Dongsheng narrowed his eyes, and the holy power enveloped the martial arts arena.
"Today, the Son of Silver is determined. There is only one place. Becoming the Son of Silver will represent the East Temple and enter the Wuzhou Shenwu Temple to practice."
"Participants, please come out."
As Dong Sheng's voice fell, everyone in the crowd showed a fiery look in their eyes, and when they saw the two figures walking out, they all looked envious.
Yan Hong, Chen Ling.
At this time, Liang Wen and three young men quickly walked into the martial arts arena.
"What does this mean? Why are there three more people?"
"It's such a strong aura that none of these three people can see through it."
Everyone looked at the three newcomers with astonishment on their faces.
"The three of them are also the ones competing for the Son of Silver this time, and all three of them have perfect cultivation levels of Martial Lord." Dong Sheng continued.
There was dead silence in the whole place.
The three martial masters are perfect.
Yan Hong trembled, his eyes showing despair.
It's over.
The silent crowd gradually began to gasp for cold air, their faces full of shock.
"Wu Zun is perfect, go and ask for help."
"Three bandits were killed halfway. Yan Hong and Chen Ling lost even a glimmer of hope."
The young man behind Dongsheng suddenly showed a sarcastic look on his face and said lightly: "Is this the candidate for Dongsheng? Is there no one left?"
When young people speak, they are not polite.
Dong Sheng's expression did not change at all, and he said calmly: "We'll find out later whether there is anyone or not."
The young man frowned slightly and glanced at the confident Dong Sheng. Could it be that these people have some secrets?
One Martial Lord is an intermediate level, and four Martial Lords are perfect.
Nothing seems surprising.
"The rules are very simple. The Son of Silver is the strongest. If you want to become the Son of Silver, defeat all your opponents."
"Duel, free choice."
"I quit."
As soon as Dong Sheng finished speaking, a bitter and trembling voice suddenly sounded.
Yan Hong.
Everyone was stunned, and then all of them had pity on their faces.
"This guy Yan Hong is simply unlucky."
After finishing his words, Yan Hong turned around and returned to the crowd.
There were only four people left in the martial arts arena.
"I think Chen Ling should also withdraw voluntarily. No matter how strong he is, can he be stronger than Wu Zun Perfect?"
Someone whispered.
Although Yan Hong's actions made him lose face, it was the wisest choice.
The difference in strength is too big.
"Hey, I'll go first."
One person walked out, grinned, and glanced at the other three.
Chen Ling recognized this person, Wang Hao.
"The first opponent is you." Wang Hao narrowed his eyes and quickly stared at Chen Ling.
"Boy, there is no need to hide anymore. Let's fight directly. Let some people see if there is no one in the East Temple." Dong Sheng's voice suddenly sounded in his ears. Chen Ling was slightly startled and looked up.
Dong Sheng had no expression on his face.
The young man behind him looked arrogant, even a little disdainful.
Chen Ling raised his eyebrows and then smiled slyly.
He glanced at Wang Hao, and then said: "There is no need for one-on-one, the three of you can come together."
"What?"
The crowd fell silent for a moment, dumbfounded, with astonished expressions as if they had heard something wrong.
Wang Hao, Xiao Jianming, and Huangfu Jintang were even more disbelieving, but then their eyes showed anger.
Naturally, they could see through Chen Ling's cultivation and were both Martial Master Perfection, but this was too arrogant.
Above, the young man looked surprised.
One versus three?
Could this guy be Dong Sheng’s back-up man?
If you can fight against three, it will still be eye-catching.
"One versus three, boy, are you sure?"
Wang Hao took a deep breath, his expression gloomy.
"Sure, you three should go together so as not to waste time." Chen Ling said calmly.
"Boy, you are the craziest person I have ever seen. You are also a Martial Master. I want to see what confidence you have."
"Humph, don't beg for mercy later."
Huangfu Jintang and Xiao Jianming walked out together with cold expressions on their faces, staring at Chen Ling coldly.
"What? Chen Ling is also the Perfect Martial Master? Hiss."
"Martial Master Perfection, my God, how on earth does this guy practice? The speed of his practice is too terrifying."
The news revealed by Huangfu Jintang once again caused the crowd to explode.
Wu Zun has perfected his cultivation.
It exceeded everyone's expectations.
But after the shock, everyone still didn't believe that Chen Ling could challenge three people.
"Maybe he can really challenge three people. He's not a fool." Someone murmured and looked at Chen Ling with a strange expression.
"Wang Hao."
"Huangfu Golden Hall."
"Xiao Jianming."
"please."
The three of them looked at Chen Ling, feeling chilled, and waves of the martial master's perfect and terrifying aura spread out, covering the martial arts arena.
"You three, please go first." Chen Ling's figure remained motionless.
"Arrogant."
Wang Hao roared angrily, took a step forward, his voice was like thunder, he raised his hand and the sword light shot into the sky, the overwhelming sword shadow instantly turned the martial arts field into a world of swords.
boom!
The entire martial arts arena trembled, and the air seemed to burst with layers of violent twitching ripples that spread rapidly.
The storm of swordsmanship swept across fiercely, and the unparalleled sword intent made countless warriors on the edge tremble with fear.
At the same time, Huangfu Jintang and Xiao Jianming also shot out simultaneously, powerful infuriating energy penetrating the air and approaching Chen Ling.
This scene made many warriors retreat subconsciously.
The power of the three martial masters joining forces was too frightening.
There was a golden light in Chen Ling's eyes.
He just moved when three afterimages came over.
No one could see his figure and movements clearly.
Bang!
In the storm wave, a golden fist emerged, and the sword shadow in the sky collapsed.
At the same time, the second punch and the third punch suddenly appeared at the same time where the other two people attacked.
Bang bang!
The bones exploded with a crack, screams resounded, and two figures flew upside down.
As the waves rose and fell, Chen Ling quietly emerged, silently looking at Wang Hao in front of him.
The latter looked pale and stunned.
"You..." He felt his throat was dry and weak.
Three punches, just three punches.
Chen Ling stared at Wang Hao and suddenly took a step forward.
"I surrender." Wang Hao's eyes widened and he shouted sadly.
A huge fist suddenly stopped in front of him.
The golden giant fist, violent and cold power was spitting out on the surface of the fist. Wang Hao's whole body became stiff and chilled, and bead-sized beads of sweat dripped down his cheeks.
Endless fear breeds.
"What's going on?"
"Is that guy really Chen Ling? Is this really the perfect strength of Wu Zun?"
The crowd seemed to be in a dream, staring stupidly at the martial arts arena.
From the beginning to the end of the battle, it took less than ten breaths.
Everyone only saw four fists, and before the fourth punch landed, it was over.
"Who can tell me what the hell is this?"
For a long while, everyone looked at each other in shock, with huge waves rolling in their hearts.
"Palace Master, it's over."
Chen Ling raised his head and looked at Dong Sheng.
Dongsheng showed a rich smile.
This battle ended a bit quickly.
However, seeing the young man's expression, Dongsheng sneered in his heart.
The young man had an unconcealable surprise on his face.
One versus three, devastating, three punches to end.
It deeply exceeded his expectations.
In fact, he didn't even see the opponent's speed clearly, which made his heart tremble. (To be continued)