't know whether he should return to the middle of the team immediately. He didn't know whether the anger of the Holy God had been completely subsided. One by one, the injured warriors who should be abandoned struggled to sit up and put on the same posture as the young man. posture, chanting the honorific title of the Holy God softly in his mouth.

The officials who were still standing aside and the warriors who were not ready to join the battle looked at each other in confusion, not knowing what to do.

Worshiping the Holy Spirit every day, who has actually seen the Holy Spirit perform miracles? But the scene before them made them question it.

As the first warrior knelt down, no one dared to have any more doubts. The temporary station for picking up and transporting the warriors suddenly turned into a holy altar for praying to heaven and worshiping the saints.

Wu Sheng stared at all this from afar, looked down at his condensed wounds, took a long breath, and shot back.

Shi Yu no longer had the strength to wake up. His soul, which was already seriously injured, now had more than a thousand finger-deep cracks. This time, he had no chance to lay down hundreds of inferior protective formations. The only way to block Tianqi's impact was to resist with the help of the golden and jade spirit.

The Martial Saint was frightened back by the few strands of spiritual thoughts he clung to, but he himself suffered a thousand times more damage.

The only good thing is that Wu Sheng has only seen Tianyi attack and kill monks outside the world, but he has never been attacked by Tianyi. He never thought that someone could release his spiritual thoughts under Tianyi's tiger gaze to hurt the enemy. The two fight in a way that causes thousands of losses to oneself.

As Wu Sheng returned safely, the short prayer came to an end.

Wu Sheng looked at the mighty young man in silence, and the young man glared at him without fear.

"Take them all, let's go!" Wu Sheng meditated for a moment, looked up at the sky, nodded slightly and said in a deep voice, calling for other warriors to carry or carry dozens of injured people into the teleportation array. Big Fish (Shi Yu) is naturally among them.