"Brother Zhong, come on, Lian Shenshan is a rare opportunity!"
Pang Baodu sent out messages of encouragement.
Zhong Yan took a step forward, flashed into the divine realm, stood in mid-air, put his hands behind his back and looked stern, full of force, and spoke calmly.
"Loose cultivator in the Eastern Region, Zhong Aotian, fourth level of Jindan, in an ancient town environment."
He didn't give up his hand either. It could be described as rude and extremely arrogant.
For a moment, discussions broke out outside the divine realm.
"Is he Zhong Aotian?"
"It's not as ugly as the legend says."
"A man relies on his clothes and a horse relies on his saddle, and he looks good in his appearance."
"It's really arrogant!"
"But I don't know how strong I am, I can't even get through the first level."
"It must have some strength, otherwise it wouldn't be just sensationalizing and just adding to the jokes."
"A spiritual stone, I bet it won't last thirty rounds in Jiang Haochen's hands."
"I'll increase the amount, one hundred dollars, ten rounds!"
"If he succeeds in the challenge, won't Fairy Linglong have to run away overnight?"
"..."
Jiang Zhiyu suppressed a smile and screamed secretly: Okay, the momentum is arrogant enough! Very discerning!
However, she noticed that Zhong Yan did not say "want to marry Fairy Linglong" like other challenges.
Jiang Linglong also noticed it and frowned, knowing that Jiang Zhiyu was plotting against her, but for a moment she couldn't figure out the key.
In the divine realm.
In a flash before Zhong Yan's eyes, the lush forest around him suddenly turned into an ancient town with numerous attic and stone palaces.
When you are in it, you feel deeper than outside. This 'divine realm' seems to be a world of its own, extremely real.
A figure flew in, and a middle-aged man in white on the fourth level of the Golden Core stood thirty feet away.
Zhong Yan was rude before, but he represented the Jiang family in the battle, but he would not lose his etiquette in public. Just to use this as a contrast, he handed over his hands with a kind face, and when he was about to speak, he heard a faint voice coming from the other side.
"You are too weak, just let Jiang Haochen do it."
"..." The middle-aged man in white was choked and his smile froze.
The monks watching the battle outside heard it clearly, and were immediately speechless, with frequent discussions.
"This is so damn arrogant!"
"Infinitely crazy!"
"Don't take the Jiang family seriously!"
"Have personality."
A young member of the Jiang family shouted: "Ma De, why do you feel like that face deserves a beating? I really want to hit him!"
However, Jiang Zhiyu couldn't hide the curvature of his mouth. There was a little 'Zhiyu' in his body that danced with excitement and shouted: "It's fun!" Just like that, you are worthy of being my escort and follower, Jiang Zhiyu!
"Hmph!" With a cold snort, the man in white swayed, transformed into a rainbow, and thundered.
Zhong Yan's face was calm and he stood still. When the opponent shot within three feet and the magical attack went straight to the front door, he raised his hand and waved forward.
At the fourth level of the Golden Core, even the Jiang family were as weak as children in front of him.
Bang ~ a simple blow, the last hit comes first.
The man in white flew upside down like a meteor, knocked out of the divine realm, fell to the ground, and turned several somersaults before getting up, his face turning red and white.
"..."
The originally noisy venue suddenly became audible, and then another series of discussions broke out.
"Hiss~"
"Wori!"
"Under the same circumstances, casual cultivators can win so easily against the Jiang clan's disciples!"
"I'm just telling you, if you dare to speak so wildly, how come you don't have any ability?"
"He must be a genius-level figure!"
"The third game is interesting."
"..."
Jiang Linglong frowned and glanced at Jiang Zhiyu. The latter had a certain understanding of Zhong Yan's combat power, but he was not surprised at all and looked as usual.
This made Jiang Linglong's doubtful thoughts return to 'marrying this mediocre casual cultivator'.
The many monks who were originally just watching the fun became more interested and stared at the divine realm one by one.
second round.
An old man in black robes with a seventh-level golden elixir ducked in and flew in. Without saying a word, he raised his hand and burst out with energy, making a rumbling sound.
I saw pieces of bluestone flying from the ground, flying everywhere, surging and rolling, as if some ferocious beast was moving underground, connecting in a line.
In an instant, dragons roared.
The two earth-yellow divine dragons spun into the sky and moved away. Wherever they passed, flying sand and rocks swept away and gathered together. Like snowballs, they grew bigger and bigger, winding up to the sky until they covered most of the space of the divine realm, with the force of the wind blowing through the remaining clouds. It engulfed the tiny Zhong Yan with frightening power.
Zhong Yan remained as still as a mountain, the clouds were calm and the wind was gentle.
"This is too much." Someone whispered.
"Roar~" Shenlong roared, raised its head and roared, swallowing Zhong Yan in one bite.
"Is this gone?"
The monks stared intently, and of course they would not think that Zhong Yan was so complete.
really.
next moment.
I saw a flash of light in the sky, the void cracked, and Zhong Yan, who had been swallowed by the dragon, suddenly appeared behind the old man and made a seal forward.
The black-robed old man couldn't dodge, and with a groan, he fell upside down and fell out of the divine realm like the young man in the first level. He scraped the ground and retreated for more than ten meters before regaining his balance.
However, his throat felt sweet, and he managed to hold back from vomiting blood. Then he heard Zhong Yan say "nothing more than that" in his ears, and his breathing suddenly stagnated, and blood spilled out of the corner of his mouth uncontrollably.
"It's so fast!"
"How did he move sideways?"
"It should be a space secret technique!"
"The fourth level of the golden elixir and the third level can easily defeat the late stage of the golden elixir in less than one round!"
"If it's a life and death fight, wouldn't it be an instant kill?"
"This person is not simple, his qualifications are absolutely extraordinary!"
"You'll know in a minute."
"Crazy is crazy, but others have the capital to be arrogant."
"It's not in vain, the third level will definitely be a fight between the dragon and the tiger."
"Zhong Aotian, it seems he is not on the potential list?"
"Do you think it's possible for him to win against Jiang Haochen?"
"How is that possible? This is far from it. He is only at the fourth level of the Golden Core. Not to mention the barrier of the Nascent Soul Realm, he needs at least six extreme thresholds to reach the perfect level of the Golden Core!"
"..."
Among the crowd, Taoist Duobao had a fat face and was full of joy. He smiled so hard that his eyes turned into slits, but he had some expectations of Zhong Yan's fighting power.
Jiang Zhiyu smiled lightly and sent another message to Jiang Haochen, with a threatening tone: "Remember, nephew, you must lose!"
"..." Jiang Haochen didn't know what to say. In the presence of a large crowd, many of the spectators were in the Nascent Soul stage. How could they not see the clues?
What's more, if he loses to a casual cultivator, not only will his family lose face, but he, who has always pursued invincibility, is not willing to do so.
As for Zhong Yan's current combat prowess, he was only slightly surprised, and he didn't have much trouble in his heart.
Since the recruitment of relatives to fight, most of the young and powerful people gathered from the five major regions who succeeded in the challenge were able to achieve this level in the first two levels.
The only difference is that this 'Zhong Aotian' is a casual cultivator.
After a moment of silence, he sent a message and said with a wry smile: "Sister-in-law, it's no problem for him to support me for fifty rounds. But if he passes, what does it mean if he loses to him?"
Jiang Zhiyu glared over: "Okay, if you don't listen to me anymore, I'll ask the ancestor to punish you in seclusion! One hundred years!"
Jiang Haochen's mouth twitched.
Not far away, Jiang Linglong pursed her lips tightly and began to feel nervous.
This casual cultivator named Zhong Aotian actually broke out with such fighting power. If Jiang Haochen let go again, wouldn't he be married?
I don’t want it!
To her, being ordinary is ugly.
Her beauty is widely spread in the Eastern Region, and she ranks fourth in the list of immortals in Zhongzhou. There are countless talents to pursue, so you can choose from them!
The thought of having a ceremony with such an unattractive man as a Taoist couple under the spotlight of everyone, and having the other person press him down and gnaw at him...
She trembled and felt a chill in her heart. She couldn't accept it at all.
"This is not going to make Jiang Zhiyu laugh to death!"
Thinking of this, Jiang Linglong hurriedly sent a message to the maid next to her, asking her to report to the elder in charge of the fight to ensure the fairness of the fight.
"You can rest for an hour. There will be two more challenges later."
Seeing that Zhong Yan had played two games and was still in the divine realm, the old man on the Taoist platform gave a reminder.
Zhong Yan's face was expressionless, and his eyes moved to look at Jiang Haochen's position outside.
"No, I'm in a hurry."
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