Chapter 1209

"In just one month, how did your kid's combat power become so much stronger?

What kind of pervert are you, or did you take some magic medicine? "

He Shen took out a few pills and swallowed them down, with disbelief in his eyes, all kinds of doubts about life.

"Pick me up again, and I'll tell you!"

When Lu Chen returned to his peak state, he hurriedly attacked with his sword.

In that knife just now, because of chopping He Shen's long mace, a lot of the power of the knife was removed, and the remaining power of the knife was only enough to cut He Shen, but it couldn't kill He Shen's body, which was quite a pity.

Therefore, Lu Chen was eager to cut again to prevent accidental complications.

"Come on, let me see how you cut it?"

He Shen sneered, hugged his disabled body, and rolled down the ring in embarrassment.

"car!"

"I lost, and I escaped!"

"It turned out that the dead duck had a hard mouth, but it didn't get beaten at all!"

"A group of cowards, a comparison of water!"

Immediately there was a burst of boos at the scene, and countless eyes fell on He Shen, showing contempt.

"I just missed it, so what's the matter?"

"Victory and defeat are commonplace in military affairs, do you understand?"

"They're all guys who don't hurt their backs when they stand and talk. If you have the ability, you all come up and fight!"

He Shen was very annoyed when he heard the boos around him, so he turned back like this.

"He Shen, don't talk, go to heal quickly."

Patriarch Cang Yu led his people to rush over, hugged He Shen and went to the rest area.

"He Shen, swallow this elixir, it will make your injury heal faster!"

There was a man in a long robe and a hood next to the Cangyu Great Sect Master, who took out a golden elixir and handed it to He Shen.

The man's hood was pulled down so low that he couldn't even see his face clearly, but He Shin knew who he was.

That person is Patriarch Cangyu!

That is He Shen's master!

"Master, I..."

He Shen faced the master with a look of shame on his face.

"Lu Chen's combat skill rank is very high. As a teacher, I think it is at least the mid-level sky rank. It is not wrong for you to lose to a high-level combat skill."

Patriarch Cangyu said.

"But I'm four realms higher than him, even if he has a high-grade combat skill, he can't beat me, right?"

He Shen couldn't accept it and didn't understand, "How could he hurt me with the power of his combat skills at such a low level?"

"I don't know much about this... as a teacher, but his sword power is indeed stronger than yours!"

Patriarch Cangyu sighed.

"Master, this disciple lost very badly, so he probably won't be favored by big forces."

He Shen was pale and frustrated.

He is fifty years old, and this is not the first time he has participated in the selection competition, but many times.

His goal is to enter the big forces in Central Continent, so it can be said that right and wrong big forces cannot enter, and small forces cannot enter.

However, he has not been favored by the big forces in the selection competitions all the time, otherwise he would not be dragged to fifty years old and still stay in the Eastern Wasteland.

This time in the selection competition, he thought Ning Feng of the Martyr Sect, who he thought was his competitor, was defeated by Lu Chen as soon as he appeared on the stage. He was unwilling to let his beautiful ideal fall into Lu Chen's hands.

Originally, he wanted to kill Lu Chen to avenge the martial arts arrogance of the sect and the great elder Ganxi.

Unexpectedly, he couldn't kill Lu Chen, and was almost slashed back by Lu Chen. In order to save his life, he rolled off the ring in embarrassment, losing all face.

His performance today was very poor, how could the big powers in Central Continent value him?

"This time there are three big forces coming from Central Continent, you still have a chance!"

Patriarch Cangyu glanced up at the sky, and said again, "No matter how bad it is, you have to join a small power. You are already old and have no time to wait."

"Master, you are a saint, and those above are also saints, so why can't you go up and intercede for the apprentice in front of the person in charge of the big power?"

He Shen asked.

"The saints in Central Continent are arrogant and look down on the saints in the region, so they generally don't buy it as teachers."

Patriarch Cangyu shook his head, and said again, "What's more, the saints above are all higher than the teacher, and the teacher is a dwarf in front of them, and it's useless to go up and intercede. I will pay attention to it as a teacher."

"So, I can only wait?"

and Shen asked.

"That's the only way!"

Patriarch Cangyu said helplessly.

"Lu Chensheng!"

The referee announced that the game was over.

"Lu Chen of Xuantian Taoist Sect is indeed the son of Tianjiao, with boundless combat power!"

"Sure enough, when Lu Chen cut things, he relied on his strength, not the advantage of the minefield!"

"Lu Chen was able to kill Venerable Qingtian, did he reach the combat power of the Venerable Golden Body?"

"That's not necessarily the case. Lu Chen's combat power is abnormal, but he hasn't reached the level of a golden venerable!"

"There is a gap between Venerable Golden Body and Venerable Qingtian, and ten Venerable Qingtian is no match for Venerable Golden Body. That is incomparable."

"Although Lu Chen has not reached the level of combat power of the Golden Body Venerable, he can barely take a few moves from the Golden Body Venerable?"

"Should be able to take the five moves of the general golden body venerable!"

"No, I think I can take ten tricks!"

There was a burst of cheers from the crowd at the scene, and they talked like this one after another, and they had already compared Lu Chen with the golden venerable.

Among the clouds, the saints were silent, and there was no discussion.

Because He Shen, whom they were optimistic about, was defeated so badly that he even lost his face, but rolled off the ring, which made them feel like they were being slapped in the face.

And that Lu Chen, whom they regarded as dead, actually defeated He Shen with a single blow, and almost beheaded He Shen to death. This kind of fighting power made them unexpected.

Lu Chen left a deep impression on them, and Lu Chen also registered in their hearts, but they still didn't extend an olive branch to Lu Chen, but said that, wanting to see Lu Chen's follow-up performance.

Lu Chen carried a long knife and walked down the ring depressedly, completely ignoring the discussions of the people around him.

Regardless of his identity and face, He Shen even rolled off the ring to save his life. He would be a ghost if he could be happy.

This is the best chance to behead and Shen. After going to Central Continent with Shen, there will be no chance.

Just because of He Shen's realm, big forces may not necessarily admit him, but those small forces must be flocking to him.

"Xuantian disciple Lu Chen, you played well, you will be my main competitor!"

Suddenly, in the crowd, someone spoke like this.

Lu Chen looked up, and it turned out that Ning Feng was talking to him.

Moreover, Ning Feng didn't have the arrogance of a strong man, he only had a serious face and stared at him closely.

Ning Feng is the young ancestor of the martyrs and also the strongest disciple of the martyrs, but when Lu Chen thought about the ancestors of the martyrs and the grand suzerain of the martyrs, he felt a little upset.

It's fine for the ancestors to fool him, it's not because they want to kill him.

But that martyr's patriarch is much more insidious, he just wants him to die!

Therefore, when he looked at Ning Feng, it was not pleasing to his eyes.