Return of the War God

Time passed slowly, and the atmosphere in the arena slowly warmed up, and an hour soon came to an end.

On the independent throne in the tenth row and third place of the Scarlet Throne, Zhou Yan sat quietly, Ziming Lianxuan fire enveloped his body for ten feet, as if the god of fire was approaching, but the deep purple pupils were condensed with killing intent, as cold as needles. , seems to be impatient.

And the fourth independent throne, Ye Wuque, kept the same movement, motionless.

When the hour was over, the arena became boiling again!

Everyone is waiting for Ye Wuque's choice, who will he challenge?

But the strange thing is that on the fourth independent throne, Ye Wuque still closed his eyes slightly, his breathing was long, and he was indifferent, as if he couldn't hear anything.

"What's going on? Why is Ye Wuque so motionless? Is he going to give up?"

"Give up? No way! It's hard to get to this stage!"

"But the time has come, he still closes his eyes, can't he feel it? Maybe, Ye Wuque is really about to give up!"

"It's also possible. After all, the top three people on the list are all terrifying. Maybe Ye Wuque thinks he's not strong enough!"

"Anyway, it's a squeak! What does it mean to be so motionless? I don't understand!"

Zhou Yan's purplish red eyes narrowed slightly at this moment, and then he showed a sneer, but the indifference and killing intent in his eyes were even more intense!

"Ye Wuque, do you think you can get away with being a tortoise? Stupid and sad, your life no longer belongs to you, because... in my eyes, you died six months ago!"

When the eyes opened and closed, there seemed to be raging flames, and the high temperature filled the air, as if even the void around him was affected and trembled slightly. Even if Ye Wuque chose to remain silent for fear of death and gave up the challenge, it seemed that Zhou Yan had a way to kill him.

Above the void, Elder Shengguang next to the Lotus Throne showed a hint of doubt at this time, and his old eyes looked at Ye Wuque with a hint of confusion. In his opinion, with Ye Wuque's character, he should not appear. Refuse the challenge with this feigned silence.

Even if you lose, you will indulge in a battle! If you really think that you are inferior to others, you will admit it generously, and then abstain.

This is the Ye Wuque that Elder Shengguang understands, and the current state of silence is too unlike him.

"Is there any insight after the successive wars? The mind is clear, the thinking is divergent, and the perception of the outside world is isolated?"

After taking a deep look at Ye Wuque again, Elder Shengguang came to this inference.

It is an extremely important opportunity for a monk to have an enlightenment in his heart and then retreat to digest the gains. If it is placed on weekdays, according to Elder Shengguang’s appreciation of Ye Wuque, not only will he not disturb him, but he will spend a little time guarding him. close.

However, this time was different.

Ye Wuque was still in the battle for the top ten, and even if he realized something, he could only say that the cloud qi was not good, and the timing was extremely unfortunate.

Therefore, Elder Shengguang's voice resounded instantly!

"Ye Wuque, although the top ten competition rules are loose, they also have a bottom line. If you are still silent after ten breaths, it means that you choose to give up your challenge qualifications. I hope you make a solemn choice."

"Ten, nine, eight..."

The countdown old voice echoed out, but even so, Ye Wuque remained motionless, like a sculpture.

All eyes in the arena were focused on Ye Wuque. Although they were all confused, they were sweating for Ye Wuque. They wondered if Ye Wuque would really abstain in silence?

Even the top ten masters on the list of those who were injured in the previous battles also paused their healing at this moment and opened their eyes to look at Ye Wuque.

Fang He was staring at Ye Wuque anxiously at the moment. The strange thing was that although his face was a little ruddy, it had a purplish red color. Obviously, the injury in his body had recovered slightly after this period of breath regulation.

In Fang He's opinion, Ye Wuque's inexplicable silence was definitely not a myth, but something must have happened.

When Fang Fanghe stood up directly, walked over to Ye Wuque and tried to wake him up, and even reached out his hand to gently shake Ye Wuque's shoulder, but Ye Wuque seemed to have completely lost consciousness and didn't respond. like a corpse.

The eighth is the independent throne. Tie Youxia has already opened his eyes. Before he was defeated by Ye Wuque's Shura Qita, it can be said that he was seriously injured and defeated.

However, Tie Youxia has always been an arrogant person. If his strength is not as good as him, he will not even be qualified to face him. On the contrary, if he can defeat him with his strength, then he will gain his respect.

Ye Wuque defeated him by virtue of his strength, so Tie Youxia had no resentment or unwillingness towards Ye Wuque.

Seeing that Ye Wuque was as unresponsive as a puppet, Tie Youxia also frowned. He didn't want the person who defeated him to abstain in such a humiliating way. Wouldn't it be even more unbearable for him to support himself?

Therefore, even though he didn't know what Ye Wuque was doing, Tie Youxia hoped that Ye Wuque would continue to challenge.

"Six...five..."

Elder Shengguang's old voice continued to resonate without any hesitation. Even though he admired Ye Wuque very much, this was a game, and the game had to abide by the rules, no matter who it was.

Qiu Haiyue, sitting on the fifth independent throne, dragged her delicate chin with her right hand, and tapped her slender jade fingers. Those eyes shining like black and white gems looked at Ye Wuque, and there was a hint of scrutiny in them.

"Although his performance is amazing, he is still young after all. When he thinks that he is about to face the top three on the list, he feels uneasy, fearful, and the pressure is like a mountain. It seems that my estimate is correct. This child still needs three to five years. I don’t know why Junior Sister Yu thinks that he is qualified to be Ximen’s opponent, but it’s still a long way off…”

Eyes flickering, Qiu Haiyue made her own inferences about Ye Wuque's behavior.

"four three……"

On the second independent throne, Yu Jiaoxue's eyes have long been closed, and her whole body is surging with jade-colored brilliance, absorbing the pure energy of heaven and earth under her to heal her wounds. It seems that she has no attention to Ye Wuque. Beautiful and transcendent.

However, no one knew that the reason why Yu Jiaoxue didn't pay attention was because she already knew that Ye Wuque would definitely appear on the battlefield at the last moment, and there was no need to pay attention to the given result.

"two……"

Above the void, Elder Shengguang was expressionless, and the countdown in his mouth echoed in all directions without any hesitation.

"one!"

When the last number rang out, all eyes in this world were focused on Ye Wuque. They hoped that Ye Wuque would stand up at the last moment and continue to challenge.

However, Ye Wuque was always the same, like an old monk in meditation, without any response.

"Poor tortoise, if you don't have a reason to kill, killing you will get my hands dirty. You are not even qualified to be killed by me."

The sneer in Zhou Yan's purple-red eyes was a mixture of indifference and killing intent, and he didn't even look at Ye Wuque, just like the flame dragons flying for nine days would never look at earthworms on the ground.

Elder Shengguang stood beside the Lotus Throne, looking at Ye Wuque with a pity in his eyes, but his voice sounded again immediately.

"The time has come, this elder announced... Ye Wuque, judged to be automatically abstaining! He will lose his successor..."

Boom!

Suddenly, just when everyone felt pity and helplessness for Ye Wuque, they heard a thunderous explosion in their ears!

In the tenth row of the Scarlet Throne, the fifth independent throne, there seemed to be a purple thunder light rushing past, and the next moment, the slender figure that was sitting on it disappeared at some point!

At the same time, an apologetic and clear voice echoed in Liuhe Bahuang!

"Sorry, sorry, Ye Mou realized something, and almost delayed the time..."

On the battle platform, a slender figure appeared, the black robe roared in the wind, the thick black hair swayed, and the eyes were bright, like a young god of war, it was Ye Wuque!

If someone took a closer look, they would find that in the depths of Ye Wuque's eyes, there was a flash of light like a flash of lightning.

Standing on the battle platform, Ye Wuque had a smile on the corner of his mouth, but he was a little fortunate in his heart.

In the inner world of the Heart of Battle Formation, I had been completely self-absorbed in the hard training of the Thunder Halberd Formation, and I really forgot the passage of time. If it wasn't for the last empty reminder, maybe I would really be judged to abstain.

boom!

The arena was once again overwhelmed by the earth-shattering cries, and countless disciples of the Holy Dao in the heavens were dumbfounded, lamenting that Ye Wuque was really choking the time, and he would be disqualified just a little bit.

Above the void, Elder Shengguang's vicissitudes of life showed a hint of helplessness in his eyes, and he secretly said "this stinky boy", but he still showed a smile.

On the tenth row of the Scarlet Throne, Fang He, who had been standing beside Ye Wuque before, shook his head with a "don't imitate me" expression. After that, his face became solemn and silent.

Yu Jiaoxue, her tightly closed eyes slowly opened at the moment, looking at Ye Wuque on the battlefield, without any surprise.

Qiu Haiyue, who tapped her chin with her finger, nodded slightly, Mei Mu also looked at Ye Wuque and said to herself, "It's still a little courageous."

Tie Youxia gave a cold snort, obviously Ye Wuque made him sweat as well.

At this time, Ye Wuque's voice echoed again, but there was a hint of edge and coldness in that tone!

"I challenge for third place!"

hum!

As soon as Ye Wuque's voice of choice fell, a figure stepped out from the blood-colored throne, and the whole body was filled with endless heat, and it was Zhou Yan who descended on the battlefield!

"Ye Wuque, you still have a little backbone, then, next, I will torture you."

There were flames churning in Zhou Yan's indifferent eyes, killing intent surged, looking at Ye Wuque with a sneer.

Regarding Zhou Yan's ridicule, Ye Wuque didn't refute anything, but the smile on the corner of his mouth gradually enlarged, and the bright eyes were cold and imposing.

"Actually, I was puzzled at first, wondering why you were so eager to kill me, because before this, you and I have never met, let alone any grudges."

Ye Wuque spoke quietly, but he used sound transmission.

As for Zhou Yan, he did not do anything, and chose to listen quietly.