Rebirth of the Supreme Celestial Being

Most of the people who can come to the martial arts training ground are vulgar people with three teachings and nine streams, and their words are also vulgar and not very pleasant.

Lin Xuanzhi opened his eyes covered in blood and lay down on the ground. His whole body seemed to fall apart, and the bones on his legs were no longer the smooth arc before, as if they had been broken.

But Lin Xuanzhi still turned his head to the side facing the teenager with difficulty.

"I have money, I have money, a thousand gold, redeem my brother!" the boy called, and hurriedly stuffed a gold ticket into the hands of the steward of the fighting field.

The manager frowned and squinted at the golden ticket.

Yan Tianhen was afraid that the person would not accept it, and said nervously: "You said before that one thousand gold can make my brother leave alive, so you can't go wrong!"

"Boy Mao, what's the urgency? Did I say not to accept it? Go and go, don't take my air here."

The manager impatiently waved away Yan Tianhen who gave him the money, looked down at the money line mark printed on the gold ticket, a sly smile appeared on the corner of his lips, rolled up the gold ticket and put it into the storage bag. inside.

This kid has a way to get money, but it is estimated that Lin Xuanzhi used the money at the bottom of the box.

The steward waved his hand and said a few words to the entourage next to him.

After that, someone soon came on the court and announced: "In this match between Lin Xuanzhi and Wu Qingzong, Wu Qingzong won!"

After the announcement, the low and thin young man rushed to the table with his hands and feet.

But his movements are obviously a little slow, and his left foot doesn't use much strength.

Yan Tianhen knelt beside Lin Xuanzhi with anxious face, looking at his blood-stained brother, who had been dyed in white, and didn't know how to start.

Yan Tianhen had seen Lin Xuanzhi injured, but he had never seen him so badly injured.

Is Lin Xuanzhi dying?

Yan Tianhen frowned deeply, a face covered with blue and black cracks, which looked even more terrifying.

At this time, Yan Tianhen hadn't thought about it at all, he was still carrying a debt of five hundred gold, and he still didn't know how to pay it back!

Yan Tianhen's eyes didn't know if it was because he was too worried or because he saw his elder brother being bullied like this, and they turned red.

His two thin arms began to embrace Lin Xuanzhi, trying to pull him up and put him on his back.

Lin Xuanzhi's mind gradually became sober. He looked at the thin and weak young man who was close at hand, his nose was sour, his heart was full of ups and downs, his heart seemed to be hit hard by a heavy hammer. Has become mud.

"It's almost thirteen, how can I cry at will?" Lin Xuanzhi raised his hand with difficulty and scratched the tearful Yan Tianhen's face slightly, revealing a sincere smile, and said: " Go, let's go home."

Yan Tianhen nodded heavily first, and then stared at Lin Xuanzhi in a daze.

His brother, touched his face just now, and said he would go home with him?

Isn't it a hit?

Or was it taken away?!

Lin Xuanzhiqiang supported his painful body, with one arm resting on Yan Tianhen’s thin shoulder as a support. Most of the weight of his body was supported by Yan Tianhen, and everyone was full of various meanings. While watching with his eyes, he calmly limped on one leg and walked towards the bottom of the stage.

Yet Yan Tianhen was still in a daze, apparently immersed in Lin Xuanzhi's stimulus to him softly speaking.