Destined Martial God Chapter 71: Unexpected choice

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Pingyang City, Central Plaza!

Seeing that Wu Zhengjun's cultivation level went from the early stage of the seventh martial arts to the early stage of the ninth martial arts in just a few minutes, Wu Junda suddenly became nervous.

At this moment, he turned his head and glanced at the eastern edge of the square, the middle-aged man standing among the Wu family.

"Give up!" After thinking about it carefully, although the middle-aged man didn't say a word, the meaning of his mouth was to ask Wu Junda to surrender quickly. It is important to save his life.

"I admit defeat!" After receiving a signal from the middle-aged man, Wu Junda, who was reluctant to break through, directly confessed his defeat regardless of whether Wu Zhengjun ended the breakthrough.

Unfortunately, all the powers and masters of all sects now focus on Wu Zhengjun, who cares whether Wu Junda wins or loses.

Seeing that no one cared about him, Wu Junda's expression instantly darkened. He glanced at Wu Zhengjun coldly, and then turned around unwillingly to leave.

"Did I let you go!" Just when Wu Junda just turned around to leave, Wu Zhengjun's trembling voice came from behind him.

Turning around, after seeing Wu Zhengjun's eyes that looked like a strange beast, Wu Junda felt as if his heart had been hit hard. At the same time he stepped back a few steps, a blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

Just a look in his eyes hurt his mind. Wu Junda was suddenly shrouded in fear at this time, and he shouted vigorously.

"Wu Zhengjun, I have already given up, according to the rules of the game, you can't do it!"

"Really?" He asked back, and then Wu Zhengjun sneered twice, then ignored the rules of the game and disappeared at a speed that most people could not see clearly.

When everyone saw Wu Zhengjun clearly, they were shocked to find that he was not only standing in front of Wu Junda, but also his right hand had been inserted into Wu Junda's chest.

"You dare to kill me!" Wu Junda asked incredulously as he felt the gripped heart.

Who is he!

He is the only son of the patriarch of the Wu family, the first heir of the Wu family in the future, and the controller who can disturb the situation in Binh Duong City in the future.

Such a distinguished and noble identity was beheaded by a child who was not valued in the family, and a feeling of desperation came to my heart.

"Wu Zhengjun, you dare to kill my son!" Not only Wu Junda couldn't believe that Wu Zhengjun dared to kill himself, but even the patriarch of the Wu family and those high-level Wu family couldn't believe it.

Turning his head and glanced at the middle-aged man who had just scolded him, Wu Zhengjun sneered, and then slowly pulled out his palm.

With the outstretched palms, everyone saw a beating heart.

"Wu Zhengjun, my father will never let you go!"

The aura of Na Tiandi blends into one's body, making the life of the warrior very powerful. Even a warrior in the realm of warriors can still live a few more seconds after the heart leaves the body.

So, watching Wu Zhengjun abruptly take out his heart, Wu Junda cursed resentfully.

"I'm waiting!" With a strong squeeze of his right hand, his beating heart was suddenly squeezed, Wu Zhengjun said without fear.

Along with the broken heart, Wu Junda also closed his eyes, and then fell heavily to the ground.

Just after Wu Zhengjun killed Wu Junda, the fifteen first-class sect powerhouses that had already been prepared, burst out in front of Wu Zhengjun at the fastest speed, and then began to promise all kinds of attractive conditions.

Faced with the various benefits promised by these sect powerhouses, Wu Zhengjun's expression did not change at all. He first looked up at the seven top sect powerhouses on the high platform, and then stooped to salute.

Wu Zhengjun knew in his heart that he was breaking the rules of the game after he killed Wu Junda after admitting defeat. The seven strong sects on the high platform not only did not stop them, nor did they have any words of reproach afterwards. This is because they took a fancy to him. The transformation.

However, just as he transformed himself, Wu Zhengjun felt a feeling in his heart, feeling that only by following that person can he greatly improve his cultivation and strength, and be able to save his life in the future.

So, for his next choice, he already has an accurate goal, and he must reject the seven strong sects who are obviously partial to him on the high platform.

When I saw Wu Zhengjun bending over and saluting, except for Ouyang Aoxue, who had already harvested from Siqi and was not interested in male Xiu, his expression remained unchanged, but the remaining six powerhouses sank.

Because they know that Wu Zhengjun, who shows his special physique, already has a favorite sect in his heart, and the favorite sect is not their seven top sects.

"Humph!" Liu Guangyuan, a narrow-minded man, looked at Wu Zhengjun coldly, and couldn't help but hum.

At the same time, I thought to myself: "Boy, if your favorite sect is against my Yuxugong, then don't blame me for using the rules of the game to get rid of you in advance!"

Seeing Wu Zhengjun's rejection of the seven top sects, the 15 strongest sects couldn't help but secretly rejoice. As long as the seven top sects do not participate in the competition, then their 15 top sects have a chance to compete for Wu Zhengjun.

It's just that, just when the secret joy of the fifteen first-class sect powerhouses hadn't taken any action, Wu Zhengjun bowed to them in the same manner.

"Little friend, what do you mean?" The strong man from the iron blood door asked with a puzzled look.

"Senior, I'm sorry, the younger generation already likes the sect!" In response to the question of the iron-blooded master, Wu Zhengjun stepped towards the south side of the square, which belongs to the second-rate sect.

Seeing Wu Zhengjun walking towards his side, Yu Haoran was startled and couldn't help but guess.

Wu Zhengjun's favorite sect, can it be a hundred feet!

If Wu Zhengjun really worshipped the Hundred Chi Gate, then his future change after rebirth would be great.

"Brother Haoran!" Wu Zhengjun, who walked straight to Yu Haoran, said with a solemn look.

"Wu Zhengjun, with your special physique, the iron blood sect among the top-notch sects is the most suitable sect for you!"

Although Wu Zhengjun didn't say much, Yu Haoran already knew what he thought.

However, Wu Zhengjun abandoned the Iron Blood Gate and chose the Hundred Chi Gate, which would inevitably affect the future process, so he could only try his best to return things to their original trajectory.

"Where Brother Haoran is, Zhengjun is there!" Faced with Haoran's persuasion, Wu Zhengjun replied firmly.

"Wu Zhengjun, I am the person responsible for recruiting disciples at Baichimen, and I agree with your request to join Baichimen!" When Haoran wanted to continue to persuade Wu Zhengjun and let him re-select the Jagged Sect, he barely calmed his excitement. Chu Zhongyu hurriedly interrupted his persuasion and warmly invited.

If it was not Yu Haoran but Huang Zonghua who rejected Wu Zhengjun, Chu Zhongyu would have taken the posture of a big brother and criticized him severely.

A genius like Wu Zhengjun with a special physique, aptitude and potential comparable to peerless, is the dream disciple of all the sects on the scene.

Such a disciple can take the initiative to join the Baichimen, and Baichimen is too happy to be too late, how could he forcibly turn away.

But Yu Haoran is different!

He is not only a peerless genius with talent and potential not weaker than Wu Zhengjun, but also Wu Zhengjun's willingness to join Baichimen, probably because of Yu Haoran.

So, he could only go farther than Haoran and agreed to Wu Zhengjun's request in advance.