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Suddenly, a bright red seal appeared on Wen Cheng's face.
However, Jian Chen still didn't feel relieved. He ignored Wen Cheng's cannibalistic gaze and slapped Wen Cheng on the other side of his face.
The next scene shocked everyone around the ring. They saw that Jian Chen was determined to humiliate Wencheng. He slapped him to the left, then slapped him again, and slapped Wencheng more than a dozen times in succession.
His face was red and swollen.
Finally, Jian Chen's palm was wrapped with a layer of milky white light, and with a heavy hand, Wen Cheng's whole body was sent flying out, and he fell directly under the ring.
At this point, the battle between the one-color Yuan Dan and the three-color Yuan Dan has been decided. However, the result was beyond everyone's expectations and left the entire audience in silence.
"Changyang, you are very good, I will remember you." After a while, Zheng Zhengxin broke the calm first. He said expressionlessly to Jian Chen, then turned around and left.
"Oh my God, did I read it wrong? This is not true. This is definitely not true. A Saint Master of Light with three-color Yuan Dan cultivation was defeated by a Saint Master of One Color Yuan Dan...
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"It's really unbelievable, I can't believe this scene is real..."
"This Changyang is simply going to defy the heavens..."
It was only then that a noisy exclamation broke out in the square. Many of the Light Saint Masters were either excited or exclaimed with shock on their faces.
Everyone's eyes were focused on Jian Chen, who was standing in the center of the arena, wearing a white robe stained with blood, showing a look of admiration.
"Junior brother won, junior brother won, junior brother actually defeated Wencheng..." Bai Yu, who was also standing under the ring, was stunned. It was really difficult for her to accept all this.
It's hard to believe this scene is real.
Jian Chen stood on the ring, covering the wound on his chest with one hand. Although his blood of chaos had been leaked, the powerful power contained in the blood of chaos had already been hidden by him, making this chaos
The blood becomes no different from ordinary blood.
He glanced at the group of Holy Masters of Light who were exclaiming around the square, his expression calm.
"Changyang!" At this time, the leader of Wangtian Peak spoke. His tone was very calm, but it spread throughout the square and suppressed the exclamations of many Guangming Saint Masters.
Suddenly, the originally noisy square suddenly became quiet.
"I have seen the Peak Master in Changyang!" Jian Chen, who was standing on the ring, clasped his fists at the Peak Master of Wangtian Peak in time. Although the robes on his body were no longer neat and tidy, the blood-stained red color did not destroy his temperament.
, but it adds a bit of unique style.
"Changyang, you are the most powerful Saint Master of Light among all the One-Color Yuan Dan I have ever seen. You defeated the Saint Master of Three Colors Yuan Dan with your One-Color Yuan Dan cultivation. This is so unparalleled in the world.
I was extremely shocked." The leader of Wangtian Peak said with a smile, then he flipped his hand and took out a purple lotus seed no bigger than a thumb from the space ring, and said to Jian Chen: "This Thousand-leaf Purple Lotus is very important to the five-color element.
For the holy war masters below Dan, it has huge benefits, which can greatly improve their strength. Now, I will give you this Thousand-leaf Purple Lotus as a reward for you. I hope you will understand the laws of holy war as soon as possible.
Become a holy war master."
While speaking, the Thousand-leaf Purple Lotus in the hands of the leader of Wangtian Peak was also wrapped in a ball of bright holy power and slowly flew towards Jian Chen.
"Thank you Peak Master!" Jian Chen didn't show any pretense. After thanking him, he accepted the Thousand-leaf Purple Lotus in the envious eyes of many Guangming Saint Masters.
Next, the leader of Wangtian Peak made some remarks and left here.
"Changyang, I wonder if you are willing to exchange the Thousand-leaf Purple Lotus in your hand with me. Of course, I will definitely not let you suffer." At this time, the nine-star genius Xin Bing came to Jian Chen and said with a gentle smile on his face.
Jian Chen looked at the Thousand-leaf Purple Lotus in his hand. Although the grade of the Thousand-leaf Purple Lotus was not high, it was still of great use to the Saint Master of Light. He immediately rejected Xin Bing's exchange proposal.
"This Thousand-leaf Purple Lotus is not of much use to Junior Brother Changyang. If Junior Brother Changyang is willing to exchange it with me, I am willing to give you ten times the value of Thousand-leaf Purple Lotus as a treasure of heaven and earth. Junior Brother Changyang, please think about it carefully and wait until you think about it.
Come back to me when you're ready." After saying that, Xin Bing left here.
"Bailong, the battle images between Changyang and Wencheng have been completely recorded." On the top of Wangtian Peak, the master of Wangtian Peak stood in the palace as white as jade and said to a black-clad deacon behind him.
"It has been recorded. All the battle images that happened in every arena have been completely recorded." Bailong said respectfully.
"Okay, you send the video of this battle to the temple and let the elders take a look. This Changyang is also an extremely extraordinary genius. Our Guangming Temple should vigorously cultivate it, but this matter still needs to be
Those elders made the decision," said the leader of Wangtian Peak.
"Yes, Peak Master!"
Looking at Tianfeng Square, Jian Chen had already stepped off the ring. Wherever he passed, the Saint Masters of Light who gathered around the ring consciously gave way to a path.
"Little Junior Sister, let's go back." Jian Chen came directly to Bai Yu and said to Bai Yu.
"Oh!" At this time, Bai Yu's spirit was still in a trance. She glanced at Wen Cheng, who was lying on the ground and had passed out, and followed Jian Chen with a dull expression.
At the same time, Bai Long, the deacon in black, also left Wangtian Peak with the crystal that recorded the battle images, and flew up to the temple that stood above the clouds.
"Stop anyone who comes!"
The temple was extremely heavily guarded. As soon as Bailong stepped onto the temple, he was stopped by two middle-aged men in purple robes.
Bailong knew that these people in purple robes were the guards guarding the temple. In terms of identity, status and strength, they were much higher than the deacons in black. He immediately bowed slightly and saluted, and said: "Look at Tianfeng below.
Deacon, on the order of the Peak Master, give this item to the respected elders!"
"Just leave it to us, go down!" A purple-robed guard said expressionlessly.
Hearing this, Bai Long looked hesitant, but after hesitating for a moment, he finally handed the crystal in his hand to a purple-robed guard, and then left the temple.
The two purple-robed guards walked straight into the temple, holding the spar that recorded the image of Jian Chen fighting on the ring.
"You two, stop here." At this moment, a soft shout came from the side, and Zheng Zhengxin was seen walking slowly and slowly with his hands behind his back.
Seeing Zheng Zhengxin, the two purple-robed guards clasped their fists and saluted. In the Temple of Light, Zheng Zhengxin was not only a nine-star genius, but also the elder's disciple. His status was beyond the reach of these guards.
Comparable.
"What did the deacon give you just now?" Zheng Zhengxin asked with his head held high and his attitude arrogant.
"It's a spar, let's pass it to the elders." A purple-robed guard replied.
Hearing this, Zheng Zhengxin's eyes flashed coldly and he said: "My teacher is one of the elders of the temple. I just want to go see the teacher. Give me the crystal and I will take it there for you."
The two purple-robed guards looked at each other. Faced with Zheng Xin, who was very likely to become the Holy Son, they did not dare to disobey him, so they had no choice but to hand over the crystal to Zheng Xin.
Zheng Zhengxin took the crystal and left, and then stopped in a remote place. He looked at the crystal in his hand that recorded the images of Jian Chen's battle. A sneer appeared on his face. He held it with his palm and immediately took the crystal.
Knead it into powder.
PS: This is the third chapter, and there is a fourth chapter, but the fourth chapter is very late, so please don’t wait tonight.