Wen Cheng sneered, he stared at Jian Chen with a mocking expression, and said, "I was still very puzzled in the ring that day, and I don't understand why the new young master just let me lose to you, the only one-colored Yuan Dan Xiu. It was in the hands of the Holy Master Guangming, but now, I finally understand that it was you who secretly begged the fair new young master to help you. The purpose is to make your Changyang famous in the Guangming Temple, so as to satisfy you. Your vanity, and as a thank you, you will present Chiba Zilian after the victory to the new young master of justice."
"It's just Changyang, I never thought that you are such a person. Because of the fair new young master, I deliberately lost to you in the arena, so that you can win the final victory, but the Qianye Zilian you got after winning, but I just want to swallow it myself, and I won't fulfill the promise between you and the fair new young master at all."
"Changyang, a despicable villain like you, how much face do you have to continue to exist in the Temple of Light."
After speaking, Wen Cheng's tone became severe, but in his heart, he felt the pleasure of revenge.
All of this has been negotiated between him and the fair new for a long time. In order to get the Chiba Purple Lotus, the fair new has almost reached the point of being able to make a breakthrough in the next time. .
As for Wen Cheng, he lost to Jian Chen in the ring that day. This was always regarded by him as an indescribable humiliation. These days, he once fell into a frenzy and had no face to go out to meet the world. Therefore, when the justice newly sent someone to find him and stated the purpose, Wencheng agreed without hesitation.
For him, cooperating with justice and reversing right and wrong to frame Jian Chen, not only would it not do him any harm, on the contrary, he could find a suitable reason to absolve him of the humiliation of losing the battle that day, which could greatly restore what he lost that day. face.
Hearing Wen Cheng's words, the Saint Masters of Light who were constantly gathering from the surrounding peaks all showed their original expressions. In the chatter, their gazes towards Jian Chen changed.
That look is full of disappointment, contempt, disdain, and even naked irony.
Indeed, such an approach is looked down upon by many of them.
"Wencheng, you are so despicable. You deliberately distorted the facts and turned black and white. The battle that day was not what you said." Beside Jian Chen, Bai Yu shouted loudly at Wen Cheng.
It's a pity that her shout fell on everyone's ears, but it was not convincing at all.
"Hmph, I didn't expect that there would be a shameless disciple like you on my Feiyun Peak. You have lost all of my Feiyunfeng's face. Little Junior Sister, don't continue to be with this kind of person." Zhuo Feng He also stood aside and criticized in the tone of an elder. He didn't care about the truth of the matter. As long as it was an opportunity to insult Jian Chen, he would not let it go.
Hearing this, Jian Chen's eyes turned cold. He knew that Zhuo Feng had a prejudice against him. If there were no outsiders present, it would be fine, but now there are many disciples from other peaks gathered here. At this juncture, Zhuo Feng cannot The overall situation is the most important, and he has to fight with him and help outsiders to target him everywhere, which makes Jian Chen really angry.
"Zhuo Feng, the person who embarrassed Fei Yunfeng is you, not me. It seems that it's time for you to recognize a fact." Jian Chen said coldly to Zhuo Feng, his palm formed a seal, and he slapped it directly. Press towards Zhuo Feng.
Immediately, among the powerful light holy energy surging, one side was completely condensed by the light holy force, a huge slap with a diameter of one meter, emitting a blazing light and pressing it towards Zhuo Feng.
"This is the big mudra of the Holy Light, this is impossible." Zhuo Feng's pupils instantly shrank to the size of his eyes, and his face showed an unbelievable look.
However, when his sword of holy light slashed on the Xuanguang big mudra, the sword of holy light broke inch by inch, and the big mudra of Xuanguang slapped Zhuo Feng on Zhuo Feng's body without losing the slightest.
Zhuo Feng immediately let out a muffled groan, and stepped back staggeringly, leaving a deep footprint on the ground with every step he fell.
When he finally controlled his body and stood, his face had turned blue and white, and his heart was even more shocked and angry.
"This is the Mahamudra of the Holy Light, God, he actually mastered the Mahamudra of the Holy Light"
"The Holy Light Mahamudra is a kind of light magic with a high level. It is said that at least three-color Yuan Dan can be mastered."
"What do you know, the Mahamudra of the Holy Light is more mysterious than you think. Among the three-color Yuandan, those who can master the Mahamudra of the Holy Light are rare, and most people can only get started with the four-color Yuandan. "
"What! The Mahamudra of the Holy Light can only be mastered by four-color Yuandan, and Changyang can use only one-color Yuandan. Oh my god, this is amazing."
"I can't believe it's real"
When Jian Chen's holy light big handprint came out, not only was Bai Yu stunned, but even these holy masters of light who came from the outer peaks were unable to keep calm, and they all let out a sound of exclamation, one by one looking at a monster. His eyes stared at Jian Chen.
As for Wen Cheng, his face became gloomy at this moment, and hatred and jealousy coexisted in his eyes.
Now, he had to accept the cruel fact that in just ten days, Jian Chen's strength had improved significantly compared to the original.
At least, he still hasn't really mastered this holy light Mahamudra.
"This Changyang really didn't disappoint me. The talent is really like a monster, and he realized the Mahamudra of the Holy Light so quickly. I just don't know if I taught him the other kinds of light magic, whether he has also started." The top of Feiyun Peak , Han Xin in fluttering white clothes showed a relieved smile on his face, and he was more and more satisfied with his disciple.
Jian Chen turned a deaf ear to the exclamations around him, he looked at Zhuo Feng coldly, and said, "Zhuo Feng, you should be clear now, even though you are Senior Brother Fei Yunfeng, you still don't have the ability to point fingers at me. You can't beat Wencheng, but that doesn't mean I can't beat him."
Immediately, he ignored Zhuo Feng's ugly face, turned to look at Wen Cheng, and sarcastically said, "Wen Cheng, it seems that the slap I slapped you in the ring that day didn't hurt, otherwise, we Continue to fight in the arena, and let everyone see if you lost the last battle, whether it was deliberately admitting defeat, or whether you are really weak."
"However, your deliberate admission of defeat has cost you a slap in the face. This price is really not small." Jian Chen's face was full of irony.
"Yeah, Wencheng, I remember that your whole face was smashed by the second senior brother at that time, and you were passed out by anger. Could it be that these are fake?" Bai Yu also spoke at the right time, with a serious face.
As soon as he heard this, Wen Cheng's face turned pale with anger, and his anger immediately attacked his heart.
This incident had already left a shadow in his heart. It was a hideous pain, and it was the biggest shame in his life. It made him faceless for a while. This instantly made him furious.
"Changyang, you are not talking nonsense!" Wen Cheng lost his composure in an instant, his expression was hideous, and he screamed at Jian Chen frantically.
"Whether it's nonsense, we'll know after a fight, Wencheng, do you dare to fight with me in the ring again to prove that what you said before is true." Jian Chen said calmly. (To be continued)