Suddenly, a bright red mark appeared on Wen Cheng's face.
However, Jian Chen didn't feel relieved, he ignored Wen Cheng's gaze that seemed to eat people, and slapped Wen Cheng on the other side of the face again.
The next scene stunned everyone around the arena, seeing that Jian Chen was determined to humiliate Wen Cheng, he slapped Wen Cheng with a left slap, another slap, and slapped Wen Cheng one after another. His face was flushed and swollen.
In the end, Jian Chen's palm was covered with a layer of milky white light, and with one heavy hand, Wen Cheng was blown away, and he fell directly under the ring.
The matter has come to this point, the battle between the one-color Yuandan and the three-color Yuandan has been divided, but the result is beyond everyone's expectations, making the audience silent.
"Changyang, you are very good, I remember you." After a while, Gong Gongxin first broke the peace, he said to Jian Chen expressionlessly, then turned around and left.
"Oh my God, did I read it wrong, this is not true, this is absolutely not true, the Holy Master of Light who cultivated with three-color Yuandan was actually defeated by the Holy Master of Light with one-color Yuandan."
"It's so unbelievable, I can't believe this scene is real"
"This Changyang is going to go against the sky."
It was only then that a loud exclamation broke out in the square. Many Saint Masters of Light were either emotionally excited, or exclaimed with a look of shock on their faces.
Everyone's eyes converged on Jian Chen standing in the center of the ring, the white robe stained with blood, showing the color of worship.
"The younger brother won, the younger brother won, and the younger brother actually defeated Wencheng." Bai Yu, who was also standing under the ring, was stunned. She really had a hard time accepting all of this. It was hard to believe that this scene was real.
Jian Chen stood on the ring, covering the wound on his chest with one hand. Although his blood of chaos had been leaked out, the powerful power contained in the blood of chaos had already been hidden by him, making this chaos The blood became no different from ordinary blood.
He glanced at the group of bright saints who were exclaiming around the square, and his expression was calm.
"Changyang!" At this moment, the peak master of Wangtian Peak opened his mouth. His tone was very flat, but it spread throughout the square, suppressing the exclamations of many Guangming Saint Masters.
Suddenly, the originally noisy square became quiet in an instant.
"Changyang has seen the peak master!" Jian Chen, who was standing on the ring, clasped his fist at the peak master of Wangtian Peak at the right time. Although the robe on his body was no longer neat, the blood-stained color did not damage his temperament. , but added a bit of a strange demeanor.
"Changyang, you are the most powerful Saint Master of Light among all the one-color primordial pills I have ever seen. With the cultivation of one-color primordial pills, you have defeated the three-color primordial pills. I am extremely shocked." Wang Tianfeng said with a smile, then flipped his hand, took out a purple lotus seed no more than the size of a thumb from the space ring, and said to Jian Chen: "This Qianye purple lotus, to the five-color yuan For the holy war celestial masters below Dan, they have huge benefits, which can greatly improve their strength. Now, I will give you this Qianye Zilian as a reward for you. I hope you will soon understand the holy war law. Become a holy war master."
While speaking, the Qianye Zilian in the hands of the Wangtian Peak Peak Master was also wrapped in a mass of bright holy energy and slowly flew to Jian Chen.
"Thank you Peak Master!" Jian Chen was not hypocritical. After thanking him, he accepted the Qianye Purple Lotus under the envious gazes of many Saint Masters of Light.
Next, after the peak master of Wangtian Peak said a few scenes, he left here.
"Changyang, I wonder if you are willing to exchange the Qianye Zilian in your hand with me. Of course, I will definitely not let you suffer." At this time, the nine-star genius Xin Bing came to Jian Chen, with a gentle smile on his face.
Jian Chen looked at the Qianye Zilian in his hand. Although the grade of this Qianye Zilian was not high, it was of great use to Saint Master Guangming. He immediately rejected Xin Bing's exchange proposal.
"This Qianye Zilian is not very useful to Junior Brother Changyang. If Junior Brother Changyang is willing to exchange it for me, I am willing to give Qianye Zilian ten times the value of heaven and earth treasure. Junior Brother Changyang, think about it carefully, wait until you think. When it's done, come find me again." After speaking, Xin Bing left here.
"Bailong, the battle image of Changyang and Wencheng has been completely recorded." On the top of Wangtian Peak, the peak master of Wangtian Peak stood in the white as jade palace and said to a black-clothed deacon behind him.
"It has been recorded. All the battle images that happened in each arena are completely recorded." Bai Long said respectfully.
"Okay, you can send this battle image to the temple and let the elders take a look. This Changyang is also an extremely talented genius, and our Guangming Temple should be vigorously cultivated, but this matter still needs to be Those elders make the decision." Wang Tianfeng said.
"Yes, Peak Master!"
In Wangtianfeng Square, Jian Chen had already stepped down from the arena. Wherever he passed, the Guangming Saint Masters gathered around the arena consciously gave way.
"Little Junior Sister, let's go back." Jian Chen went straight to Bai Yu and said to Bai Yu.
"Oh!" At this time, Bai Yu's spirit was still in a trance state. She glanced at Wen Cheng lying on the ground and passed out, and followed Jian Chen blankly.
At the same time, Bai Long, the black-clothed deacon, also left Wangtian Peak with the spar that recorded the battle image, and flew to the temple standing above the clouds.
"Stop here!"
The defense in the temple was extremely dense. As soon as Bai Long set foot on the temple, he was stopped by two middle-aged men in purple robes.
Bai Long knew that these people in purple robes were the guardians of the temple. No matter their status, status or strength, they were much higher than the black-clothed deacons. He immediately bowed slightly and said, "Wait down at the Tianfeng Peak. Deacon, on the order of the Peak Master, give this thing to the respected elders!"
"Just leave it to us, you go!" a purple-robed guard said expressionlessly.
Hearing this, Bai Long looked hesitant, but after hesitating for a moment, he finally gave the spar in his hand to a purple-robed guard and left the temple.
And these two purple-robed guards walked straight towards the temple with the spar that recorded the images of Jian Chen's battle in the arena.
"You two, stop for me." At this moment, a soft shout came from the side, and I saw Gong Gongxin walking slowly with his hands on his back.
Seeing the justice, the two purple-robed guards clasped their fists together and saluted. In the Temple of Light, Fairy Xin is not only a nine-star genius, but also a disciple of the elders, with a high status that these guards cannot match.
"What did that deacon give you just now?" Justice Xin asked arrogantly with his head held high.
"It's a spar, let's hand it over to the elder." A purple-robed guard replied.
Hearing this, Fairy Shin's eyes flashed coldly, and he said, "My teacher is one of the elders of the temple. I'm just going to see the teacher. Give me that spar, and I'll bring it there for you."
The two purple-robed guards looked at each other, and they didn't dare to disobey the fair newcomer who was very likely to become the holy son, so they had to hand over the spar to the fair novices.
Gong Gongxin took the spar and left, then stopped in a remote place, looking at the spar in his hand that recorded Jian Chen's battle image, with a sneer on his face, he grasped the spar, and immediately turned the spar Kneaded into powder.
PS: This is the third chapter, and the fourth chapter, but the fourth chapter is very late, please don't wait at night. (To be continued)