You are already cultivating immortality, who would fight with you alone?

Chapter 300 Wuji's Brother

"Cough, cough, cough!"

A violent cough came from Wuji's mouth.

Immediately followed by a "Wow" sound, a large mouthful of bright red blood suddenly gushed out.

At this moment, Wuji felt that his body was like a rapidly falling meteor, falling uncontrollably downwards.

He tried his best to stop his out-of-control body, but it was all in vain.

He could clearly feel that a huge hole had been poked in his dantian.

The spiritual power that was originally filled in the body is now pouring out continuously like a flood that breaks through the dam.

He tried hard to gather the lost spiritual power again.

But every time he managed to gather a little bit of spiritual power, it would burst in an instant like fragile bubbles and disappear without a trace.

It feels like when a person opens his mouth, it is impossible to puff up his cheeks no matter what.

At this moment, a heart-wrenching roar suddenly came from the distant horizon: "Wuji!!"

That was Lin Ying's voice, filled with endless sorrow and despair.

Wuji's heart tightened, and he wished he could look in the direction of the voice and take a last look at the close friend who had always been by his side.

But unfortunately, his head was always facing downwards and he couldn't turn it at all.

He had completely lost the ability to stay in the air, and even adjusting his body posture became a luxury.

Just like that, Wuji's vision became increasingly blurred, and his consciousness gradually became confused.

Finally, he was completely trapped in endless darkness.

Lost all senses...

…………

"Wuji, why are you still lying in bed?!"

This stern shout was like a bolt of thunder that suddenly exploded in Wuji's ears and instantly woke him up from his sleep.

Wuji opened his eyes dazedly, his vision was still a little blurry.

But soon, he saw a tall and majestic figure standing in front of him.

I saw that the man was wearing a tattered straw hat with the collar standing up high, covering most of his face, leaving only a pair of sharp eyes like an eagle.

But the most eye-catching thing is the deep scar on the man’s right eye, which looks like a hideous centipede lying on his face, making people afraid.

Wuji stared at this person blankly and forgot what to say for a moment.

"Brother is talking to you, why don't you answer?!"

Seeing Wuji had no reaction, the man roared again, the sound was so loud that it seemed as if the whole room was shaking.

Wuji was completely brought back to reality by this roar. He came back to his senses as if waking up from a dream.

He stammered, “Brother…brother?!”

He could hardly believe his eyes. The person who was supposed to be dead actually appeared in front of him alive.

"You... aren't you dead?"

"Great! Wuji is very satisfied to see you again before he dies!"

Wuji seemed to have not figured out the situation yet, looking at the familiar and reliable figure,

He couldn't stop his tears from flowing and hugged the man's waist.

At this moment, he formed a huge contrast with the strongest man who dominated the Qi Yang Continent.

"presumptuous!"

Hearing Wuji's words, the man frowned and shouted angrily: "The person who can kill me, Wuxiang, has not been born yet!"

As he said that, he stretched out his big hand without saying anything and pulled Wuji up from the bed like a chicken.

"Today is the day of the sect competition. This is related to whether you can become the chief disciple!"

Wu Xiang stared at Wu Ji closely, his eyes flashing with an unquestionable light, "Don't dawdle any longer, get up quickly, and follow me to the martial arts arena!"

After saying that, he turned and strode out the door.

Wuji hurriedly got up from the bed, put on his clothes hastily, and followed Wuxiang closely.

His heart was filled with doubts and surprises, and he kept stealing glances at Wuxiang's back along the way.

Trying to determine if this was all just a dream.

"Clap clap clap!"

Wuji slapped himself three times, and the sound attracted Wuxiang's attention.

He stopped and looked at his brother behind him, slapping himself for no reason.

The corner of his mouth twitched, "What's wrong with you today?!"

"I just let you train for three days. Could it be that you are still not awake?"

Wuji ignored his brother's greeting, but lowered his head, his eyes full of shock.

He raised his hands slightly before his eyes.

It seemed to be confirming whether everything happening before its eyes was real.

But both the burning pain on my face and the touch with my brother were so real.

"Sect Competition?!"

“This is 70,000 years ago!”

He suddenly recalled that this was the battle that made him famous!

Wuxiang looked at his somewhat dazed brother and wanted to ask something.

But the sound of the bell in the sect made him give up this idea.

He grabbed Wuji by the back of his collar and lifted him into the air.

In the blink of an eye, the two of them arrived at the sect's martial arts training ground.

Wuxiang landed on the platform, holding Wuji in one hand, and slowly walked towards a seat.

"Haha, Elder Wuxiang really dotes on his juniors. He even personally escorted them to the sect competition."

Wu Xiang glanced at the teasing person, then threw Wu Ji to the ground.

He sat down in his own seat.

Responded coldly,

"I am acting without a form... why would you interfere?"

"Tsk, you reckless man!"

The man felt embarrassed and simply turned his face to the other side, as if he would be pissed to death if he looked at Wuxiang for one more moment.

"Really...really back!" Wuji murmured.

Then he quickly looked at his brother.

Recalling what happened at that time,

He will win the championship today and become the sect's chief disciple.

The chief disciple is the reserve for the sect elders.

It can be said that every elder was once a genius who crushed his peers.

At night, Wuxiang would go out to drink and celebrate on the grounds that Wuji had won the championship.

However, that night, they were assassinated.

Those people are all children of luck.

Even if Wuji cannot be killed, letting Wuji kill them can also exchange Wuji for his death.

In order to protect him, his brother killed all the Sons of Destiny alone.

Before the divine punishment came, it seemed like he went out again.

After returning, he only left Wuji one last word, "To accomplish great things, swords alone are not enough... Far from enough!"

"You must have a strategy!"

Afterwards, he lost his life in the five signs of decay of heavenly beings.

"Brother, we can't go out to drink and celebrate tonight. Someone wants to harm us!"

Wuji suddenly roared.

This attracted everyone's attention.

After listening to this, Wuxiang frowned but said nothing.

"Hahahaha!"

"Wu Xiang, is your brother an idiot? The competition hasn't even started yet, and you're already preparing to celebrate?"

"Wu Xiang, it's not that I look down on your brother, but you look so confident of victory, don't you think you take my disciple seriously?"