Noticing this, a cold light flashed across Zhu Tianpeng's eyes.
It just so happened that he needed a stage. Although he didn't want to compete with Wu Ming, he was determined to win these ten consecutive victories.
At least until he successfully gets that spot, no one can stop him, including the confident guy in front of him.
With a thought, Zhu Tianpeng's figure instantly disappeared from where he was.
The next second, Zhu Tianpeng appeared on the ring, glanced at the man who spoke and said, "You are the one who wants to challenge me?"
Hearing this, murderous intent burst into the man's eyes, and he said with a displeased look on his face: "How outrageous, I am the Holy Son of Junyu. You are only a casual cultivator and you dare to speak to me like this. Are you looking for death?"
"Sage Junyu?"
Hearing this, Zhu Tianpeng's eyes flashed with confusion.
But he has no idea about this so-called Holy Son.
Sensing the confusion on Zhu Tianpeng's face, the man at the edge of the ring who had just been kicked away by Zhu Tianpeng suddenly shouted as if he had been given blood: "Country bumpkin, even Saint Junyu doesn't know that my master is
The only son of Demon Saint Junkui, how can you, a country bumpkin, ignore him? If you have the sense to kowtow quickly and beg for mercy, the master may be able to spare your life if he is happy!"
After listening to the man's words, Zhu Tianpeng couldn't help but suddenly realized.
He knows Junkui, one of the seven great demon saints.
This Junyu is actually his only son, so being called the Holy Son is not an exaggeration.
However, Zhu Tianpeng was extremely disdainful of this kind of arrogant and domineering second-generation Saint who relied on his father's name.
Because from Junyu's body, Zhu Tianpeng could also feel the power fluctuation that was not inferior to that of a semi-saint.
But even after reaching the level of semi-saint, the latter still used Junkui's name to show off, which showed that his state of mind was in a mess. He was even sure that if it weren't for the fact that he was Junkui's only son, with his current status
I don’t know how many times I have died like this.
Thinking of this, Zhu Tianpeng glanced at Junyu, and then said with disdain: "Oh, it turns out he is the son of Demon Saint Junkui. I thought he was Demon Saint Junkui himself!"
"But no matter whose son you are, it won't work in front of me. If you want to convince me, you have to show the strength to convince me. Of course, I have met many such arrogant guys in the past.
The final result is self-evident, they are all a bunch of embroidered pillows that are of no use and I didn’t even do anything but he fell to his knees.”
As soon as these words came out, the whole place was in an uproar.
Outside the arena, all the demon monks looked at Zhu Tianpeng in disbelief. They couldn't believe that not only did he not give any face to Saint Junyu, he even threatened to beat him down. This...
Saint Zi Junyu's face turned completely gloomy at this moment.
To be honest, he didn't have much thought at first, he just wanted to help his dog vent his anger.
With his prestige as Holy Son Junyu, even a semi-saint would have to apologize to him.
It's a pity that when he met Zhu Tianpeng, he was not afraid even if Demon Saint Junkui came in person. How could he be afraid of him?
For a moment, Saint Zi Junyu's expression changed, and he shouted angrily: "Okay, okay, very good!"
"Since you dare to disobey this Holy Son, the only thing waiting for you is death."
"This Holy Son will give you a chance, take action, otherwise you will have no possibility of continuing to live."
After saying that, Holy Son Junyu just stood there with an arrogant look on his face, as if he didn't take anyone seriously.
Seeing this situation, Zhu Tianpeng couldn't help but shook his head and murmured: "You are young!"
After speaking, the Chaos Green Lotus Step was used, and Zhu Tianpeng's figure instantly arrived in front of Saint Junyu. Without a trace of hesitation, before all the monks in the room could react, he slapped Saint Junyu with his right hand.
on the child's face.
Snap——
The clear sound of slaps resounded, and before Holy Son Junyu could recover, his body flew out of the ring like a kite with a broken string, and hit the ground heavily, leaving a distance of thirty feet.
"Holy Son!"
The first person to come back to his senses was undoubtedly the henchman of Saint Junyu, the guy who was kicked away by Zhu Tianpeng. He shouted in his mouth and quickly moved towards the person who was kicked away by Saint Junyu.
Sweeping direction.
At the same time, the demon monks around him were also waking up from a dream.
Looking at each other, everyone's face showed an expression of disbelief and horror.
Subconsciously, everyone's eyes were looking in the direction where Holy Son Junyu was knocked away. Although the expression on their faces was calm, they felt a burst of joy in their hearts. They had no idea about Holy Son Junyu's bullying behavior.
People don't hate him, but they are helpless. After all, Demon Saint Junkui is already invincible in the world, not to mention that both Juntian and Emperor Jun are the uncles of Saint Junyu.
At the other end, Holy Son Junyu's figure paused. The dogleg's shouting in his ear woke him up. Feeling the burning pain on his face, Holy Son Junyu subconsciously took out a mirror.
Looking intently, in the mirror, Saint Zi Junyu's cheeks were slightly swollen, and a distinct slap mark appeared.
In an instant, the rather handsome face of Saint Junyu turned blue and white. He seemed to have thought of something. He stared at Zhu Tianpeng on the stage and roared: "Emperor, you deserve to die!"
Hearing this, Zhu Tianpeng cast a contemptuous glance at Holy Son Junyu, casually shook the right hand that had just slapped his face and said: "You are really very thick-skinned, the slap made my hand a little painful.
"
As soon as these words came out, Saint Junyu was furious.
He struggled to stand up from the ground, casually stepped away from the dog-legger who was supporting him, and jumped back to the ring. He stared at Zhu Tianpeng and said, "You bastard, what happened to me just now?"
The Holy Son is careless, you and I will fight again!"
Hearing this, Zhu Tianpeng glanced at Holy Son Junyu and looked around the arena. Soon he locked onto a soldier wearing a stomach armor, and said with raised corners of his mouth: "Hey, this guy is now challenging for the second time.
Come on, after defeating him, I will win for the second time in a row, right?"
Facing Zhu Tianpeng's inquiry, the soldier was at a loss for a moment.
If he were an ordinary person, he would definitely tell others to get off without a second thought. After all, there is no such rule of continuous challenge, but now the person violating the rules is Holy Son Junyu. What can he say as a mere soldier?
Seeing this, Zhu Tianpeng glanced at Saint Junyu, curled his lips disdainfully and said, "If defeating you again doesn't count as a winning streak, then don't waste my time here and get out!"
Hearing this, Holy Son Junyu was furious. He turned to look at the soldier and said, "How dare you not give me face? Do you believe it or not..."
Before Holy Son Junyu could finish speaking, there was a sound of footsteps.
I saw that the fifth prince sitting on the high platform had already arrived in the arena, stood on the edge of the ring and said: "If Saint Junyu loses again, then it will be your second consecutive victory, Emperor. You two, continue!"