Guoyun: Playing the swordsman with poor sense of direction, teammate Zhang Qilin

At this moment, Wang Yu's name has been deeply imprinted in their hearts.

They believe that this young talented boy will be able to achieve even more brilliant achievements in martial arts in the future.

But Wang Yu himself did not care about the applause and cheers.

He moved and floated in front of Zhang Kuang like a breeze.

"How are you?" Wang Yu asked with concern, his eyes falling on Zhang Kuang with some worry.

Zhang Kuang raised his head with difficulty and looked at Wang Yu, with a hint of gratitude in his eyes.

He struggled to stand up. Although his body was still shaking slightly, he still tried to straighten his back and clasped his fists to Wang Yu, saying, "I'm fine. Thank you for your concern."

Although there was a hint of bitterness in his words, a tenacious smile appeared on Zhang Kuang's face.

He understood that although he lost the battle, he also gained valuable experience and lessons from it.

Wang Yu's strength shocked him deeply and also aroused his inner fighting spirit.

"You are quite strong. If you practice hard, you will definitely achieve something in the future." Wang Yu looked at Zhang Kuang and said seriously.

He could feel the indomitable aura emanating from Zhang Kuang and knew that he was a man with a firm determination in martial arts.

As long as he is given enough time and opportunities, he will definitely become a truly strong man.

"Thank you for your advice." Zhang Kuang replied respectfully, his heart full of gratitude and respect for Wang Yu.

He knew that Wang Yu was encouraging him and hoped that he would not give up on his path of martial arts.

He will always remember this friendship.

"Okay, the fight is over and it's time for me to leave." Wang Yu said, turning around and preparing to leave the martial arts arena.

However, at this moment, a figure suddenly fell from the sky and landed in front of him.

This figure exudes an extremely powerful aura that no one dares to underestimate.

Wang Yu looked up and saw a middle-aged man in a black robe standing in front of him.

The man had a stern face and deep eyes, as if he could see through all appearances and get to the essence. He exuded a powerful aura that made the people around him take a few steps back involuntarily.

"Are you Wuming?" The middle-aged man in black robe looked Wang Yu up and down and spoke slowly. His voice was low and magnetic, giving people an inexplicable sense of oppression.

Wang Yu frowned slightly. He could feel that this middle-aged man in black robe seemed to have a special hostility towards him.

But he didn't know the man and didn't know where the hostility came from.

"Yes, I am Wuming. What advice do you have for me?" Wang Yu said neither humbly nor arrogantly.

A cold light flashed in the eyes of the middle-aged man in black robe. He did not directly answer Wang Yu's question, but turned to look at the audience around the martial arts arena and said loudly: "Today's competition was wonderful. I believe everyone has seen Wuming's strength."

He paused and continued, "But what I want to say is that although Wuming is powerful, he is not invincible. In this world, there are many beings who are more powerful than him. And our Hermit Family is one of them!"

Halfway through his words, the old man in white from the Hermit Family who had stepped down earlier suddenly changed his expression and said to the middle-aged man in black robe:

"Dark Shadow! What are you doing?"

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