Why does the ancestor, the winner of the peak level of land immortal cultivation, have such respect for a young man!
don't know!
Unable to understand!
And unbelievable shock!
Before this moment, those who were unhappy with Chen Zheng and criticized Chen Zheng were all silent, and all their eyes were focused on Chen Zheng, wanting to see what was in Chen Zheng!
"The God of Cookery..." Kunlun Tsing Yi Swordsman frowned. After taking a deep breath, he stared at the winner and Chen Zheng one after another, and then said in a deep voice: "The God of Cookery does not exist in this world. The winner is the ancestor."
, you just made up an identity to favor this kid!"
"Yes! Brother Fan Cong is right. There is no God of Cookery in the world, or everyone is a God of Cookery! Mr. Winner, we just want fairness and a reasonable explanation!"
Someone was making noises.
"Huh!" Ying Sanshui hummed, and glanced over with an indifferent look. The man who was teasing him immediately shut up and bowed his head. Ying Sanshui withdrew his gaze, bowed to Chen Zheng again with his fists clasped, and then said loudly
: "The reason why I, the winner, can become one of the three schools in the Chinese spiritual world and have been passed down for thousands of years is because I, the winner, once suffered a great disaster and was saved by the God of Cookery who descended from the upper realm! The God of Cookery from the upper realm once came to the earth in order to find
One person, that person is the young master! The God of Cookery once said that he is looking for that person whose appearance is unique in the world. No matter how many years have passed in the past or how many years to come, that person's appearance will not change at all. That's why I am sure that Chen Zheng is us.
The winner is the young master who has been waiting for thousands of years!"
"What?"
"this....."
"Does the God of Cookery really exist?"
Everyone was shocked.
"Absurd!" Fan Cong, the swordsman in green, shook his head after hearing this, and then shouted out of the hall: "Second Master Winner, what are you waiting for? Do you want a foreign kid to ride on your thousand-year-old winner's head?"
"Whoosh!"
"Whoosh!"
"Whoosh!"
In an instant, five figures from outside the hall swept in like phantoms!
Among them, the middle-aged man's face was 60% similar to that of the winner's ancestor. At this moment, an indifferent expression swept across Chen Zheng's face. The four people around him also had indifferent expressions, but the aura he released was extremely powerful!
Land fairy!
The five people who came in were all land gods!
These five land fairy qi machines have locked up Ying Sanshui!
The entire hall was locked up!
"Second uncle..."
The cheongsam woman next to Ying Sanshui frowned and shouted.
"What... do you mean? You are still not polite when you see the young master!"
Ying Sanshui stared at the middle-aged man and said in a deep voice.
"Dad, you have lived too long and your eyes are dim. I, the winner, am not waiting for a young master. There is no God of Cookery in this world, and I, the winner, are not saved by the God of Cookery." The middle-aged man chuckled: "Everyone, my dad
There have been some problems in my practice recently, and I have suffered from delusional disorder, so sometimes I am confused and like to talk nonsense. My ancestors are from the Qin royal family. After the fall of the Qin Dynasty, I have been keeping a low profile and even changed my surname many times. It is precisely because of this
Being low-key can last for thousands of years, and it has nothing to do with the God of Cookery."
As he spoke, the middle-aged man's eyes fell on Chen Zheng, and he said with a cold expression: "You have broken the rules of the winner. Now you are leaving the winner with your people. You are not qualified to participate in the feast of the God of Cookery!"
"Haha! The winner is fair!"
Fan Cong, the swordsman in green, immediately laughed.
"The winner is right!"
"Second Master Winner is right!"
"This is right! This is only fair!"
Many people also followed suit.
At this moment, Jiang Boyue, Yu Canghai, and Chen Zhilong were all silent. They all understood that the second master of the winner appeared with four land gods. I am afraid that he had already planned to make the winner change his destiny!
I’m afraid this strategy is a combination of inside and outside!
This winner Erye has joined forces with the people from Kunlun!
The five girls Zuo Qinghong and Chen Zheng were also silent at this moment, with their brows furrowed. However, they were relieved when they saw that Chen Zheng's expression did not change from beginning to end.
"You! You! You! You bastard! Cough! Cough! Cough!"
How could Ying Sanshui not understand this? He pointed at the middle-aged man, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he coughed, and then his color changed drastically. The true energy in his body was solidifying!
"Dad, you have managed the winner for so many years, so you should take a good rest. Kunlun's Seven-Star Celestial Silkworm is colorless, invisible and silent. It specializes in devouring real energy. Don't worry, old man, I only put one Seven-Star Celestial Silkworm in the tea.
, after the true energy is sucked out of your body, that thing will naturally come out, and your family can live for a few more years. As for your old man’s true energy, as your son, I will reluctantly accept it! Haha! Hahaha!
"
The middle-aged man laughed wildly!
"The traitor!"
Ying Sanshui cursed angrily and wanted to raise his hand, but his true energy was being devoured crazily, and he was about to fall to the ground if he staggered!
"Grandpa!" The cheongsam woman supported Ying Sanshui and stared at the middle-aged man coldly at this moment: "Second uncle, how could you do this!"
"Hmph! How could this be like this? Winner needs to change! I, Winner, have been keeping a low profile for thousands of years, and my strength has long been the top of the three families. Just for a so-called rumor, I took the treasures that Winner has collected for thousands of years and cooked a God of Cookery feast for a bullshit boy.
?Is he worthy of this bullshit young master! Don’t worry, girl, this time I am the second uncle and the winner. I will not do anything to my elder brother, sister-in-law and you. I will only marry you to Kunlun!"
The middle-aged man laughed wildly again!
"Miss Yingying, I fell in love with you the first time I saw you. Please take good care of you for the rest of my life!"
Fan Cong, the swordsman in green, also burst out laughing at this moment.
"Congratulations to the winner for marrying Kunlun!"
"Haha! Congratulations to both of you!"
"Master Fan is a talented person, and Miss Yingying is naturally beautiful. The two of them are a perfect match!"
Many people quickly agreed!
"Ugh! It's so disgusting! Take care of your mother for the rest of your life!"
At this moment, a woman's voice suddenly sounded, and almost everyone in the hall stared at her!
An Jing!
It's An Jing!
An Jing was angry!
I just started using foul language!
"You! Hmph! A master and a lowly woman dare to insult this young master. You are looking for death!"
Zheng!
Fan Cong, the swordsman in green, was extremely indifferent at this moment. He was extremely unhappy when he was scolded by a woman whose cultivation level was not even that of a Grandmaster. He drew his sword and struck An Jing with it!
"Boy! Don't blame me. The woman next to you insulted me, so she deserves to die!"
The moment he drew his sword, he sneered at Chen Zheng!
Stab!
Then there was a sword energy that tore through the air like lightning and stabbed An Jing between the eyebrows!
"well."
Chen Zheng sighed.
"Haha! You deserve it!"
"You dare to win if you don't have the ability. Who do you think you are?"
"Now we've hit a brick wall. Even your woman can't be protected! I told you to get out of the winner's circle a long time ago, but you just didn't listen!"
Those who denounced Chen Zheng were sarcastic again at this moment. They thought that Chen Zheng sighed because he offended the Tsing Yi swordsman, and thought that Chen Zheng's sigh was the helpless sigh of being crushed by a strong man!
However!
Just the next second!
They heard another sentence!
"I don't really want to kill anyone today."
Next!
"Crack!"
I saw Chen Zheng raise his right hand in an instant and grab Fan Cong, the swordsman in green, and just like that, the head of Fan Cong, the swordsman in green, was taken off!
This moment!
The winner's hall was silent!
"Clang!"
wrong!
There is also sound!
That was the sound of the sword in the hand of the headless corpse of Fan Cong, the swordsman in green, falling to the ground!