Jun Wudi watched Master Jun come back dejectedly, waving his hands to signal for the field to continue.
"Xiao Lu'er, I lost."
Mr. Jun slowly returned to the round table, sat on the chair and said with some regret: "I am too impatient, and I have to rely on you next."
Jun Wudi stood up and patted Mr. Jun on the back: "When fighting, your mind must be calm. You must pay attention to this next time. In the end, the battle will depend on who can keep calm."
"I know, uncle."
Mr. Jun grabbed the wine bottle on the table and drank the entire bottle.
Then he threw all the trophies he had won to Lu Chen: "Little Lu'er, you will be here soon. You must win back all the remaining trophies and avenge us."
"I will try my best to win the final battle."
Lu Chen took the one hundred and eight trophies, looked at the ring and said, "However, the strength on the field is getting stronger and stronger, and the people on the field now are close to the perfection of breath adjustment."
Lu Chen looked to the left side of the arena and closed his eyes slightly: "If I guessed correctly, there are still a few Qi-Depressing Realm people watching over there. Maybe their strength will be even higher."
"How is it possible that there is a Qi-lowering state? The people who came out this time must be in the breath-controlling state."
"It's right over there." Lu Chen pointed to the round table on the left side of the arena, where several people who had been sitting for hundreds of years were sitting.
"Um?"
Mr. Jun turned his head and looked at where Lu Chen was pointing: "That's... the second uncle's God-killing team? Why did they appear here?"
Lu Chen looked at Master Jun: "God-killing squad? What is that?"
Jun Wudi grabbed a bottle of wine, controlled his spiritual energy, and threw the bottle towards the God-killing team.
"The God-Slaying Team is my bodyguard that I started training when I was young. They are also half of my disciples. The oldest one is almost over 300 years old now."
"Their cultivation talents are much higher than ordinary people, and now they perform some tasks specifically for me."
Sensing Jun Wudi's momentum, the leading monk over there stood up, bowed respectfully to Jun Wudi, and then caught the wine bottle.
He poured out four small glasses, circulated his spiritual energy, and returned the wine glasses to Jun Wudi, before pouring a glass for each of the people around him.
Jun Wudi nodded and distributed the four glasses of wine to Lu Chen and others: "This time, they only came back with a few people. Then you can compete with them."
"Okay, Uncle Jun."
Lu Chen nodded, cupped his hands in the direction of the God-Slaying Team, picked up the wine glass and drank it all in one gulp.
…
While he was talking, dozens of battles had already taken place on the stage.
Wang Xiaolong relied on his super high movement speed and concealment to occupy a dominant position in the ring.
"boom……"
There was a loud noise, and a monk holding a giant hammer was knocked off the field by Wang Xiaolong.
Wang Xiaolong's figure appeared in the middle of the ring and said without looking back: "Who is next? Come up quickly."
Jun Wudi looked back at Lu Chen and slowly said, "Little Lu'er, it's your turn. Let these people see your strength."
"Yes, Uncle Jun." Lu Chen responded, slowly stood up and looked towards the ring.
"I come."
Lu Chen yelled towards the ring, and a majestic spiritual power gradually rose from Lu Chen's body.
"Huh? Is it him?"
Feeling the aura erupting from Lu Chen's body, everyone quickly turned around.
When Lu Chen came on stage, it meant that the main event was about to begin. These were all expected. Although they were a little surprised at Lu Chen's strength, everyone still moved out of the way.
"Lu Chen?"
Wang Xiaolong looked back at Lu Chen and took out the dagger from his pocket. His expression gradually became cautious. He did not dare to underestimate Lu Chen's fighting ability.
In the secret realm, he had personally seen Lu Chen fight against a spider crab. It could be said that in the same realm, Lu Chen was only stronger than him.
At the same time, he also knew very well the true meaning behind this battle.
The spiritual energy in Wang Xiaolong's body began to explode. He stared at Lu Chen and said, "Are we going to start? Come on then."
"who is he?"
Under the ring.
A tall monk seemed to not know Lu Chen yet, and kept asking people around him: "Why does he look more powerful than the second young master, and Brother Xiao Long seems to be very nervous."
"You don't know him?"
The monk next to him was surprised when he heard the tall man talking: "He is Lu Chen. Your information is really ill-informed."
The tall monk touched his head: "Weren't we sent out on missions a few days ago? We haven't seen him yet."
"Tell us what's going on." A group of people around the tall monk immediately gathered around, wanting to hear the whole story.
"He?"
"He is the first disciple that the Lord accepted - Lu Chen. He just got separated when he entered the secret realm and only came back recently."
A round-faced monk sat on a chair and began to answer the tall monk's words, but his eyes were fixed on Lu Chen, not wanting to miss any detail.
The tall monk looked at Lu Chen who had landed on the ring: "Huh? Your Excellency's disciple."
"His aura of strength has just entered the breath control realm. Doesn't it mean that inner disciples must be above the lowering of aura before they can become disciples of the elders?"
On the ring, Lu Chen was ready to fight. The fiery red spiritual energy on his body kept flashing, and his aura was as powerful as the fifth level of breath regulation. .
"No, his breath..."
The tall monk felt Lu Shen's aura and continued to speak: "He is only at the first level of Breath Adjustment Realm, how can he have such a strong aura."
"Brother Xiaolong, you seem to be a little scared." The tall monk pointed to the ring and said, "Brother Xiaolong, you have the ability to regulate your breath."
"Afraid?"
The round-faced monk who spoke turned around and glanced at Wang Xiaolong on the stage. He found that Wang Xiaolong had suppressed his cultivation to the first level of Breath Control Realm, and his body was very nervous.
Then he looked at Wang Xiaolong and snorted disdainfully, and said, "It's normal to be afraid."
"When Lu Chen was in the Breath Adjustment Realm before, he was able to force the second young master to use the Imperial Celestial Art. You can tell whether it is powerful or not. And..."
The round-faced monk slowly stopped, took a bite of food and drank a sip of wine.
"You can actually force the second young master to use such a move? And what? You should go on and say it."
The tall monk looked at the round-faced monk's leisurely look, quickly grabbed the wine bottle, and kept pouring wine for the round-faced monk.
"It's a pity that you didn't go to the secret realm."
The round-faced monk looked at the anxious expressions of the people around him, slowly drank the wine in his glass, and said, "The one who helped you kill the monster in the end was Lu Chen. You tell me whether it's powerful or not, and whether it's scary or not."
The tall monk quickly filled the wine glass and continued to ask: "I heard that the monster was almost dead at that time? I dare to fight him in this case."
"Haha, dying?"
The round-faced monk drank the wine in the flask in one breath and squatted on the stool with his legs raised.
Looking at the tall monk, he sneered: "When you are in the Breath Control Realm, are you willing to fight a monster from the Okita Realm head-on?"
"I..., it may be that he just has something to restrain the monster..."
The surrounding monks heard Yuan Lian's words and stammered back: "Pranayama Realm vs. Okita Realm? It's still head-on. There is no precedent for this."
"Haha, just watch out, Wang Xiaolong will definitely lose within a minute." The round-faced monk kicked away the wine bottle, stood on the table and looked towards the ring.
"Now the battle has just begun. Even if he can really fight against the monster, it will not be possible to complete the battle in one minute."
The tall monk still didn't believe in Lu Chen's strength. Seeing Wang Xiaolong disappear and looking at the ring, he shouted loudly: "At least, it's absolutely impossible now."
"Haha, what a childish idea."
The round-faced monk noticed the tall monk's movements and laughed disdainfully: "This may also be the most fundamental reason why you can only be a low-level monk forever."
"What do you mean? You know so much, but your strength is not that strong." The tall man heard the round-faced monk's ridicule and shot back.
The round-faced monk noticed Lu Chen's slight smile and said to the tall monk: "Look, it was one minute just now. If I can't see the five numbers now, Wang Xiaolong will lose."
…
In the middle of the arena.
Lu Chen looked at the upper left corner of the arena and smiled. Ten tentacles of the Green Emperor Sacred Tree appeared from the palm of his hand: "You are going to lose."
"Want to blow me up?"
Wang Xiaolong looked at Lu Shen's actions, his lips moved disdainfully, and continued to sleep: "It seems that I have overthought it. Although my momentum is very strong, my combat experience is still far behind."
"I don't want to blow you up, I just want to throw you down." Lu Chen's lips moved but he didn't make a sound. All this fell into Wang Xiaolong's eyes like a bolt from the blue, and his actions immediately revealed his flaws.
"No way, it must still be blowing me up."
Wang Xiaolong's many years of combat experience made him calm down instantly. Wang Xiaolong quickly adjusted his mentality and jumped in another direction.
"You are indeed very strong, but you are going in the wrong direction." Lu Chen shouted softly, quickly rolled the Green Emperor Sacred Tree in his hand, and spoke in the void.
"Still blowing me up?"
Wang Xiaolong ignored Lu Chen's movements and completely covered his body.
But before Wang Xiaolong landed this time, he found that the bricks on the ground turned into a vine net, and the other side of the net was held in Lu Chen's hand.
"How is that possible? How can you see my movement trajectory?" Wang Xiaolong appeared in mid-air, threw the dagger towards Lu Shen, and twisted his body with difficulty.
Lu Chen stretched out his hand, and a barrier of the Green Emperor Sacred Tree appeared in front of him, blocking the dagger attack: "You are too late."
"Green Emperor Sacred Tree: Entangling."
The vine net on the ground expanded dozens of times in an instant, directly surrounding it upwards. Before Wang Xiaolong could change his movements again, he was instantly wrapped in a vine net.
"This is impossible."
The tall monk saw Wang Xiaolong being caught by Lu Chen and his eyes widened: "Brother Xiaolong was defeated."
"Haha, it was just three seconds, and I said it for two more seconds."
The round-faced monk glanced at the stunned team beside him, jumped off the table and left: "Next is Lu Chen's special performance. Being invincible at the same level is not just a matter of talk."
