Chapter 533 (1/2)

”Ten or twelve waves?”

The disciple on duty stammered, rubbed his eyes and looked over again.

It's clearly on the dial.

Chu Yan, who had just left, held on to twelve waves.

”My God -” the disciple on duty shook his body and almost fainted.

Mei Yunpeng was just touched, as if he was about to die. He fled with a cry. It was amazing that Chu Yan could support the fourth wave yesterday.

But today, he went straight from the fourth wave to the twelfth wave. Not only that, when he left, it was obvious that he still had some spare strength.

”He, is he a monster?”

At this moment, apart from this guess, the disciple on duty didn't think of any other possibilities.

In the next few days, Chu Yan still came every day.

Every night, when Chu Yan left, the disciples on duty were shocked to a new level.

Twelve waves, eighteen waves, twenty-five waves, thirty-six waves——

The night before the Seoul match, when Chu Yan left normally, the record was set to the 50th wave.

The whole process only took Chu Yan seven days.

If calculated as an average, Chu Yan's resistance to more than seven waves per day is increasing.

Although the disciple on duty did not know what Chu Yan wanted to do with this demon Lihuo cultivation, he could be sure of one thing.

People with this kind of talent, perseverance and persistence will do better than others.

Suddenly, Chu Yan became a role model in the eyes of the disciples on duty.

”Although I don't have that strong talent, I can make up the gap with my efforts!”

As soon as I read this, the disciples on duty were full of power.

Unconsciously, Chu Yan influenced another person.

In a flash of time, seven days passed.

At this time, there is only one day left for the trial of the ruins of Seoul.

Everyone is making the final preparations.

Or meditate and recuperate, adjust your state to the best, or practice your martial arts more skillfully.

At this time, in a luxurious palace, Mei Yunpeng looked at his younger brother, who was sitting on his knees, with a look of respect and fear.

The other party is clearly his younger brother, but at the moment, Mei Yunpeng is like a slave, servile, even dare not breathe.

Looking at the younger brother Mei Yunhe's waist, which represents the identity of the elite disciple, Mei Yunpeng looks jealous in the deep of his eyes.

But soon, he hung his head down in a hurry, for fear of being found by the crane.

As time went by, Mei Yunhe still didn't pay attention to him. Mei Yunpeng was anxious, and even the sweat came out of his forehead, but he still didn't dare to speak.

Finally, when Mei Yunpeng's scalp was about to explode, Mei Yunhe opened his eyes and swept towards him: ”what's the matter with you?”

”I've been standing here for so long, and I dare not breathe out loud. Just ask me these three words?” In fact, Mei Yunpeng wanted to say this at the moment, but obviously he didn't dare.

What came out of his mouth was another saying of right and wrong: ”brother, you must help me this time!”

In a short sentence, it is full of grievance and indignation. Coupled with the tears in Mei Yunpeng's eyes, if he is allowed to kneel down on the street at this moment, I am afraid that there will be countless people giving him money immediately.