blogombal Chapter 409
Chapter 409
Huang Yan was reminded, and
he also remembered the young man with ragged clothes but handsome appearance.
He immediately shook his head with disdain and said:
"Father, it's just the same name and surname. How can that kid be the first in the empire after practicing for a few months?"
"Even if the Tianjiao of the Canglong Empire is useless, he can't be defeated by a village kid who has practiced for a few months."
The fourth priest frowned, feeling that something was wrong.
"The surname Luo is rare, this is a bit too much of a coincidence, that kid just happens to be from the Canglong Empire."
"But I left a bottle of poison for that kid, so he should have died a long time ago, how could he survive?"
Huang Yan said arrogantly: "Why bother about a name, no matter who he is, I will suppress him with all my strength in the competition."
"If anyone disobeys, just beat him up."
"It's the nine-tailed fox who injured me half to death for no reason. When I have cultivated successfully, I will settle accounts with her sooner or later and skin her alive."
"Something is wrong!" The fourth priest was thoughtful. Suddenly, he had a bold guess:
"Huang'er, do you think that the nine-tailed sky fox is here for that kid?"
Huang Yan's red-gold pupils showed a look of brilliance as if he was looking at a fool: "Father, do you think that the dignified fox demon emperor would risk his life to trouble you, a temple priest, for a newly awakened human? Are you going to die?"
"That's true, maybe I'm too cautious."
The fourth priest also thought it was impossible, after all, there was no way that the nine-tailed demon emperor and the mountain village youth could be together.
"I'll send someone to investigate Luo Fanchen. If it's the mountain village youth, he must have had some adventures, so he must not be allowed to stay."
At that time, he actually thought that the boy was worth training, but he didn't want to waste resources to train an opponent for his son.
One Huang Yan is enough for the temple.
As for the saint Bai Yingyue, she was already in his plan, and the Taiyin Youying martial spirit was also designed to be left to his precious son.
Huang Yan's red-gold pupils showed disdain, and he said dissatisfiedly: "Why do you always delve into these conspiracies? You don't know that one force can break all laws."
"As long as I am strong enough, I can naturally sweep away all the demons and monsters."
"Defeat all enemies in an upright manner, this is what this saint wants in his life."
"You, you are so good if you are as smooth as your father."
The fourth priest shook his head and sighed, but he couldn't persuade him, after all, his son was really invincible.
Except for the rare female gun god of Shenxiao Sect, he really didn't think anyone else could cause obstacles to Huang Yan.
And Huang Yan is only 18 years old now, which is the youngest contestant, which is shocking enough.
The fourth priest asked, "By the way, your father wants you to pursue the saint Bai Yingyue, have you gone?"
Huang Yan frowned and said with disgust, "Why are you looking for that blind woman?"
"I am invincible by myself, without the help of other people's martial spirits. Don't use your status as a priest to calculate a younger woman, it's cheap."
"What I want, I will conquer with my strength."
The fourth priest was so angry that he blew his beard and glared, "Isn't it for your own good?"
"Do you know how much the Taiyin Youying martial spirit will increase your Dayzhu Zhao? The sun and the moon are combined, and the world is invincible."
"Heh." Huang Yan shook his head, "Take your time to think about it, I'm going to practice."
"Ah!!"
The fourth priest was furious and tore the information to pieces.
"Luo Fanchen, you'd better not be that wild boy from the mountain village, otherwise you will die soon if you don't die that day."
Shenhuang Empire, Wutong Emperor Book Pavilion
The generals of the Feng and Huang clans, the iron-blooded Feng Shatian, and the red-haired Huang Mengmeng wearing crimson crystal armor, all came here to pay homage.
The two generals knelt on one knee at the lower position.
A red gauze curtain was set up at the upper position.
Behind it, a peerless figure loomed, her true appearance was not revealed, and she exuded a terrifying aura, and a strong fire attribute aura overflowed, making the whole study extremely hot.
The loud voice of the empress, like the cry of a phoenix, sounded.
"According to what you two said, the senior in the Disabled Elders' Hospital said that as long as the Feng and Huang family's geniuses defeat the young man named Luo Fanchen in the World Championship, they can obtain his inheritance?"
Female General Huang Mengmeng nodded and responded: "Yes, I don't know what the senior's purpose is."
Feng Shatian bared his teeth and said dissatisfiedly: "The senior seems to be confused."
"It's hard to say whether that kid can qualify for the World Championship."
"Can a mere Soul Master get into the top ten of the empire? You're kidding."
Feng Shatian shook his head, "I think the senior just doesn't want to hand over the inheritance."
"Heh."
A clear sneer came from the curtain, and two fiery red letters flew out and floated in front of the two generals.
Feng Shatian and the others looked at it, and their expressions changed, becoming extremely exciting.
"Luo Fanchen! Wu Zhuangyuan? ? ? "
Feng Shatian looked up, his proud and iron-blooded face was full of disbelief.
He even rubbed his eyes, wondering if he had seen it wrong.
"Hun Zun, you got first place?"
"Feng Shatian, I didn't expect you to be slapped in the face so quickly, didn't you say that he was not good enough?"
"Didn't you say that the senior was plotting against you?"
While Huang Mengmeng was mocking the other party, she also felt very incredible.
"Your Majesty, is the information true?"
A cold, serious and majestic voice came from the curtain:
"Pass on this emperor's oral order, inform Xiao Fengxian and Huang Ning'er, be sure to be careful when fighting this person in the competition."
"How can someone who is valued by that senior be an ordinary person! "
Feng Shatian hadn't recovered from the shock yet and wanted to confirm a few more words, but Huang Mengmeng turned around and left boldly.
In the Shenxiao Sect, the meeting hall was brightly lit.
The Sect Master Yang Tingjun, as well as the five elders of the Yang family and a group of top geniuses were all here.
A handsome young man was tied upside down on the beam with a rope,
swinging like a swing. Yang Tingjun held the whip and made sparks and lightning, whipping him wildly, full of anger.
"Dad, stop hitting me, I'm your own son! !"
"If you hit me again, there will be no descendants."
Yang Tingjun said angrily: "If you beat me to death, I'll have another one!"
Yang Jinghong's skin was torn, but his mouth was still as hard as iron:
"No, you can't! I happened to pass by your window last time, and I heard from my mother that you couldn't breathe for three breaths."
"Okay, we had a celebration party and drank, and you peed in it, and now you're spreading rumors again? The crime is even more serious."
"Boy's urine is good for health. I just want to give you old men... no, old seniors a boost in health."
As soon as these words came out, the five elders looked like they were vomiting, and the red-faced Fourth Master Yang picked up a bench and swung it over.
"I'll beat you to death, you little beast! !"
Frightened, Yang Tingjun didn't dare to hit his son, and hurried to stop the red-eyed Fourth Master Yang.
Yang Jinghong blinked his eyes, and even though his mouth was swollen like a sausage, he still didn't forget to provoke: "Fourth Master, guess why my father is afraid that you will beat me to death! !"
"Asshole!"
"Rebellious son! ! "
Yang Tingjun regretted not throwing this evil creature against the wall. How could he spread rumors that his father was impotent? What a sin.
The group of geniuses did not dare to speak. They looked at the young woman in front of them with admiration and awe. The weak and sickly gentle woman in the moon-white cloak, with a pair of elegant eyes, quietly watched Yang Jinghong being beaten.
She was the first martial arts champion of the Shenhuang Empire, the female gun god: Yang Xiruo.
Suddenly, the spy came to report.
"Master, the ranking of the Canglong Empire has also been announced."
Yang Tingjun and the elders attached great importance to it:
"Bring it here!"
Yang Jinghong snorted: "No need to look, my brother-in-law is invincible in the world. If he doesn't win two championships, it doesn't meet my brother-in-law's status."
"Shut up, rebellious son!"
"Pah! "
He screamed with a whip.
After the clan leader and the elders saw the ranking in the intelligence, they all quieted down and looked surprised.
They all turned their heads and looked at Yang Jinghong strangely.
Yang Tingjun asked: "That boy is called Luo Fanchen, right? Didn't you say he was just a Soul Master?"
"Hahaha, you look so ignorant."
Yang Jinghong, whose skin was torn, laughed loudly: "Why, Soul Master can't take the first place?"
In more than ten years, Yang Tingjun saw his unfilial son who was born with a rebellious nature so superstitious about one person.
"How do you know he must be the first?"
"Tsk, you look down on my brother-in-law? What's the point of being the first in the empire? My sister would be beaten up by him! !"
"Kang! "
The spear was full of light and purple electricity was flowing.
Everyone looked at the weak and sickly young girl, and saw that the weak girl had a spear in her hand.
"Brother, what did you say just now?"
"Ahem."
Yang Jinghong, who would rather die than surrender, was almost scared to pee, and his face turned pale: "Sister, put down the gun first, let's talk about our true feelings."