Chen Dong is so unruly and wanton that even the leader dares to come out privately even after being locked up by the boss himself. In ordinary times, the guardian would have been very angry. No matter how tough your backstage is, you will use thunderous tactics.
But now, the Supreme Protector just wants to say that it’s great, it’s great, it’s great!
Seeing Chen Dong's appearance, Yan Zu couldn't help but laugh, and his eyes narrowed into a slit - although Chen Dong had never seen Yan Zu, Yan Zu had seen him. When Chen Dong returned to Earth,
, Yanzu once ran to the top of the mountain behind Qingyun Temple, hid in the dark and quietly took a look at him.
This kid is finally here, and he has lived up to my and Yun Zhongzi’s secret cultivation!
As for the people around him, most of them didn't actually know Chen Dong. They were just curious about why Yanzu valued him so much, so they all cast doubtful and incomprehensible looks at him.
Of course, there are also those whose eyes are full of hatred and anger, such as Qi Tiansheng from Feiying Villa, Leng Yanni from Zhenleitang and Wu Yang from Zihuo Sect.
And Gong Yongnian, staring straight at Chen Dong, had already killed him ten thousand times in his mind.
Gong Yongnian turned to look at the three heads of the upper three clans. All three nodded calmly, indicating that they remembered that this person was Chen Dong.
That is to say, Tao Qingyu, the general owner of Feibao Building, was not present - even if he was, he was not qualified to sit with Yanzu and others - otherwise, he would definitely gouge Chen Dong with his eyes.
Chen Dong was fearless. After all, the Protector was present, and this was the Yanwu Cup. With so many big shots present, how could he still be worried that someone would assassinate him?
Chen Dong came directly to the Protector and said with a smile: "Thank you, Protector! Since you need me, I will come on!"
The Supreme Protector smiled and said: "This is the Holy One's appointment. You have to thank the Holy One."
Chen Dong did not hesitate, knelt down directly to Yanzu from above, and said seriously: "Thank you, Your Majesty!"
For Chen Dong, what he kneels down to is never power, but age, seniority and seniority.
Although he and Yanzu have never met, they have been close friends for a long time. After all, they are both from the earth, and there is still some "nostalgia". Moreover, Yanzu gave him a Liuyu sword before, which also made him feel
I will always remember this good thing.
So he raised his head and smiled brightly at Yan Zu.
When Gong Yongnian saw it, he grasped the handle and immediately shouted: "How dare you, who told you to look up at the Holy One?"
Chen Dong was not polite, turned around and cursed: "The Holy One hasn't said anything yet, why are you so anxious? It's none of your business?"
Gong Yongnian is a super god-level alchemist and an alchemist for the royal family. Many important people respect him. When did he ever get scolded like this!
Everyone around was extremely shocked, wondering if this disciple of Qingyun Temple was crazy. He even dared to scold Gong Yongnian. Does this mean he no longer intends to refine medicine?
As everyone knows, Chen Dong really has this confidence. He is only one Tongsheng Pill away from becoming a super-god-level alchemist, not to mention that the earth also supports a large number of alchemists who are completely obedient to his orders!
Gong Yongnian, and even the entire Alchemist Guild, don’t take it seriously!
Even the Supreme Protector could only sigh slightly. He knew Chen Dong's character very well, and this was not the first time he had contradicted Gong Yongnian.
Gong Yongnian was trembling with anger, but he still took the situation into consideration and resisted his desire to kill Chen Dong on the spot. He tremblingly turned to Yanzu and said, "Your Majesty, look at him..."
Yanzu waved his hand and said: "Hey, you are making a fuss. You just looked up at me. Is there anything you can't look at my face? Well, for such a big event as the Yanwu Cup, don't worry about such small things."
Then, Yanzu smiled at Chen Dong and said: "You are finally here. Leader Yun and I are optimistic about you, so don't lose the face of Qingyun Temple!"
Obviously he didn't expect that Yanzu would be so partial to Chen Dong. Gong Yongnian took a deep breath, turned his head to the other side, and said in a low voice to the three heads of the three clans: "Excuse me, please find an opportunity to transfer that
Guy killed!"
Cui Yan, the head of the Cui family, said in a low voice: "It seems that Master Yun thinks highly of him, and His Majesty also likes him very much. It's better not to take action on the Yanwu Cup and find an opportunity to deal with him after it's over."
The two family heads, Luo and Qu, also nodded in approval.
Gong Yongnian sighed, that was all he could do.
In the audience, after Chen Dong thanked Yan Zu, he stood up and said to Luo Zhen next to him: "Junior Brother Luo, I'm sorry, I have to take your place, leaving you with nothing to celebrate..."
Chen Dong knew that he and Chu Yingxiong and Zhu Fei were not in the same group, and he did not want to have a bad relationship with him.
Luo Zhen immediately said excitedly: "No, no, I am very happy. Thank you, Senior Brother Chen, for taking my place! Senior Brother Chen, I wish you success and a smooth journey, and finally win the Yanwu Cup. I will take my leave now..."
…”
Luo Zhen said goodbye to the Protector again and hurriedly got into the crowd.
For him, this is really the best ending.
Chen Dong was baffled and couldn't understand why Luo Zhen was so happy.
——He just came this morning and didn’t know what happened last night.
Now that Chen Dong had arrived, the Supreme Protector breathed a sigh of relief, kowtowed to Yan Zu, and retreated into the crowd.
The strongest disciples of the eight ancient sects had arrived, and Yanzu was in a very happy mood. He continued: "As we all know, this Yanwu Cup is different from the past. In addition to the usual participation of various sects and families, Yandong King, Yanwu Cup,
King Xi and King Yannan have also sent experts over, so you three should also introduce yourselves."
"yes!"
Three majestic guards wearing armor walked out together.
"Fang Shou, under the command of King Yandong, a late-level ninth-level psychic, currently a first-grade sword-wielding guard."
"Ma Yutang, under the command of King Yanxi, is a ninth-level psychic peak, and is currently a first-grade lieutenant general."
"Cao Xingbang, under the command of King Yannan, is a ninth-level psychic peak and currently serves as a first-level central supervisor."
The three of them were all soldiers, and when they spoke, they had an air of gold and stone, and they also had a faint smell of blood on their bodies. At first glance, they looked like men who had been fought among thousands of troops.
Hearing that the level of the three of them was so high, everyone who came out of the Sai Yanwu Cup felt cold. Originally, the disciples of the eight ancient sects were strong enough, but three strong men with extremely rich combat experience came out!
Yanzu nodded slightly and said: "With the participation of a few of you, the Yanwu Cup will definitely be more exciting."
Then, Yanzu turned to look at King Yannan: "I think your suggestion is very good to allow three kings with different surnames to participate in the Yanwu Cup."
King Yannan said with fear: "I just hope that more people will join in and contribute to the cause of eliminating demons. The Holy Spirit praises me so much."
Yanzu nodded: "In that case, let's stop talking nonsense and get ready to start the Yanwu Cup!"
…
Counting three people from the Wang sect with different surnames, there are a total of 128 players participating in the Yanwu Cup.
The competition system is very simple, 128 will advance to 64, 32 will advance, 16 will advance, 8 will advance, 4 will advance, 2 will advance, and the champion will be determined in the end.
With so many people, we definitely can't fight them one after another.
Fortunately, there are more than a dozen arenas of different sizes on site, which are enough to hold many competitions at the same time.
Of course, there are special barriers on each stage to prevent accidental injury to people around.
The next step is to draw lots, and whoever is drawn will be the winner. If two masters of level nine psychics meet at the beginning, there is nothing you can do and you can only blame yourself for being unlucky.
It's just that such a probability is obviously unlikely to happen in the previous knockout games.
For example, when Chen Dong entered 64 from 128, he met Kong Ziming from the "Xiaoyao Sect".
"Xiaoyao Sect, Kong Ziming, the seventh-level psychic peak." Knowing that the person standing in front of him was a disciple of Qingyun Temple, Kong Ziming said that he was not nervous, but it was a lie. Does this still need to be fought? He will definitely lose!
"Qingyun Temple, Chen Dong, the ninth level psychic peak..." Standing on the stage, Chen Dong was also quite helpless, especially when he said his own level, he felt a bit like bullying the other party.
As expected, Kong Ziming was in a cold sweat.
Chen Dong touched his head and said, "How about you admit defeat? There is really no need to fight..."
"No, I will not admit defeat!" Kong Ziming gritted his teeth and said: "We, the disciples of the Xiaoyao Sect, would rather die in battle than admit defeat!"
Kong Ziming waved his hand suddenly, and a huge diamond folding fan suddenly appeared in the air.
"Come on, fight!"
Kong Ziming shouted loudly and pushed forward with both palms. The surging internal energy rolled out. The already huge diamond folding fan grew bigger and bigger, almost covering the sky and the sun.
"out!"
Kong Ziming gritted his teeth, and the huge diamond folding fan roared towards Chen Dong.
"The best martial arts, the best weapons..." Chen Dong shook his head slightly: "It's really not possible, you..."
Even so, Chen Dong still maintained the greatest respect for him.
Chen Dong clenched his fists, and several rays of golden light shot down immediately, converging on his fists, making them extremely dazzling.
God-level martial arts: Nine Yang Fist!
Of course, Chen Dong did not activate the ninth form, which would directly kill Kong Ziming.
After thinking about it, I only used the first formula: the rising sun.
But even the first move, combined with Chen Dong's internal strength at the ninth level of psychic peak, was still extremely powerful. A golden fist roared out, directly knocking Kong Ziming's diamond folding fan away, and Kong Ziming was also knocked off the stage.
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Confucius vomited blood, was seriously injured, and fell motionless in the audience.
Several disciples of the Xiaoyao Sect rushed forward and surrounded Kong Ziming. One of them, who was angry, raised his head and said: "Disciples of Qingyun Temple, you are too cruel. Senior Brother Kong has no enmity with you.
, are you going to put him to death?!"
"I don't have one..." Chen Dong was about to cry but had no tears. This was just the first move of "Nine Yang Fist". Who knew the opponent would be so impatient to fight!
"Qingyun Temple, we remember, be careful when going out in the future!" The disciples of Xiaoyao sect gritted their teeth and carried Kong Ziming away together.
"Hey, don't, I'm so scared..." Chen Dong shouted at their backs, with a look of aggrievedness on his face.