Mr. Hong Qi exhaled a breath of turbid air and stopped first.

Immediately afterwards, Zhou Botong and Master Yideng both stopped at the same time. They were both panting, with a lot of sweat on their foreheads, and their faces turned slightly pale.

It can be seen from this that the last bit of combat power has been really drained.

Wu Yun stood in the field, wearing a long blue gown without wind, and although he was a little tired, he looked better than the three of them.

At least, my hairstyle hasn't even been messy yet.

And although there were some sweat on his face, it was not pale.

Because of the innate qi and the Nine Yang Divine Power, the internal force brought by the endless generation and the circulation and regeneration speed is too fast!

The moment he stopped, the misty purple air in the dantian actually began to accumulate again - as long as there was a breath of breath, Wu Yun's combat power continued to recover.

Of course, there is no need for him to say anything like this.

Mr. Hong Qi came over, gasping for breath: "Hu, huh... stinky brat, you, you are still... If you weren't my apprentice, I would have called you little monster with the old naughty boy."

Ouch!

Wu Yun quickly supported him with a crooked and twisted hand: "Master, if you want to say that, I am a little monster, you are an old monster!"

When everyone heard this, they not only smiled.

At this time, Huang Rong told them the statement of "Five Great One Gods" just now, and they all thought it was quite good.

Another Huashan Sword Contest came to an end...

bite!

In Wu Yun's mind, the system sounded at the right time.
Chapter completed!