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Chapter five hundred and ninety second shock

"I won, I won!"

Zhang Cheng's roar echoed down from the top of the mountain.

It was very clear. His voice echoed at the foot of the mountain and spread into the distance. Everyone was startled when he heard it.

Dead silence!

There was dead silence for a long time before someone couldn't help but break the calm: "Hey, no way, Zhang Cheng won."

Subsequently, the footage broadcast by the drone proved the victory or defeat. On the screen, Zhang Cheng was standing and Qin Yingjun was lying down.

Yes, Zhang Cheng won.

The undefeated myth of Yanjing's number one genius came to an end. Even though he was holding the Moye Divine Sword, he still lost to Zhang Cheng.

"Zhang Cheng won."

Rong Guoxiu was stunned for a long time before he said.

"Zhang Cheng wins!"

This sentence spread from the crowd like a virus, causing a commotion.

"impossible."

Wan Shixiong and Qin Riyue looked embarrassed, unable to believe this outcome. The genius of Wan Jian Sect, their Qin family lost to Zhang Cheng on their first day.

"That's great, that's great. Mei Lin, it was Zhang Cheng who won. He is so awesome. You have really found a good son-in-law for our family."

Even Cai Tiexin was in a daze for a moment, then came back to his senses and said excitedly, unable to contain himself.

Cai Meilin cried with joy, it was great, Zhang Cheng was not dead. What she wanted was not Zhang Cheng's victory, but Zhang Cheng's safety.

When Cai Meilin's eldest brother saw this, his face was complicated. He was a little happy, but also a little disappointed.

"boss."

"Jinghua, your boss is so awesome. He is a god, no, he is my ancestor, I will definitely treat him as his little brother!"

In the audience, Jia Jinghua and Hai Rui were extremely excited. The boss had won.

That Fatty Zhong was even more excited than them, his face was flushed, and he said that he wanted Zhang Cheng to accept him as his younger brother. Even if Zhang Cheng sold the pot to others in the future, he would follow him to the death.

"Good guy, if you are a talented person, you must be brave, no wonder you dare to accept Qin Yingjun's challenge." Yan Chengshu was startled after hearing this, and then laughed.

"Brother, third brother lost. What should I do? Will Zhang Cheng kill third brother?"

Qin Shiya's face turned pale, and her heart was in her throat.

"I don't know." Qin Fanyun's heart went blank. His third brother lost, and that invincible genius would lose to Zhang Cheng.

"No, it can't be. My idol actually lost." The expression on Yan Zhengliang's face was stiff. Until now, he and many Qin fans still don't want to believe it.

"Zhang Cheng won, what a terrifying cultivation level. Even Qin Yingjun lost to Zhang Cheng holding Mo Xie. No wonder you are Zhao Yeji's friend." Zhao Qingshu also had a face full of shock.

"Master, Qin Yingjun lost. The Nine-Nine Supreme Fate actually lost to the King of Doom. This doesn't make sense. Is there really something wrong in "Tianji Dao"?" Dong Yan was dumbfounded and murmured.

""Tianji Dao" is not wrong, the most powerful one is King Wu." The expression on the divine operator's face was very complicated, a little shocked, but also a little calm, "King Wu, King Wu, you have indeed cultivated an amazing talent, obviously with

You are also the king of misfortune, with three disasters, six disasters and nine diseases, but you have defeated Qin Yingjun."

"how so?"

Tengjiao gritted his teeth and his face was twisted.

"Hey, maybe it's fate. With the way of heaven and earth, destiny is inevitable. King Wu, you will lose in the end."

It was clear that Zhang Cheng had defeated Qin Yingjun, but the fortune teller still shook his head, thinking that Zhang Cheng would lose after all, as if there was some secret hidden in it.

Some things cannot be changed. The divine fortune teller thinks.

"Damn it, Qin Yingjun, weren't you invincible before, but you lost to this loser?"

Qin Leshan's eyes were filled with hatred and he clenched his fists.

"Mr. Qin, Qin Yingjun lost. Now that things have happened, it seems that we have no choice but to implement the plan. Only in this way can we kill Zhang Cheng to avenge your son."

Next to him, the foreigner raised the corners of his mouth and whispered.

Qin Leshan hesitated for a moment. When the matter came to a close, he was still struggling in his heart. Once he made up his mind, there would be no place for him in the Qin family.

However, seeing Zhang Cheng's victory and the cheers of his relatives and friends, Qin Leshan's eyes turned red, and he immediately made a desperate move: "Let's start, we must kill Zhang Cheng."

"Okay, don't worry."

The foreigner said, and then the two quietly left here.

On the high platform, Yan Chengshu is the notary, and it is his turn to stand up at this time.

"Zhang Cheng won and Qin Yingjun lost. You all saw it. No injustice happened during this period. Do you have any objections?"

Yan Chengshu looked around and asked.

"No objection."

"Zhang Cheng won."

A few people spoke here and there.

"In this case, I will announce that Zhang Cheng will win this competition."

Yan Chengshu officially announced.

Hearing this, many people looked dazed and lonely. Yes, Zhang Cheng won and Qin Yingjun lost.

That arrogant Yanjing genius failed on the first day.

"What sound?"

Suddenly, there was a huge roar.

Everyone was shocked.

Yan Chengshu was also startled!

Mountain.

Zhang Cheng looked at the defeated Qin Yingjun, gasping for air, and then he sat down on the ground, his face full of exhaustion.

"It's over, I won."

Zhang Cheng knew he had won.

He was happy because this battle was not only about Cai Meilin, but also about Uncle Zhang. All along, Uncle Zhang wanted him to become the Nine-Nine Supreme and defeat his destiny.

According to "Tianji Dao", it is impossible for Zhang Cheng to defeat Jiujiu Mingge, because the latter is his nemesis. But Zhang Cheng did it today. If Uncle Zhang saw it, he would definitely smile with joy.

At this time, the divine fortune teller's expression must be very wonderful.

Zhang Cheng thought to himself, Divine Fortune Teller, you have lost. How can one person determine the fate of the world and the reincarnation of humanity with a book?

I believe what Uncle Zhang said, man can conquer nature!

However, at this moment, a deafening roar suddenly came from the distance, followed by a sharp sound that broke through the air, hoo!

What's wrong?

Zhang Cheng subconsciously raised his head. Although he had defeated Qin Yingjun, he habitually did not relax his vigilance. A huge thing suddenly appeared in his sight.

That's... a missile!

Zhang Cheng was shocked!

Just as he was feeling horrified, the missile had already hit the top of the mountain. With a loud bang and an earth-shattering sound, a mushroom cloud rose from the top of the mountain. The rock exploded and was shrouded in smoke.

"Run!"

An idea came to Zhang Cheng's mind. The huge impact of the explosion had arrived, and Zhang Cheng and Qin Yingjun flew up like leaves.

Missiles cannot be countered by manpower, even if Zhang Cheng and Qin Yingjun are peerless masters. Moreover, the two of them are basically at the end of their efforts and have exhausted their efforts.

At this moment, Zhang Cheng and Qin Yingjun seemed to be in a level 12 storm. They could only spin with the storm and received countless blows on their bodies.

What sounded in their ears was a terrifying roar, and everything went blank.

Time seemed to have passed in an instant, and then it seemed like a day had passed. Zhang Cheng and Qin Yingjun landed again, and they felt that time was flowing smoothly again. Here it comes.

(.=)


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