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Chen Bo Lei took a sip of his tea and said, "This is the situation with the Bajun Sect, Azure Sun Sect, and Five Poisons Sect. None of them are easy to deal with. "

Bai Xiaochuan was a little curious, "Martial Uncle, is the Spirit Transformation Stage really that powerful? Also, a war between two continents had actually broken out in the past? What exactly is going on? "

Chen Bo Lei waved his hand: "Go, go. It's a kid's house, why are there so many questions?!" Whether or not a Deity Stage is strong, you have to be sure? "

Chen Bo Lei pushed and shoved, chasing Bai Xiaochuan out. Bai Xiaochuan rubbed the tip of his nose. It seemed that he had really annoyed Chen Bo Lei. Forget it, let him go.

Today's harvest was not bad. At least he now had a basic understanding of the three sects in his neighboring countries. Bai Xiaochuan happily walked back.

On the other side, the finals of the Large Competition had also entered the competition to be the champion's runner-up! On one side was the strange and unpredictable Ten Thousand Cold Pills, and on the other was Zhao Junlin!

The top three had long been decided, they were Tuo Baku, Deng QIaoer and Sun Xiaoxiao. The Ten Thousand Cold Praise eliminated the domineering Tuo Baku, while Deng Chao'er was defeated by Zhao Junlian.

Wan Leng Yong, who was standing on the stage, felt as though a goddess had descended to the mortal world. Zhao Junlin held a white fan in his hand, looking elegant and graceful. These two people were a perfect match for each other, causing everyone to feel delighted.

Zhao Juncheng smiled elegantly and said, "Please have mercy, Sister Wan."

Wan Leng Yong glanced at him expressionlessly, but he did not say anything. Zhao Junlian laughed self-deprecatingly, a magnanimous look on his face.

However, he thought to himself, "Slut!" What kind of bullsh * t nonsense was this! "From now on, I will put you under my body and humiliate you to your heart's content!"

Wan Leng Yong's eyes flashed, his eyes revealed a trace of tyrannical lust. She could guess what this person was thinking.

She snorted coldly and did not say anything else.

At this moment, in the audience stands. He didn't know where he came from, but he suddenly said, "Back to the rear!"

Many people subconsciously followed up in unison, "Flattery!"

"Hahahahahaha!"

The entire Martial Arts Practice Hall burst into laughter. Zhao Junlian's face turned ashen, his entire body trembling with rage. However, when the audience looked on, they only saw a sea of people gathering. He didn't know who to throw his anger at even if he was angry.

At this time, the referee stepped out, "The match begins!"

Zhao Junlin took a deep breath, and fixed his sharp eyes on Wan Leng Yong. The white fan opened up like a viper in hibernation.

He thought to himself, "Come on, activate your Eye of Darkness. Heh heh, other people might not be able to see through your attack, but will my master still not be able to see through it? "

"The Grand Preceptor bestowed upon me the Thousand Illusionary Pillar, specifically dealing with your illusion techniques." Come on, bitch! I will defeat you! Let everyone know that I am the number one disciple of the Falling Cloud Sect! "

A small, seven-colored jade pillar hung around Zhao Junlin's neck. The small jade pillar was small and exquisite, a flash of light.

Unexpectedly, Wan Leng Yong stood still on the spot. The audience was also curious, "Why isn't this Ten Thousand Cold Praise moving? The sleeve technique is not working well? "

Grand Tutor Zhao Junliang, who was seated in the elder's seat, stroked his white beard and laughed to himself, "This old man has long seen through you, my little girl. Now that you've met my grandson, it's your misfortune." The title of number one disciple in the Falling Cloud Sect will definitely belong to the Zhao Clan!

Wan Leng Yong raised his leg and walked slowly to Zhao Junlin. Everyone immediately held their breath as they stared at the two people on the stage.

Zhao Junlin was a little taken aback. "What's going on?" Why didn't this bitch use her eye arts? What does she want to do? "

Wan Leng Yong walked forward about 20 feet, took a deep breath, and stuck out his towering chest, giving it a perfect curve.

Zhao Junlin quickly released several defensive magical equipment, nervously looking at the Ten Thousand Chill, as if he was sitting on pins and needles. He did not dare to act rashly, because his great-grandfather had taught him the path to victory.

As long as Wan Leng Yong activated his Eye of Darkness, Thousand Illusion Pillar would retaliate. The Eye of Insight would backfire on Wan Leng Yong, and he would be able to win easily.

Therefore, he was waiting, waiting for Wan Leng Yong to make his move.

Who knew, Wan Leng Yong suddenly opened his mouth and let out a deafening scream. The sound swept through the entire Martial Arts Practice Hall, and many people covered their ears in pain.

Countless waves of sound came out from the Ten Thousand Cold Peach Blossom's mouth. The sound waves were like ripples as they bounced towards Zhao Junlian.

The sound wave attack was formless and extremely powerful! Zhao Junlin felt as if his chest had been struck by a thousand-pound hammer after being struck by the sonic boom. Moreover, his mind was in a mess. His entire mind started to be in disorder, and he staggered so much that he couldn't even stand properly.

The spectators below the stage were stunned, "The Ten Thousand Cold Praise can actually use sound waves to attack!?"

Zhao Junlian clutched his head like a mad man, tearing at his hair, laughing and crying as he began to blabber nonsense.

Wan Leng Yong walked over slowly and kicked him out. Zhao Jun drew an arc in the air.

Wan Leng Yong slowly opened his mouth, his voice was like silver bells, "Bullshit..."

Everyone in the audience said in unison, "Flat-geese."