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Chapter Five Hundred and Ninety-Five: The Gathering of Geniuses

But since he was coming from the Ice Realm organization above the Southern Wasteland Temple, Wang Cheng didn't pay much attention.

Hua Ying'er followed Wang Cheng and said calmly: "With me, although my level is not high, he doesn't dare to mess around in full view of the public!"

"Okay, by the way, I'll help you avenge the past!" Seeing Hua Ying'er's confusion, Wang Cheng explained, "The Donghuang Temple will prevent you from improving, so I'll take some interest from Mo Chenxing first!"

Hua Ying'er was stunned for a moment, then chuckled: "Okay! It depends on whether you have this ability."

As soon as these words were said, the two of them walked out.

Binghuo frowned, thought for a while, and walked out.

The local dog was very naughty and ran to the second floor window to watch, fearing that it would affect him.

Let’s talk about Wang Cheng.

After he walked out of the inn, the first thing he saw was an empty street. Wrong, it should be a street with only three people.

Directly opposite, on the desolate street, a man who looked like a hill was sitting on a chair, holding the gourd in his hand to his mouth, drinking wine one sip after another.

When he saw someone coming out, he was still wearing a mask. He was stunned for a moment, then he stood up and yelled: "You are Wang Cheng from the Southern Wilderness!"

Wang Cheng glanced at the strong man and said calmly: "Exactly, you are the genius Gushan of the ancient city?"

"Huh, now that you know, it saves me a lot of trouble! I have been waiting for you these days. If Binghuo hadn't been guarding me, I would have rushed in long ago. Guisuo has been waiting for so many days, and I am finally ready to come out and face him.

Me?" Gushan laughed.

"Well-developed limbs and a simple mind!" Wang Cheng finished his appraisal, which made Hua Ying'er chuckle.

"What did you say!" Gushan roared, shaking the whole street.

"You guys with strong limbs and simple minds, don't be so loud!" Binghuo frowned.

"Punch me if you can!" Gushan stared at Bing Huo like a bull's eye.

"Come just come, whoever is afraid of whom!" Bingshui sneered, and these words made Gushan's face appear a little fearful.

"Forget it, I'm here to see Wang Cheng, who is boasted to be a god, and I have no time to pay attention to you!" Gu Shan's eyes were fixed on Wang Cheng.

"If you want to touch a third-level master like him, you have to go through my level first!" Bing Huo walked up to Wang Cheng.

But Wang Cheng didn't care about this, he said: "Where is Mo Chenxing, the Holy Son of the Eastern Wasteland Temple?"

Not far away, Mo Chenxing, who had been sitting on the street, stood up. He knew that Wang Cheng had discovered him a long time ago and was just making noise on purpose.

"I haven't seen you for many years, and my level has improved a lot!" Mo Chenxing is indeed a little afraid of Wang Cheng, but now he is a strong master of the sixth level. Facing Wang Cheng, a third level master, he still has the heart to challenge.

"Are you here to challenge me?" Wang Cheng said coldly.

"Of course not..." Mo Chenxing came to watch the fun and see Wang Cheng being beaten by these Zhongzhou geniuses, but before he could say anything, Wang Cheng snatched him away.

"You're still here, are you tired of living? You know you're weak but you're still here, idiot! Are all the Holy Sons of the Eastern Wasteland Temple cowards who are heartless?"

Wang Cheng said these words in one breath, making Gushan and the flowers on the opposite balcony stunned.

Mo Chenxing's expression was stunned for a moment, then darkened, his eyes filled with murderous intent, and he said coldly: "You..."

Before he finished speaking, Wang Cheng snatched him away again.

"What are you doing? Are you still reasonable? Back then, I was only extraordinary, but you were already a master, and you were still beaten until you begged for mercy. Now here, you still want to be tortured? How could the Kowloon Holy City choose you wastes to take charge of the East Wasteland Temple?

, I think the future of Donghuang Temple will definitely decline!"


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