boom!
Amid the violent explosion, hundreds of purple sky thunders condensed into a thick beam of bright light, slamming into Ye Song's crumbling body.
At this moment, the latter's body was already close to its limit.
This final blow falling on his body was like the last straw that broke the camel's back.
"puff……"
Ye Song was blown into the air, spitting out a mouthful of bright red blood, and finally fell to the ground with a thud, rolling dozens of times before stopping.
After that, he never stood up again.
The monks who were standing outside the martial arts stage were in an uproar when they saw this scene.
It was only then that they were finally able to determine who would win between the two.
Most of them began to lament.
"Senior Brother Ye was defeated..."
"It's finished...my spirit stone..."
"If I had known earlier, Senior Brother Lei would have won..."
These monks were all the ones who bet on Ye Song to win. Seeing this result, their mood was naturally extremely low.
On the other hand, the remaining small group of people laughed loudly, with the corners of their mouths reaching behind their ears.
"Haha, wealth can be found in danger. The ancients have not deceived me. I am going to get rich today..."
These monks were naturally the ones who, like Jiang Fan, bet on Lei Xinghe to win.
The joys and sorrows of human beings are not the same. For a moment, two completely different voices appeared on the scene at the same time.
At this time, Han Yun was standing outside the crowd, completely stunned.
He felt his head start to buzz, and his eyes went black one after another.
His eyes were numb, his lips were trembling, and he repeated one sentence over and over again:
"Ye Song lost...Ye Song lost...Ye Song lost..."
"Ye Song, he was...defeated..."
Han Yun thought of the 10,000 spirit stones that were about to leave him, and finally could no longer resist the dizziness in his mind. A mouthful of blood left the corner of his mouth, and he immediately fell back.
The moment his consciousness was about to fall into darkness, he seemed to hear someone shouting his name.
"Look over there, Senior Brother Han has fainted!"
…
On the martial arts stage, Lei Xinghe looked at Ye Song's body lying on the ground with a little doubt in his eyes.
Just before the purple sky thunder pillar exploded, he seemed to see an extremely secret blood-red light film appearing on the opponent's body.
However, if I look closely, there is nothing.
Is it an illusion?
The nine-foot-tall man thought about it for a while and then put the problem behind him.
No matter what, the result of this competition has been decided.
Thinking of this, he turned around and bowed respectfully towards a luxurious spaceship floating in the sky behind him, and gave a salute.
Then, he summoned the flying boat, jumped onto the deck, and floated away.
As for Ye Song lying on the ground, he paid no attention to it.
After all, this is just a competition between fellow students, and there is no hatred between the two, so the winner can be determined.
If it were a real life-and-death fight, he would definitely have to go in and hit the target.
After Lei Xinghe left, there was movement in the flying boat that he had saluted before.
The person riding in the Feizhou Building was naturally Lei Xinghe’s teacher, Taoist Master Songhe, who was in the early stage of the Golden Core Realm.
He has white hair and a boyish face, and is full of energy. He is wearing a gray Taoist robe. He looks like an immortal, and his weathered eyes are full of smiles.
This is obviously because he is very satisfied with his disciple's performance.
Taoist Master Songhe spoke slowly and sent a message to the owner of the other flying boat:
"Red Devil, although you are slightly stronger than me, your ability to educate your disciples is far inferior to me..."
Upon hearing Taoist Master Songhe's message, the Scarlet Demon snorted coldly and did not make any reply.
Taoist Master Songhe didn't care. He laughed, controlled his flying boat, and left leisurely.
After he left, the Red Demon Master looked through the window at his disciple who was still lying on the ground, and his eyes suddenly softened.
Then, he waved his sleeves and used great magic to restrain Ye Song into his flying boat.
Looking at Ye Song, who was in ragged clothes and covered with black scorch marks from the purple thunder, the Red Demon Master sighed softly.
"Stop pretending and get up."
When Ye Song heard this, his eyelids moved, he glanced at the surrounding environment, then got up and sat cross-legged on the ground.
It must have been caused by an injury on his body. His facial expression was grimacing, and he made a hissing sound of painful inhalation from his mouth.
Seeing his expression, the Red Demon Master shook his head.
After Ye Song recuperated himself for a while, he asked:
"Is there any gain from this battle?"
Ye Song nodded and replied respectfully:
"Teacher, this monk who has awakened the pure thunder attribute spiritual root is indeed terrifying."
"If it hadn't been for the secret technique granted by the teacher, I'm afraid the disciple would have been seriously injured by him today."
The Red Demon Master heard Ye Song's reply and snorted softly.
"It's good that you know it yourself. Because in today's competition, you took the initiative to lose, so the teacher won't say anything to you."
"But remember, if you meet the other party again in the future, you must give me back the face you lost this time."
Hearing this, Ye Song lowered his head and cupped his hands, and responded respectfully:
"The disciple has remembered the teacher's instructions."
Seeing Ye Song's sincere attitude, the Red Demon Master nodded with satisfaction and said:
"In that case, if you have nothing else to do, just leave here with me."
Ye Song naturally had no reason not to agree.
With a wave of the Scarlet Demon's sleeve, the flying boat floated away.
The martial arts arena below was bustling with activity.
Although both protagonists left, the atmosphere of the scene was not affected at all.
A large group of monks were divided into two groups.
A group of them gathered around the handicap booth where they had placed their bets.
These are basically the monks who bet on Lei Xinghe to win, and now they are eager to collect their rewards.
The stall owner with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks was surrounded in the middle, with a look of tears on his face, and shouted loudly:
"Everyone, slow down, don't be in a hurry, and don't squeeze in. I haven't had time to come over to the spiritual stones that guarantee that Senior Brother Ye will win over those monks. Don't block me yet... Hey, who pulled my pants..."
As for the monks on the other side, they all surrounded Han Yun who fainted.
The dignified Senior Brother of Lingxin Valley actually fainted on the martial arts field. This is not a small matter.
It is common sense to be able to attract crowds of people to watch.
The people surrounding Han Yun at this moment are basically his little fans.
These female monks looked at the handsome face with pale face and blood spilling from the corner of the mouth, and their eyes showed worry.
They were in a hurry, pinching people, using spiritual power, and even some that seemed to be healing, but were actually secretly touching his body.
Of course, Han Yun, who was in a coma, could not perceive all this.
After lying on the ground for a long time, he finally woke up.
As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw a large group of disciples watching him like monkeys, with surprised and curious eyes in their eyes.
Seeing these looks, Han Yun was first shocked, and then felt a sense of sadness.
It’s over. The image that I worked so hard for decades to create... has collapsed...
From then on, when the disciples of Lingxin Valley thought of themselves, the image that emerged in their minds was no longer just the always gentle and graceful monk in white.
In their hearts, there will also appear a figure with a pale face, blood bleeding from the corner of the mouth, and lying on the ground in a state of embarrassment.
When he thought of this, Han Yun's eyes darkened again and he fainted again.
