The son of a famous artist is exactly what he expected, and there is still a next game.

Moreover, the result was the same as he expected, and the son of the numerology family counted.

Even though the supernatural powers of fortune-tellers can change their destiny and take their fortunes, it sounds like a terrifying and terrifying thing, there are still many restrictions when the realm is not there.

Unlucky, his opponent was Wumen.

There are also similar methods in the ancient witch witchcraft. Unfortunately, Wumen is just proficient in one or two.

The result was that Wumen used ancient witchcraft to offset the numerology's magical powers and knocked the opponent down to the ring with a backhand blow.

Like the previous game, Wumen did not use the magical powers of the Plague Division, but used witchcraft.

He proved with his actual record that he not only knew the magical powers of the Plague Tribe, but other methods were also sharp.

"Yuan Ming, do you stick to your ideas?"

The winner and defeat on the stage have been decided. Although the son of the fortune teller was defeated, he finally saved his life.

The son of a famous scholar looked at Yuan Ming and repeatedly confirmed, hoping that the other party would realize the power of Wumen and give up this idea.

"I have decided!"

Yuan Ming's tone was calm, but in the ears of the son of a famous scholar, he had some kind of heart-wrenching pressure.

"Accompanying you is like a tiger!"

This thought appeared in my heart, and the son of a famous scholar sighed that he was just a candidate for the Emperor of Heaven and was still in his late period, so he had such momentum. What will happen in the future?

"Yes, you make the decision, we won't interfere!"

Yuan Ming got a satisfactory answer and raised his hand suddenly, "Wumen, I want to challenge you!"

Swipe, one after another, and fell on Yuan Ming.

"Son of a famous artist?"

At first, some people didn't react and thought they were the son of a famous master standing in front of Yuan Ming.

Many people were inexplicably excited, "It's great, the son of a famous artist takes action, I'm sure you can see!"

Among the hundreds of sons, the son of a famous master is undoubtedly the first-class combat power, and everyone is beyond the reach of it.

No matter who comes to power, the sons of other schools are not as reliable as the sons of famous masters.

"Maybe, I can really defeat Wumen this time!"

Some people have begun to imagine that the son of a famous scholar is fighting against Wumen and defeating him.

"It's not him, it's the one behind him!"

The misunderstanding was only temporary. After all, Yuan Ming raised his arms high, and it was soon seen that he was asking the challenge.

The excitement of each family was instantly dispelled. It turned out that it was not the son of the famous scholars, but a disciple of the famous scholars.

Yuan Ming was too ordinary. Although he had followed Xiu Tianci Fang Yujing and watched the battle on the riverside and appeared in public, compared to the bright Hongluan, he was too ordinary that outsiders thought he was a follower.

Nowadays, he appears behind the son of a famous family and is also mistaken for a disciple of a famous family.

What about the challenge of famous disciples is not as good as other hundred sons?

For a moment, all forces were in a state of distraction and felt that this was a farce.

"you?"

Wumen also frowned. From his personal reaction, he guessed Yuan Ming's situation, not to mention that he could not even reach the realm of a real person at a glance.

"It's not too late to try again when you reach the real world!"

Wumen also believes that Yuan Ming in front of him is a junior who wants to be famous.

However, the challenge of celebrating the rooftop is not a joke. Once this opening is opened, other messy people will come one after another. Wouldn't he be exhausted?

"I didn't say before, the challenge to go on stage is limited to the realm of real people!"

Yuan Ming walked forward step by step, and the sons of famous masters walked on both sides to separate the road for him.

"Son of famous artists, what are you doing? If you want to promote newcomers, don't look at what occasion is here?"

In the eyes of everyone, Yuan Ming's actions were undoubtedly instructed by the son of a famous scholar.

They could also guess the intention of this move, because there was a genius in the sect. If they wanted to make a name for themselves, they would take the opportunity of offering sacrifices to the rooftop.

But what a solemn place is there for the battle for the sacrifice of the rooftop?

The opponent is Wumen. Don’t look at how much he hurts and dies when he takes action. If he really annoys him, the son of the Du family is the lesson of the past.

If the trouble is not good, the newcomer trained by the son of a famous scholar must be broken here.

"you?"

Wumen was slightly angry and really regarded him as a stepping stone for his reputation.

His ideas were similar to other forces. He was nothing more than seeing that his Wumen was powerful and he wanted to go on stage to challenge him, but he would definitely not have the luxury of winning, but as long as he resisted one or two moves and walked off the arena alive, he would gain a hundred times reputation.

"It's still not ruthless!"

Wumen laughed instead of anger and waved to Yuan Ming, "Come on!"

I had already thoughts in my heart. When Yuan Ming came to the stage, without saying a word, he would use the magical powers of the Plague Tribe to make him die miserably and shock everyone.

It’s a rebellion, and even a real person is not, so how dare you challenge him?

"Master, that's Yuan Ming!"

Hongluan exclaimed in surprise and pointed at Yuan Ming who was walking towards the rooftop, with her beautiful eyes wide open.

"See, whisper!"

Hongluan suppressed her voice, "How dare he?"

Just now, Wumen defeated powerful enemies one after another, and even the arrogant Mo Duyu lost to him. All those who went to fight were the best among the hundreds of sons.

Every battle is full of thrilling variables.

In Hongluan's opinion, each of those losers was incredibly strong, and he would never be able to withstand a few moves.

In contrast, Wumen is even more powerful. In Hongluan's mind, only the master can defeat him.

What has she seen now?

Yuan Ming, at most, is a little better than her, how dare he come on stage to challenge Wumen?

"Master, Yuan Ming is making a fool of himself. Why don't you persuade him?"

Fang Dou shrugged, "What are you trying to persuade him? He is an adult. As a master, I don't have much trouble interfering with the decision I made!"

The candidate for Emperor Tian, ​​who dares to change the initial decision?

Fang Dou even noticed that the sons of famous families and the sons of Yin and Yang families were on both sides, and it was obvious that they could not persuade them.

Since Yuan Ming left Gouqu Mountain, he has become more and more popular.

Fang Dou even estimated that perhaps one day, Yuan Ming would be able to conquer the hundreds of schools and become a support for the competition for the quota of the world.

Although Yuan Ming has not arrived at the moment, he is one of the only three candidates for the Emperor of Heaven and cannot be regarded as ordinary people.

"The child is grown up and he is starting to be disobedient!"

Fang Dou shook his head, "Fortunately, I have the foresight and released it early, otherwise it would be a big deal to stay at home!"

Seeing that Fang Dou was not interfering, Hongluan was still a little worried, after all, Yuan Ming was so "weak".

"Master, although Yuan Ming is human, he is your disciple at least!"

"He is ungrateful. If he is about to be beaten to death later, you must help!"

Fang Dou laughed silently, the feelings between these disciples were quite deep.

"Don't worry, I'm his master at least. No matter how much trouble Yuan Ming causes, he will still have to take care of me in the end!"

"And don't think that Yuan Ming really doesn't have the power to fight!"

Fang Dou waved his arms and raised his lips. Finally, he had a chance to see the magic of the candidate for the Emperor of Heaven.

The emperor's heart of Buddhism and the emperor of the court are both candidates for the Emperor of Heaven and have never shown their outstanding features.

Everyone thought that the so-called candidates for the Emperor of Heaven were mostly in the symbolic sense.
Chapter completed!