Chapter 992

For a moment, the audience was dead.

There was a big wave in everyone's heart.

"He He has crushed the hands of a great man

"Master Zhuang is the existence of jindanba, the highest cultivation of Shenhuo and the highest level of dream making. If he can't get rid of the dream, he can't do it. How did he get out of the dream?"

"There is a big gap between the little white face on January 14 and Master Zhuang, but he broke Master Zhuang's dream and crushed Master Zhuang's hands. Is he really a famous waste in the world?"

"I robbed Jindan Qi in summer time. In the later period of Shenhuo, I had no ability to fight back against Master Zhuang's dream making skills. Although he was better than me, he was not confused by the dream. Did he reach the level of the peak of Shenhuo?"

"The king of Wei, even if he is a real dragon, has emerged out of the control of his divine power and consciousness in the face of such dream making techniques, but he has no influence at all. What kind of blood is he?"

"The Dean can not only fight in my dream, but also be immune to master's supreme dream. How did he do it? The Dean told me that everyone can break the truth and become a new master of truth. Has the Dean himself mastered the power of some truth? "

"This Zhuang shisan is extremely powerful, which can be called an unparalleled one. The three sages in my long life must not be his opponent. Finally, he died in his dream. But the Dean easily resolved everything. Is this really the strength a 20-year-old should have?"

"Do everything and do what others can't. this is God. It's not an empty word that people call the heaven academy the God of heaven."

"Isn't that Zhuang shisan known as the most powerful? He was fucked up by my son? Xiaolan, our son is very good. "

"I asked Zhao Feiyan that he was not weaker than others. When I was in the Forbidden City, there was not a big gap between me and him. I could fight. But I didn't expect that the distance between us would not be shortened, but become larger. I'm Zhao Feiyan Can I catch up with him and surpass him in my life? "

……

All sorts of shocking thoughts flashed in the minds of those present.

Even many people who know that Jun Chen is the dean of the heaven academy have been afraid and awed. Even Qin Xiaomeng, Zhao Feiyan, Jun Tianba and others have begun to doubt life because of the extreme shock.

"Is he really a God?"

Murong Qing knelt on the ground. In her dream, she was most affected. Her divine sense and magic power were eclipsed. Now she is a strong crossbow tree, and her peak combat power is no more than one. Coupled with the particularity of eclosion, she needs at least a week to recover.

In her heart, Master Zhuang is invincible.

However, it is such an invincible peerless strong man that his wrist is crushed by a little man.

She couldn't find a second explanation for this little man except being a God.

Hilltop manor.

Ye feiye is also stunned.

"He is nothing but the cultivation of Wuba six peak in the later period of Shenhuo. Facing the peak of Shenhuo and crossing jindanba, he defeated the other party calmly and calmly He is so strong, is he really my husband? "

Ye Fei ye also doubts life.

She believes she can beat Zhuang shisan.

But that's at least a hundred rounds later.

But my husband did more in a round, understatement, incredibly powerful.

At this time, Jun Chen said faintly: "Zhuang shisan, I gently pinched it and broke your hand. Your hand disease seems to be serious. I'm afraid it can't be cured. You'd better ask for another expert."

"Poof! ——”

after hearing the speech, Master Zhuang gushed out a mouthful of blood, then whirled around, reeled, and fell to the ground. No one knew what happened.

However, Qin Xiaomeng knows that once the master's dream butterfly is interrupted, it will eat back on itself. At the moment, the spirit's mind is in a state of chaos. The blood is not caused by physical injury, but is extremely oppressed and depressed. Therefore, she is breathed out of the internal injury.

Master was really defeated.

Zhuang shisan slowly got up, gritted his teeth and forced to lift up a spirit. He was staring at Jun Chen, and said powerlessly: "why Why Why can you break my dream butterfly

"You must be carrying a foreign treasure!"

Jun Chen said faintly: "you can say whatever you want. The annual meeting of Fenghuang mountain will start immediately. If you want to drink toast, you can have it. If you want to drink wine, you can choose it by yourself."

Zhuang Shian narrowed his eyes and sat back to his position. He began to heal his wounds. His face was gray and angry, but he didn't speak any more.

Listening to their conversation, the young generation of families, who had been very nervous, breathed a sigh of relief.

Xiao Yushan said to the younger generation of friends with disdain on his face:

"the strength of this little white face is not weak. It should be around wuba5. Although it is not as good as the saint, his physical power is not weak. In addition, the physical body of the Qi refining friars is far less than that of the powerful Wuba. In theory, when crossing the jindanba without fortification, he can easily be killed by Wuba's May 1 fist. ""So, brothers and sisters, don't be too shocked. The boy stole Master Zhuang's surprise only by borrowing foreign treasures. It's not the embodiment of real strength. His real strength should be inferior to ours."

Hearing this, other young people nodded: "I'll tell you, he's only 20 years old. How can even Master Zhuang beat him? It turns out that he's using the advantage of treasure to attack Master Zhuang."

"No wonder, I said how can I defeat Master Zhuang at this age."

"If you beat Master Zhuang with real strength at this age, you will be the best in the world for the younger generation. Is that a good match? He is called a little white face, which is also a false name

"It's disgraceful of the saint's husband to use despicable means to attack a peerless strongman."

At this time, the summer said coldly: "you don't want to ask for trouble, just shut up."

Although Xiao Yushan revered the identity of summer, he still threw out a sentence: "brother Xia, justice is in the heart."

At this time, the king of Wei stood up and said slowly, "Jun Chen, the guests have almost come. Don't waste time. Let the saint come out to preside over the annual meeting and start the annual meeting immediately."

Jun Chen sat down on the first seat of the rostrum, and slowly tidied up his pajamas. He said slowly: "everyone, my child's mother went to bed a little late last night. It's too cold today. It's estimated that she hasn't got up yet."

"Therefore, I will preside over the annual meeting of Phoenix Mountain."

King Wei said in a deep voice, "you boy, are you going to preside over the annual meeting? If you're dressed in pajamas, flip flops and slouching around, don't come out in disgrace. You're humiliating the Phoenix Mountain and the saint. "

"You're not ashamed. I'm embarrassed, you know?"

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