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Wei Ting looked at him deeply.

In terms of martial arts, Wei Ting might not be the strongest in this generation.

However, in terms of brains, no one dared to claim to be first if he was ranked second.

Against an old demon like Xiahou Yi, brute force was not enough.

He had to add on his brains as a top scholar.

Wei Ting suddenly charged at Xiahou Yi again.

This time, he did not use the Space Shattering Palm, but the Golden Fist of the Arhat Sect!

The Golden Fist specialized in breaking flexible swords.

Xiahou Yi’s single arm trembled. The flexible sword was broken by Wei Ting’s punch, but his fist did not stop and smashed into his chest again!

Xiahou Yi was about to vomit blood!

What was wrong with these people?

Were they specially targeting the wound?

Wei Ting carefully observed Xiahou Yi’s change.

Although it was very subtle, he caught that Xiahou Yi’s aura did not become weak, but his face was gradually turning pale.

Wei Ting’s lips curled up. “You don’t dare to use martial arts easily because circulating your energy will aggravate your condition, right?”

Xiahou Yi’s expression changed.

Wei Ting sneered. “Looks like I guessed correctly.”

In that case, it was enough for him to just attack!

Wei Ting took out the 18 martial arts he had learned from Elder Qiu and used the Meteor Steps to the limit. He was not in a hurry to hurt Xiahou Yi and specially forced him to use his martial arts.

He changed places with reach move and dodged faster than a rabbit.

Xiahou Yi had never seen such a shameless scoundrel. He was so angry that his face turned green!

Xiahou Yi did not want to waste his strength, but Wei Ting had really angered him!

It was intolerable!

Xiahou Yi gritted his teeth and finally got serious with Wei Ting. Just as Wei Ting reached out to him again, he punched Wei Ting’s palm!

Crack!

The sound of bones cracking instantly appeared in Wei Ting’s forearm, and right on the heels of that, he was sent flying by a terrifying internal force.

He fell to the ground in a sorry state, sending sand and rocks flying.

Xiahou Yi did not pursue the victory. Instead, he snatched the bag back and immediately took out a second dragon crystal to insert!

When he came to insert the third dragon crystal, Wei Ting got up from the ground and expressionlessly attached his dislocated right arm.

Then, Wei Ting lowered his waist and jumped up, punching him!

Xiahou Yi did not expect this kid to be so strong after taking a blow from him. He almost could not dodge!

Xiahou Yi rolled on the ground and stabilized himself.

His hair was covered in grit, and there was some blood at the corner of his mouth and forehead.

He looked at Wei Ting, who did not stop at all and attacked him again.

Was this a young body?

He was so high-spirited, energetic, and filled with endless courage and strength…

Xiahou Yi’s face was distorted as he looked at Wei Ting greedily. He punched Wei Ting to the ground, creating a long ravine.

Wei Ting’s body trembled and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

Wei Ting had three broken ribs.

Xiahou Yi hurriedly placed the third dragon crystal in.

However, Wei Ting, who was clearly seriously injured and vomiting blood, actually stood up again.

Even if this kid was not afraid of death… was he not afraid of pain?

Xiahou Yi really did not want to use his martial arts anymore because he clearly felt his right arm begin to numb. His condition was rapidly deteriorating…

However, Wei Ting refused to let him off.

He was defeated time and time again and got up again.

He thought of Wei Dalang, whom he had thrown into the Myriad Snake Cave, Wei Erlang, whom he had sent to the Dead Man’s Island, and Wei Liulang, who had his appearance and voice destroyed by him.

They… were not dead. They had all crawled back from the King of Hell’s Palace.

The Wei family… the direct descendants of Emperor Wu…

No!

He refused to accept his fate!

He was also a descendant of Emperor Wu!

Xiahou Yi looked at the sword in the grass.

He raised his bare hand at it and the sword flew into his hand.

When Wei Ting pounced at him for the last time, he stabbed him through!

Wei Ting stood rooted to the ground in a daze, thick blood flowing out of the corner of his mouth.

“It’s over… the youngest son of the Wei family.”

With that, he suddenly thrust the sword that had already entered Wei Ting’s body forward.

Wei Ting fell straight into a pool of blood.

Xiahou Yi looked at Wei Ting, who was lying in a pool of blood, and sat on the ground.

The price of killing this kid was too high…

His legs were losing feeling.

Xiahou Yi turned around and relied on the strength of his left arm to crawl on the ground with difficulty.

Ten steps, nine steps, eight steps, seven steps, six steps…

He had also lost feeling in his waist.

Four steps, three steps…

Not good!

His left arm was also gradually turning numb.

He could not admit defeat…

He was about to win!

Finally, before it completely stiffened, he reached the last dragon crystal.

He gritted his teeth and used his remaining strength to insert the dragon crystal!

Boom!

The disc spun!

An extremely bright light appeared in Xiahou Yi’s eyes, as if he had seen the hope of regaining everything!

Suddenly, a small brocade box rose from the center of the disc.

Xiahou Yi was stunned.

The next second, the lid popped open automatically, and a note stood upright in the box.

On it were bold words:

“You’ve been tricked. Ha, ha, ha!”

Xiahou Yi was speechless!

No!

This was not true!

He had planned for most of his life and would definitely not be played by others!

Suddenly, a shadow enveloped Xiahou Yi’s head.

Wei Ting placed his sword on Xiahou Yi’s shoulder. “Now, it’s time to end it.”

Xiahou Yi’s pupils trembled!

Wei Ting raised his sword and ruthlessly beheaded him!

“No—”

… .

On the endless sea, a young man in green was seriously paddling.

Opposite him sat a white-bearded old man.

Old Master was leisurely nibbling at the pancake in his hand.

“Old man, you said that you would bring me to my sister, but we’ve been rowing at sea for so many days. Where are we going to find her?”

Su Ergou asked in confusion.

The old man said leisurely, “There’s no hurry.”

Su Ergou said bitterly, “But I’m a little anxious. I want to see my sister.”

His sister had been out for a long time. He had never been separated from her for so long since he was young.

After the old man finished the last bite, he hooked his finger at Su Ergou.

Su Ergou paused and shook his head decisively.

The old man stared straight at him.

Su Ergou was helpless and defeated. He took out an oil paper bag. “Here, there’s only one pancake left.”

The old man took it and took a bite in satisfaction.

Su Ergou continued to row.

Suddenly, the old man bent down and looked into the boat. “Eh, there are words here. Aiya, I’m too old to see clearly. Help me read them.”

“Oh.”

Su Ergou put down the paddle and leaned over.

The words were on the boat board and were a little low.

The old man pressed him down and he knelt.

He thought that the old man was anxious and did not take it to heart. As he looked at the words, he read seriously, “Grandmaster, please accept a bow from your disciple?”

As soon as he finished speaking, Su Ergou felt his sleeve sink, as if something had fallen in.

“Yes?”

Su Ergou raised his sleeve and waved it. “Old man, did you just give me something?”

He turned around and realized that the old man was no longer on the ship.

Waves surged around him.

Su Ergou hurriedly looked down the boat. “Old man! Old man! Old man—”

He took out the thing from his sleeve and placed it on the boat before immediately jumping into the sea.

However, after searching for a long time, he could not find the old gatekeeper from Wutong Academy.

He returned to the boat and picked up what the old man had given him.

It was a dragon crystal with a strange map and a bronze token with gold.

There were three words written on the bronze token: Gravekeeper.