A much-anticipated competition that surprised everyone came to an end, causing a round of boos.
Everyone wanted to see how capable Yuan Chen was. The result was like visiting a brothel, having already taken off his pants and taken his medicine, but suddenly found that there was no one on the bed.
What are you causing trouble?!
The bald man who had just escaped from Yuan Chen's clutches rolled and crawled into the crowd, and was instantly pulled in for questioning by an acquaintance.
"Tingyuan, why did you admit defeat without even fighting? You are not the kind of person who is willing to admit defeat."
Even after returning to the crowd, Ting Yuan still looked back in Yuan Chen's direction with lingering fear, only to see Yuan Chen's swaying arms and innocent smiling face.
"He...he's not here to compete, he's here to kill!"
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After the brief commotion subsided, everyone looked at Yuan Chen with more curiosity.
How strong do you have to be to be able to completely defeat your opponent's defenses with just a few words?
In fact, Yuan Chen did use some small tricks.
First, he found his first opponent through simple divination, and then asked him questions seemingly casually, but from time to time he used his powerful soul to intimidate the opponent at the soul level.
Finally, he unleashed a powerful momentum on the ring, defeating the opponent's defenses in one fell swoop, making him frightened when he saw him, and completely losing the courage to fight with him.
"Well, if you want to blame, I'll blame you for your unlucky situation. As the first opponent, I need to create a stronger sense of mystery."
Yuan Chen felt sorry for Ting Yuan in his heart. In fact, this Ting Yuan did have a powerful strength comparable to the top ninety-nine.
"Thunder Tiger's bloodline? It's quite strange, but the power of the soul is a bit weak."
"If there is a chance in the future, please make it up to him, Qian Lei Feng Ting Yuan."
The competition was still going on in full swing, and the commotion caused by Yuan Chen was soon replaced by more exciting news.
"What, Xia Jin actually won? How could his strength improve so quickly?"
"How can Tian Mingshi defeat his opponent? Isn't his Qingfeng Guixue Sword at a bottleneck?"
"Zhao Ruibin also won? Why has he been so upset lately?"
One after another, the unfavored disciples miraculously defeated their opponents and obtained further quotas, attracting the attention of many people.
"Tell me, tell me, why did you suddenly break through? Didn't you just break through not long ago?"
"This is all thanks to Junior Brother Yuan Chen of Longhu Peak. If Junior Brother Yuan Chen hadn't shared his spiritual insights with all his money, I wouldn't have been able to achieve breakthroughs one after another. The only regret is that I only paid one spiritual stone for such a precious preaching conference.
, I really feel guilty!”
The answers to the questions were mostly the same, and without exception they expressed their praise for Yuan Chen and their guilt for the low price.
The road to spiritual cultivation is extremely difficult, but a high-quality sermon can help people avoid many detours, and may even make people instantly become saints. It is mysterious and miraculous.
Although Yuan Chen's sermons are not so powerful, they are better than others because everyone can gain insights and gain from them, and their applicability is far superior to other people's sermons.
In terms of the effectiveness of preaching alone, Yuan Chen has far surpassed some elders of Daoxian Sect, and even the elders who specialize in preaching and solving doubts are slightly behind.
"Is it really so magical?"
"I don't know when Junior Brother Yuan Chen's next sermon conference will start. I can't wait."
"Don't think about it. There will be a huge crowd of people by then. I'm afraid all the disciples of the sect will go to listen to the lecture."
"Well, I have to say that Junior Brother Yuan Chen is really kind-hearted and shares his insights when he has them. It is really a blessing for my fellow disciples."
Because of Yuan Chen's sermons, Longhu Peak, which was notorious because of Zhang Ruozhuo, seems to have regained its vitality. More and more disciples are full of yearning and longing for Longhu Peak.
Zhang Ruozhuo watched from the rooftop of the palace, his heart filled with relief.
How could he not know that what he did before would ruin Longhu Peak's reputation, but the sect's precautions against Longhu Peak forced him to do so. Now that Yuan Chen is spreading good deeds, Longhu Peak's path to prosperity has changed again. Much flatter.
"Hey, I heard that the first person to attend Junior Brother Yuanchen's sermon meeting was Senior Sister Qiongzhufeng Lu."
"Is it true? Geniuses do attract each other, but I wonder if Senior Sister Lu has any other insights. If Senior Sister Lu has made a breakthrough, then Junior Brother Yuan Chen will be too powerful."
While everyone was talking about it, Lu Langhuan Shiran walked onto the ring from the crowd.
Without saying anything else, he struck out with a sword, an extremely stunning sword——
With just one sword strike, Mo Yishu, the second disciple of Haoran Peak, flew out from the ring, unable to parry.
Lu Langhuan's expression did not change at all, he put away the sword in his hand indifferently, and then slowly walked back to the crowd of Qiongzhu Peak disciples.
"Oh my god, have you seen it? Senior Sister Lu's swordsmanship is even better now. She even swept Mo Yishu off the ring with one sword. It's so awesome."
"Although Mo Yishu has a bad temperament, he is not weak in strength. The fact that Senior Sister Lu can defeat him so easily is probably a breakthrough."
"How many Mo Yishu can you think Senior Sister Lu can defeat now with all her strength?"
"Three? It's not a simple addition if we work together. I guess three."
"Five, I guess I can hit five!"
"Ten! Senior Sister Lu is the strongest!"
Mo Yishu, who fell alone on the ground, looked unhappy but could do nothing. His usual behavior made everyone avoid him, and now no one was willing to help him.
"Am I... actually reduced to a combat unit? How could this happen?"
The news of Lu Langhuan's breakthrough became known to everyone in an instant, and the disciples of the Daoxian Sect praised Yuan Chen's preaching for its miraculous effect. Everyone was looking forward to Yuan Chen's sermon again, and even alarmed many elders. .
"What a formidable young man. He is indeed a genius of our Taoist Immortal Sect."
Some elders couldn't help but sigh. Sure enough, the waves from behind in the Yangtze River pushed the waves in front, and the waves in front died on the beach.
However, Yuan Chen, who was at the center of public opinion, did not take this to heart at all. Now he is just an empty shell, and his powerful soul has secretly entered the Fantasy God Bell.
Sitting cross-legged next to the Fantasy God Bell, Yuan Chen pretended to close his eyes and rest, but his soul escaped everyone's eyes, passed through many restrictions, and broke into the peaceful fantasy realm.
"Sha Yueting, Sha Yueting?"
Yuan Chen's soul was floating in the desert area of the fantasy world, calling softly for the sand dragon.
At this time, the sand dragon is freed from the shackles of the fantasy spirit bead. It can go wherever it wants, or it can restore its true strength unscrupulously, and then run wildly on the road of transforming into a dragon.
Under such circumstances, Yuan Chen was not sure where it was, so he could only call softly to ask him to come out.
A powerful sandstorm suddenly struck, and the fine sand swept in with unparalleled power, as if it was going to swallow up Yuan Chen's soul and make him fly away.
"Humph, why don't you give up? You really don't have a long memory!"
Yuan Chen snorted coldly, and the divine soul villain stretched his small palm forward, just in time to enter the sandstorm.
The sandstorm dissipated without warning, and the right hand of the little spirit figure was accidentally stuck in the throat of the sand dragon. A little force could make it die.
Sha Jiao was so frightened that he did not dare to say anything, fearing that his throat would be crushed by Yuan Chen's little hands if he moved.
"If there is a next time, you can only become a pot of dragon soup. Do you understand?"
Sha Jiao blinked quickly, indicating that he already knew.
The little man of the soul slowly released his palm, and the sand dragon seemed to be amnesty. The dragon's body quickly shrank and transformed into a strong middle-aged man.
"My subordinate, Sha Yueting, pays homage to the master!"
Looking at the sand dragon that bowed its head in front of him, Yuan Chen knew that it was only now that he was truly convinced, and it was only now that it could really be used by him.
"Okay, the first priority is to help you get out of trouble, and put other things aside."
Yuan Chen waved his hands, not caring about Sha Yueting's etiquette.
The little spirit figure suddenly emitted a bright light, and a rolled bamboo slip suddenly appeared in the void.
"Write your name on the bamboo slips with your blood, and then I can take you out."
Before Sha Yueting could express his gratitude and thank the Lord for his kindness, Yuan Chen continued: "Although this bamboo slip can take you out quietly, it will also make you my loyal subordinate. If you write your real name on it, you will belong to me in all your life."
Under my command, there is no room for regret, are you willing?"
Sha Yueting slowly raised his head, looked directly into Yuan Chen's eyes calmly, and then said firmly: "I do!"
Pooh!
Why does it look so much like a wedding vow?
Yuan Chen felt a shudder in his heart, only hating the ambiguity of his question.
Sha Yueting resolutely wrote his name. The moment the bloody words were printed on the bamboo slips, Sha Yueting turned into a sandy yellow light and rushed into the bamboo slips.
"The first general is here."
Yuan Chen's eyes were filled with brilliance, as if stars and a sea were emerging.
"There should be more people under my command in the future. I actually started recruiting troops so early in this life. The situation is indeed stronger than the people."
Yuan Chen sadly left the fantasy realm and returned to the body of reality. As soon as he returned, he heard Daoming's clear and clear voice.