Chapter 1209: Dead duck has a tough mouth
"How come your boy's combat power has grown so much in just one month?
What kind of pervert are you, or have you taken some magic elixir?"
He Shen took out a few pills and swallowed them hard, with a look of disbelief in his eyes and doubts about life.
"I'll tell you if you hit me again!"
Lu Chen waited until his condition returned to its peak, then he hurriedly drew his knife and attacked.
The sword just now had a lot of power removed due to the long mace of Zhan Bao and Shen. The remaining knife power was only enough to cut He Shen but not He Shen's body, which was quite a pity.
Therefore, Lu Chen was eager to cut off again to prevent unintended consequences.
"Come on, let me see how you kill him?"
He Shen sneered, then hugged his disabled body and rolled down the ring in embarrassment.
"car!"
"I lost it and actually escaped!"
"It turns out that he is a stubborn duck who has a tough talk, but he doesn't need to be beaten at all!"
"If you are a coward, you will have to compete!"
There was a burst of boos at the scene, and countless eyes fell on He Shen, showing contempt.
"I just missed, why are you booing?"
"Victory and defeat are common matters in military affairs, do you understand?"
"They are all guys who can stand and talk without pain in their backs. If you have the ability, come up and fight!"
Heshen was very annoyed when he heard the boos around him, and he actually shouted back like this.
"Heshen, don't talk, go and heal your wounds quickly."
Sect Master Cang Yu led his people and rushed over, hugging He Shen to the rest area.
"Heshen, swallow this elixir to make your injuries recover faster!"
There was a man wearing a robe and a hood beside Cang Yu, the sect master. He took out a golden elixir and gave it to He Shen.
The man's hood was pulled down so hard that he couldn't even see his face clearly, but He Shen knew who he was.
That person is none other than Patriarch Cang Yu!
That is He Shen’s master!
"Master, I..."
He Shen faced his master with a look of shame on his face.
"Lu Chen's combat skills are of a very high level. I think he is at least mid-level heaven level. Your defeat at the hands of a high-level combat skill is not an injustice."
Ancestor Cangyu said.
"But I'm four realms higher than him. Even if he has heaven-level high-grade combat skills, he can't beat me, right?"
He Shen was dissatisfied and confused, "His level is so low, how can he hurt me with the power of his combat skills?"
"This... I don't know much about this, but his sword power is indeed stronger than yours!"
Ancestor Cang Yu sighed.
"Master, my disciple lost miserably. I guess he won't be favored by the big forces."
Heshen's face was pale and depressed.
He is fifty years old, and this is not the first time he has participated in the selection competition, but many times.
His goal is to enter the major powers in Central Continent. It can be said that neither the major powers nor the small powers can enter.
However, he has not been favored by the big forces in the selection competition, otherwise he would not have been delayed until the age of fifty and still stayed in the Eastern Wasteland.
In this selection competition, he thought that his rival was Ning Feng from the Xianlie Sect, but he was unexpectedly defeated by Lu Chen as soon as he appeared on the stage. His beautiful ideals actually fell into Lu Chen's hands. He was unwilling to do so.
Originally, he wanted to kill Lu Chen to avenge the sect's martial arts genius and the great elder Qian Xi.
Unexpectedly, he was unable to kill Lu Chen, and was almost killed by Lu Chen. In order to save his life, he rolled down the ring in embarrassment, losing all face.
His performance today was very bad. How could the big powers in Central Continent take a fancy to him?
"This time there are three major forces coming to Central Continent, you still have a chance!"
Ancestor Cang Yu glanced up at the sky and said, "No matter what happens, you must join a small force. You are already old and don't have time to wait."
"Master, you are a saint, and those above are also saints. Can't you go up and intercede for your disciple in front of the person in charge of the big force?"
He Shen asked.
"The saints in Central Continent have an arrogant temperament and look down on the saints in the region. They generally won't accept being teachers."
Ancestor Cangyu shook his head and said, "What's more, the saints above are all higher in level than Weishi. Weishi is a dwarf in front of them. It's useless to go up and intercede. They only have strong eyes, and that's not the case."
I will respect you as a teacher."
"So, all I can do is wait?"
and Shen asked.
"That's all!"
Ancestor Cang Yu said helplessly.
"Lu Chensheng!"
The referee announced that the game was over.
"Lu Chen of the Xuantian Dao Sect is indeed the son of a genius, with boundless fighting power!"
"Sure enough, when Lu Chen killed Qian Xi, he relied on his strength instead of taking advantage of the minefield!"
"Lu Chen can kill Lord Qingtian, does he have the combat power of Lord Golden Body?"
"That's not necessarily the case. Lu Chen's combat prowess is very perverted, but he has not yet reached the level of the Golden Body Venerable!"
"There is a huge difference between the Golden Body Venerable and the Blue Sky Venerable. Ten Blue Sky Venerables are no match for the Golden Body Venerable. It is incomparable."
"Although Lu Chen has not reached the level of the Golden Body Master's combat power, he can barely take on the Golden Body Master's moves, right?"
"It should be possible. I can take on the five moves of the ordinary Golden Body Venerable!"
"No, I think I can take ten moves!"
There was a burst of cheers from the crowd at the scene, and they all started talking like this, comparing Lu Chen to the Golden Lord.
Among the clouds, those saints were silent, and there was no sound of discussion.
Because He Shen, whom they were optimistic about, was completely defeated and even lost face. He actually rolled off the ring, which made them feel like they were slapped in the face.
And Lu Chen, whom they thought was dead, actually defeated He Shen with a single blow and almost killed He Shen. This level of fighting power was beyond their expectation.
Lu Chen left a deep impression on them, and Lu Chen also registered in their hearts, but they still did not extend an olive branch to Lu Chen, but they wanted to see Lu Chen's subsequent performance.
Lu Chen carried the long knife and walked down the ring depressedly, completely ignoring the comments of the people around him.
Heshen actually ignored his identity and his face and rolled down the ring to save his life. It would be a shame if he could be happy.
This is the best chance to kill Shen. If he and Shen go to Central Continent, there will be no chance.
Just because of He Shen's level, the big forces may not admit him, but the small forces will definitely flock to him.
"Xuantian disciple Lu Chen, you fought well, you will be my main competitor!"
Suddenly, someone in the crowd said this.
Lu Chen looked up and saw that it was Ning Feng talking to him.
Moreover, Ning Feng did not have the arrogance of a strong man, his face was only serious, and he stared at him closely.
Ning Feng is the young ancestor of the Xianlie Sect and the strongest disciple of the Xianlie Sect. But Lu Chen felt a little unhappy when he thought about the ancestor Xianlie and the great master of the Xianlie Sect.
Forget it if the ancestor of the ancestors deceived him, it was not because he wanted to kill him.
But that great sect leader, the great martyr, was much more insidious. He just wanted him dead!
Therefore, when he looked at Ning Feng, he didn't like it.
This chapter has been completed!