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tu dec 01 16: 59: 49 cst 2015

Arena five was still the focus of everyone's attention.

Fatty Wang was carrying a huge tortoise shell on his back. His entire body shrank and his four limbs and head actually closed automatically, completely turning into a giant turtle's head.

As long as enough spirit energy is injected, all four limbs and head will come out with sharp blades crafted from black iron essence. Although the movements are a little slow, the defense is excellent, and the attack is not ordinary, but unfortunately, no one is interested in this kind of thing that some master blacksmith created on a whim.

However, Fatty Wang's father was an exception. It was said that his eyes shone when he saw the item and he was extremely fond of it. Feng Xia was even so happy to throw it to him.

Fatty Wang controlled the item for a while, causing the opponent to scatter in all directions. At this moment, he no longer had any strength left, so he could only prostrate on the ground.

Fatty Wang's opponent was even more exhausted. With only the second level of the Fantasy spirit realm, there was no way for him to break through the defense of this spirit armor. After being chased down and attacked with all his strength, he was still unable to do anything to his opponent. He sat down on the floor and stared at the other side.

Just as he was at his wit's end and was about to give up, a thought suddenly flashed through his mind. He clenched his teeth and stood up, walking to Fatty Wang's turtle shell.

At this moment, Fatty Wang had already noticed that his opponent had already come to his side. However, his fat body was tired and hot and tired inside the turtle shell, so he couldn't muster up any strength to resist.

Fatty Wang's opponent had already placed his palms on the turtle shell, channeling all the spiritual energy in his body into his hands. Using all his strength, he pushed forward.

The turtle shell immediately spun and fell off the stage.

Fatty Wang struggled his way out of the turtle shell. He showed no bravery and ignored the laughter of the crowd. He put the turtle shell into his storage ring and swaggered back to his seat!

The farce finally came to an end.

Ampu, Ampu, Ampi, Amphiba, Amphiba, Amphiba, Amphiba, Amphibah, Amphibah, Amphibah, Amphibah, Amphibah, Amphibah, Ebd.

Five days later, the final victors of the 16 arenas stood on the arena.

After two days of recuperation, these true geniuses of the Windy Nation were all standing on this stage in high spirits.

Most of these people were people Ling Yun knew or had heard of before!

The Great Prince of Fengwu, Feng Chen, had a cultivation at the eighth level of the Fantasy spirit realm and cultivated the royal clan's battle skill 'Tyrant Dragon Fist'. It could be said that he was his strongest opponent and he did not have many interactions with him.

The son of the Duke of Zhuo, Zhuo Feng, was at the late seventh level of the Fantasy spirit realm. No one on the fifth ring had yet forced him to use his ultimate technique, so it was unknown. A few years ago, he had met him once, and their strength was also extraordinary.

His cousin Ling Qiu was at the early seventh level of the Fantasy spirit realm. Just like him, he also possessed the family's battle skills and was one of the top experts.

Xiao Ding from the Xiao Clan of the Illusory Sun Imperial City, a late sixth level Illusory Spirit Realm martial artist with the clan's combat skill 'Void Splitting Palm'.

Weir County, He Xuan, late sixth level of the Fantasy spirit realm. The mysterious violet-clothed youth, early sixth level of the Fantasy spirit realm.

Of course, the person with the highest cultivation was Ling Yun, who was at the late ninth level of the Fantasy spirit realm, and had eleven spiritual veins that could dominate the rest. His spirit energy was way above everyone else, so it shouldn't be too difficult to win this competition.

The crowd that came to watch the competition had also reached the peak. There was a sea of people and an empty alley.

At this moment, Young Master Ling was feeling elated. He would soon reach the peak of his life and reach the top of this country.

These sixteen people were the center of attention today, so naturally no one would notice them. The gloominess in Feng Chen's eyes, the helplessness in Yun Cheng's eyes, and the light in Xu Da's eyes.

The old man on the stage cleared his throat, indicating for the crowd to quiet down, and said with an extremely depressing tone:

"On this joyous day when the entire country is celebrating, unfortunately, a heart-wrenching event has occurred. Among these sixteen people, one of them will lose his chance to compete, and will be replaced by the fourth arena's Zhang Qing."

The audience suddenly burst into an uproar as they started discussing amongst themselves, trying to guess who the person who had lost his qualifications was!

While everyone was making wild guesses, Yan An, the commander of the imperial guards led dozens of guards to the arena. He took out a document and started reciting loudly.

"The Great General of the State of Fengwu, Ling Lie, has been secretly interacting with the leader of the State of Anyuan, Feng Yi, for many years. He betrayed the nation and has now obtained a letter from the plot of the two. Now that he had ironclad evidence, he had committed a heinous crime! Ling Lie himself had been executed on the spot in the Wilderness. Seeing that the Ling Family had protected the Ling Family's homeland for so many years, they have now sentenced Ling Lie's eldest son, Ling Yun, to execution on the spot.

With that, he waved the letter in his hand, along with An Yuan's confession to Feng Yi. On it was impressively printed a seal with Feng Yi's name.

Ling Yun felt his head buzz. How could his father betray the empire?

Ling Yun still remembered what his father said.

"Yun'er, remember this. A real man should protect the family and the country. He should serve them and leave them to die."

How could such a person collude with the enemy and betray the country? Right, execution on the spot? What do you mean, my father is dead?

'Ah. Ling Yun let out a heart-wrenching cry. At this moment, he could only feel the sky spinning and the earth spinning as his vision became blurry!

At this time, Ling Hu felt that the sky and earth had turned dark. "Big brother!"

"Your Majesty, my Ling family has defended the might of the wind for generations. My elder brother is a righteous and loyal man. Why would they collude with the enemy and betray the country? "

Feng Xia coldly said, "Ling Hu, open your eyes wide and look carefully, that Feng Yi's official seal is printed uniformly throughout the empire, do we dare to forge it? The evidence is conclusive, and your Ling Family will not surrender without a fight."

Ling Hu seemed to have gone insane as he laughed loudly: "Impossible, it must be you who colluded with Feng Yi, framing my big brother, framing my Ling Family."

Feng Xia sneered, "There's no saving you, your brother and all of you are the same."

Then, he shouted, "What are you people still standing there for? Why aren't you killing Ling Yun and capturing these criminals?"

Hearing that, Ling Hu's eyes immediately widened, and shouted: "Xia, you want to exterminate our Ling Family? Ling Yun, quickly run. Second Uncle will help you block them. "

Feng Chen, who was beside Ling Yun, smiled sinisterly: "It won't be that easy to escape."

"Have a taste of my Imperial Family's Tyrant Dragon Fist."

Feng Chen quickly threw a punch towards Ling Yun's back. His fist was shining with golden light, and the astral wind scattered in all directions, appearing extremely tyrannical.

Normally, if Lingyun had some reaction, it would not be difficult for him to avoid this fist, but right now, he was immersed in great grief. Unsurprisingly, this fist landed heavily on Lingyun's back.

Lingyun was sent flying a few meters, only feeling a sweet taste in his throat, and a mouthful of fresh blood sprayed in front of him.

Looking at the bewildered crowd, Feng Xia, who had a sinister look on his face, the frenzied Ling Hu, Yun Cheng, who had a complicated expression on his face, and Yun Zihan, who was about to rush up to them but was stopped by Yun Cheng's guards.

Most of them were the same as Yun Cheng, they all looked cold and indifferent, perhaps they were rejoicing in his misfortune.

Another mouthful of fresh blood was spat in front of him, and Ling Yun's vision started to blur.

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