"This bastard holds a grudge very much!"

Chen Yiru cursed softly, but then he smiled brightly, tilted his head and asked: "Clan leader, do you think we can announce the final winner?"

"This kid is careful every step of the way, and every move of Girl Dieyu seems to be in his calculations!"

"How on earth did he do it? He is only in his thirties. Could it be that in addition to his astonishing understanding of magic, he is also gifted with a powerful talent for fighting?"

Chen Tong temporarily concealed the shock in his heart, nodded slightly, and followed the voice that spread throughout the hall: "The winner of this competition is Chen Ping!"

"The branch to which it belongs will continue its direct lineage identity for hundreds of years!"

Quiet, everything is still.

After a long time, everyone reacted, and bursts of warm cheers broke out.

The eighth level of Qi training will defeat the ninth level of Qi training.

The rumored following overcomes the above!

In the past hundreds of years, the Chen family has rarely had such outstanding people born.

But every time he appears, he will definitely become the family's top fighting force, leading the Chen family into a period of prosperous expansion.

"Okay, okay!"

Old Chen Baishan burst into tears, clasped his hands and bowed to the sky: "My ancestors under the spring, Baishan is worthy of you."

"Brother and sister-in-law, you should have seen that Ping'er is making a difference!"

"Under his leadership, our company will surely regain its glory!"

"Cousin, I'm convinced!"

Chen Hongjie looked guilty and muttered with sincerity.

If it came to Chen Xun, he thought he might have a few percent chance of winning, but against Chen Dieyu, the chance would be one in ten thousand.

"Good boy, so awesome!"

Chen Qiudong was beaming with joy and clapped his hands excitedly.

He first came into contact with Chen Ping entirely because of Chen Yiru.

To put it bluntly, he didn't take Chen Ping personally at all before.

But from this moment on, he decided to sincerely make friends with Chen Ping.

"The fighting genius that the family has never seen in a century!"

Chen Yu sighed sincerely.

"Not to mention his strong Taoist background, whether it is combat experience or on-the-spot response, this guy is no weaker than the top qi-training monks!"

Chen Nongyue said in amazement.

There are more than twenty monks in the family who are at the ninth level of Qi training. As the deacon of the Chuan Gong Hall, his strength is firmly among the top five.

But against Chen Dieyu, who has the Black Tide blood chain and is known as the Butterfly King, the odds of winning are no more than 30%.

However, Chen Ping did it!

In front of all the Chen clan members!

"Nong Yue, you can still fight with him, but I don't think I can survive a few moves."

Chen Yu shook his head and said with a wry smile: "The waves behind are terrifying!"

"We old guys should be happy, he is a genius of our Chen clan!"

In addition to being excited, Chen Qiudong did not forget to add fuel to the fire: "Brother Jinsong, look at the clan leader has announced the results, so the bet..."

"I won't miss you a cent!"

Chen Jinsong's expression was gloomy, he threw a storage bag angrily, and then left the ancestor worship hall.

As for the failed prospective daughter-in-law, he did not take another look.

This time he can be said to have given full support to Chen Dieyu.

Including the precious Heixi Blood Chain, he lent her the money, and he even paid for half of the Butterfly King's spiritual stone.

In the end, he was defeated miserably by the unknown Chen Ping.

It’s really the most ridiculous thing in the world!

"Brother Jinsong, walk slowly!"

Chen Qiudong was in a happy mood, and he became more and more pleased with Chen Ping.

The two thousand spirit stones won are so crucial.

If you save two or three more years, you can buy the Qiyang Pill, and your daughter Chen Qin's journey to immortality will be much smoother in the future.

"Chen Ping, why don't you let go of Dieyu!"

On the battlefield in the square, Chen Xintong angrily yelled.

"Can."

Now that Chen Tong has announced that he has won, Chen Ping will not continue to make things difficult and happily withdraws the Needle Vine.

"I...I lost?"

Chen Dieyu seemed to have lost her soul, her eyes were hollow and her lips were purple.

"Dieyu!"

When Chen Xintong saw this, he felt heartbroken and quickly stepped forward to help him.

"The patriarch, the fourth elder. The younger generation was exhausted, so he went back to recover first."

Chen Ping cupped his hands towards the two foundation builders on the chairs and said weakly.

"Well, let's go and have a rest, Ping'er!"

Chen Tong's tone was gentle, and all thoughts of settling scores after the fall were forgotten.

This is the family's treasure, and it's too late for him to protect it!

How could he be punished for some trivial matter?

"Cunning and cunning!"

Chen Yiru cursed in her heart and secretly sent a message: "Boy Ping, meet me in the family treasure house in three days."

"Junior, take your leave!"

Chen Ping kept this in mind, then jumped off the high platform, first looked at Chen Baishan, and then nodded to him.

Chen Baishan couldn't wait to come over and share the joy, but considering that Chen Ping had been exhausted from two bloody battles, he didn't bother him.

"Brother Ping is awesome!"

"Ping'er, uncle eighteen, would you like to have a little gathering with me when you have time?"

"I, I am your twenty-sixth uncle. It is my uncle's eightieth birthday next month. Ping'er must come!"

Facing the compliments from everyone, Chen Pingping ignored them and walked out of the hall calmly.

During this period, a gloomy and vicious light followed him like a shadow.

Chen Ping looked back and saw a middle-aged female nun in luxurious clothes.

"Chen Min?"

Chen Ping understood that this woman was Chen Dieyu's mother, no wonder she resented him so much.

Chen Ping shot her back hard with cold eyes, and took a step forward.

This big competition is just a small lesson.

Because of Chen Xintong's involvement, in his heart, Chen Dieyu was already like a dead person.

When he breaks through to the foundation, these people will usher in a devastating purge.

"Hiraro!"

Outside the hall, Xue Yun came quickly from the crowd.

There are about sixty or seventy monks gathered here.

Basically, he is a Taoist surname of the Chen clan.

There are also some people who are inextricably related to the Chen family.

For example, Yu Yuanliu, the eldest disciple of Zeng Tingxuan, and Ma Xiaochun, the second-class guest minister, etc.

"Go back to Lantian Town."

Chen Ping simply said he was horrified, gestured to Yu Yuanliu, and walked out of the mountain without stopping for a moment.

"It seems he has lost!"

Yu Yuanliu sighed without much regret.
To be continued...