Their Heavenly King Tree Clan is of noble rank, how did Wang Teng do it?
"I heard that there is a magical... Tree Scripture in the world, which was spread from the edge of the universe countless years ago. Could it be said that Wang Teng practices the Tree Scripture?"
Otto seemed to have thought of something, frowned and said in shock.
Tree Sutra! These two words weighed more than ten thousand words, and Lonely Tree felt a sense of regret in his heart.
Not only can it absorb the holy tree and enhance the physical functions of the cultivator, it also has nightmare-like restraint on all plant-based creatures.
He once saw it in a very ancient book among their clan.
But this is almost a legend. Whether it is true or not is not yet known. How could Wang Teng have the legendary tree scripture.
Otto's eyes couldn't help but become deeper, staring at Wang Teng's dantian. According to his information, the tree scripture was obtained by the great Ming Tianzun who was once famous in the world, and then fell unexpectedly and disappeared into the universe.
Among them, if Wang Teng's mysterious technique is really a tree scripture, then it is very likely that it has been inherited by the Great Ming Tianzun.
The inheritance of the Great Ming Tianzun.
His fingers trembled.
That is an existence close to God.
After the Xutian era, he was definitely a heaven-defying figure. No one knew his origin. He sat cross-legged for nine days and watched the ups and downs of the world. For him, ordinary masters were like babies and were not at the same level at all.
If Wang Teng really obtained the inheritance of the Great Ming Tianzun, it would be shocking to the world.
The disciple that Guangda Ming Tianzun casually taught back then, the Ultimate Tianzun, is now a famous and top powerhouse in the universe.
Lonely Tree couldn't help but clenched some fists. No matter what, Wang Teng must not stay. This mysterious technique can absorb the original power of their plant system, which is too much restraint for them.
...Shock enveloped the square! Wang Teng's sudden display of energy-absorbing power deeply shocked everyone present.
Even heroes like Jin Mo, Mother Roland, the leader of the Demonic Snake Clan, and Deacon Hua were all shocked and confused.
From their perspective, they had never imagined that there would be such a terrifying absorption technique.
Wang Teng didn't pay attention to everyone's surprise. After his body function recovered, he let out a loud shout with high fighting spirit and punched out, moving the mountains and rivers with energy, which felt like destroying everything and shattering the galaxy.
Wang Teng is now like the god of war descending to earth, unstoppable.
Even if Jin Zun burned his essence and blood, he would still be defeated by Wang Teng's powerful punch.
There was a touch of horror on his face, and he wanted to move away, but he couldn't do it at all. He was punched and flew out, like a dead dog, and fell under the ring, spitting blood from his mouth, and was out of breath.
He was angry, his eyes were bulging, and his appearance was extremely miserable.
Silence! The shocked atmosphere in the square became silent.
Obviously, Jin Zun failed miserably.
Wang Teng's tall figure stood on the stage like a heroic god, making everyone admire him.
The Hundred Tribes Conference has been held in the Southern Territory for so many years. Although there are some geniuses from other realms who come here because of their fame, they have never been in the same dimension as the local geniuses in the Southern Territory. In the past, thirty people could be squeezed into each session.
, which is already considered extremely good.
This is the first time for Wang Teng that a talent from outside has defeated a top-notch local talent.
It's like creating some kind of exciting deed, which makes people excited.
This matter will be talked about even if thousands or even ten thousand years pass in the future.
In the barren environment outside, it is too difficult to produce a genius of this quality.
At this moment, Wang Teng used his own strength to prove to everyone that the geniuses outside can also do well.
"Golden Lord!"
While everyone was boiling, Jin Mo, a tall and steady man from the Jinshan clan camp, couldn't help but change his expression. He flew down from his seat and checked Jin Zun's injuries. His expression turned ferocious. The meridians in Jin Zun's body...
Unexpectedly, nearly 70% of his body was broken by Wang Teng's punch, and his bones were shattered a lot. The most important thing is that the original foundation of the Jinshan War Technique he practiced was also broken.
In other words, the level of his Jinshan tactics will decline in the future.
In order to cultivate Jin Zun, Jin Shan Zun spent countless efforts and even the hope of the entire Jin Shan clan.
Now that he has met such a miserable end in the hands of Wang Teng, as the leader of the Jinshan tribe, how can he not hate Wang Teng?
He suddenly turned around and looked at Wang Teng, his eyes were like sword rays, clanking, and the terrifying murderous aura stirred up, causing the temperature around the entire arena to drop sharply, as if he was in a world of ice and snow, with a biting cold wind.
, many people shivered with excitement and fear.
Jin Mo is a veteran and strong man. If he takes action against Wang Teng, it is very likely that others will not be able to react and Wang Teng will be robbed.
Wang Teng was on his guard, but Jin Mo became furious. The moment Jin Mocai flew down, he slammed his feet on the ground and flew backwards for more than ten feet.
After all, it is essential to be on guard against others. Some guys, after a failure, cannot bear the blow, and there are not a few who pull the wool over their faces and take action.
It was precisely because of this retreat that Wang Teng had some reaction time. He was not too afraid of Jin Mo's hatred. He just looked at Jin Mo with a faint smile on his lips.
With Shen Zun Ji Yue Steps, at this distance, he has no fear of Jin Mo going crazy and attacking.
When others react, at least Deacon Hua cannot sit idly by and ignore it.
Sure enough, at this moment, Deacon Hua stood up, frowned, and sighed: "Chief Jin Mo, on the ring, fists and feet have no eyes, so it is inevitable to get injured. Next, Wang Teng will have to compete.
, I hope Patriarch Jin Mo will not mess with the rules."
At the end of the sentence, Deacon Hua's tone already contained a warning.
Although the forces behind him are neutral in the Southern Territory, their energy is also extremely powerful, otherwise they would not host every Hundred Clans Conference.
They do not provoke others, but if others break the rules, in public, they will naturally demand an explanation.
It seems that he also knows that he cannot take action at all, otherwise he will only lose face.
Jin Mo's clenched palms trembled slightly, he slowly loosened them, took a deep breath, and said to Wang Teng in a neither salty nor bland voice: "If there is a chance in the future, I will tell Wang Teng
My little friend, please take back this cause and effect."
After saying that, he waved his hand and asked the people of the Jinshan tribe to fetch a stretcher and carry the Jinzun down. There were also doctors on the side, taking pulses, giving pills, etc. The scene seemed a bit chaotic.
In the Jinshan Tribe camp, Jin Xiangjiang was also present. At this moment, he couldn't help but swallow his saliva and was afraid of Wang Teng.
