I, Goldfinger

Chapter 135

“I am Tianjiao of the Primordial Holy Land, Li Rushuang! I’ll meet you! “What ran out was one of the five great Tianjiao of the Primordial Holy Land, but it belonged to the ranks of ordinary Tianjiao.

But although it is an ordinary Tianjiao, it is also beyond many young people and is one of the representatives of the Holy Land.

“Good! Although the strength is not good, but quite courageous, qualified to fight me! Wang Teng bowed his head, his face very calm.

Li Rushuang suppressed his anger: “Please draw your sword!” ”

“You, you are not worthy of me drawing my sword!” Wang Teng looked calm, but he said something very conceited.

“Good! Don’t blame me for the sharp sword! Li Rushuang cast a sword move.

This is a peerless sword move in the Primordial Holy Land, very violent, once cast, it is like a dragon going out to sea, rushing forward.

This is also Li Rushuang’s best sword move.

He wants to defeat the megalomania in front of him with his own mastery and thunder.

“Oh yes…”

This is the sound of the sword clanging, and the sound runs through the audience.

One after another, terrifying sword qi broke out of his sword and swept over.

Wang Teng smiled disdainfully: “Flashy, look at me and poke you with a finger!” ”

Then, a finger was extended.

Such a frequent finger, but with great power, seemed to fix time and space, all the sword qi that flew froze, and then only heard the sound of clicking, all shattered.

As a party, Li Rushuang was eaten back, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and his face was gloomy: “I lost!” ”

He couldn’t imagine that his most proud sword was broken by a finger from the other party.

It’s so shocking.

“Don’t be sad, the immortal is still no match for me, you are not the only one!” Wang Tengdao.

This sounds like a comforting person, but people can’t help but want to beat him.

The Wang Patriarch on the high platform laughed out loud: “Don’t mind, everyone! My son Wang Teng has the posture of a great emperor, and he speaks a little straighter, but as a Tianjiao, he can be forgiven! ”

Everyone’s faces twitched, can you stop mentioning your son?

Is there no other adjective for the emperor at every turn?

“Next!” Wang Tengdao.

Then, another Tianjiao appeared, and another move was defeated by Wang Teng’s hands.

The same finger, not moving a step.

As if the battle in front of him was nothing more than a family affair for him, did not need to be serious, and was not worth paying attention to at all.

His figure was like a mountain, straddling the hearts of all his disciples.

“In the Lower Taichu Holy Land, the Holy Son Flower Jade Fall, please advise!” Master brother Hua Yuluo appeared.

Although he is only ranked in the ranks of ordinary Tianjiao, his qualifications directly catch up with the top Tianjiao, and his strength is not inferior to some of them.

In addition to his junior brother Lin Beifan, that is, those peerless Tianjiao, he could take a look high.

But the person in front of him gave him equal pressure.

“Hua Yuluo, I’ve heard of you! No matter your talent or strength, you are actually not much inferior to the top Tianjiao! It’s just bad luck and was eliminated early in the Tianjiao Tournament! Wang Teng spoke, like an elder commenting.

“It doesn’t matter, I’m the Holy Son of the Holy Land, as long as this senior brother recognizes me as a senior brother, I don’t care what others think of me!” Hua Yuluo smiled slightly and said very calmly.

“Senior brother, we will always support you!”

“Senior brother, you will always be a top Tianjiao in our hearts!”

……

Several junior disciples couldn’t help but shout.

This was the personality charm of the senior brother, and it was also the reason why Lin Beifan recommended him as a holy son.

“You are a good opponent, I will take it seriously!” Wang Tengdao.

“So, you’re going to draw your sword?” Senior Brother asked.

“No, it’s not that time yet! Only a true peerless Tianjiao is worthy of me drawing a sword!” Wang Teng said proudly and extremely conceitedly.

The brothers and brothers felt indignant.

“He still doesn’t draw his sword?”

“It’s too underestimated!”

“Senior brother, beat this pretend criminal to death!”

……

The crowd is excited.

The senior brother had anger in his heart, but he would not let it out, and said, “You have to be careful!” ”

Then, the master brother Hua Yu made a big move, and he also used a sword, a sword that stretched 30,000 meters in length, like a bolt of lightning.

Wang Teng’s eyes were a little more serious, and he was practicing the law in his hand.

“Chaotic Heaven Secret Technique!”

Wang Teng punched out, cholera the firmament, but also cholera a territory.

Senior Brother’s sword move dissipated.

The senior brother was not discouraged, and changed his sword move to continue attacking.

Wang Teng did not hesitate.

The fighting method of the two is extraordinarily wonderful.

Then, Wang Teng took a step, turned the knife into a hand, and cut out with a knife: “Cut me the way know-how!” Chop me! ”

This move seems to carry the color of thunder, an inevitable qi machine, which can cut off the void society and forge a flawless Dao heart. The senior brother finally couldn’t bear it, and finally lost, his face was as pale as paper.

His sword was also cut off.

“I lost!” The senior brother’s face darkened and then retreated.

“If you can force me to take a step, the name of top Tianjiao, you deserve it!” Wang Teng said with great satisfaction, and he didn’t know whether to praise others or boast about himself.

The head of the Wang family laughed: “Haha, my son Wang Teng has the posture of a great emperor!” ”

Defeating three Tianjiao in a row, Wang Teng is in full swing!

The senior brothers were all defeated, and the address of the Primordial Holy Land was a little discouraged. Now there are only two left, and if the two are defeated, the arrogance of the young generation of the Holy Land will be suppressed.

“Junior Brother, I’ll go first. Junior sister, I will definitely force out some of his skills, and I can give my junior brother some consideration. Senior Sister Liu Thrush said with a bit of wind and cold majesty.

“Senior sister, don’t be presumptuous, you are not bad!” Lin Beifan Dao.

“It’s not that Senior Sister is arrogant, compared with others, Senior Sister has confidence. But Wang Teng, he gave me an unfathomable feeling, hey…” Liu Thrush shook his head and smiled bitterly, and then boarded the martial arts arena.

Sure enough, Willow Thrush soon lost.

Only then did he force Wang Teng to take a step, and the golden big sword did not touch.

Only Lin Beifan was left.

If Lin Beifan loses again, the face of the young generation of the entire Holy Land will be stepped on by the other party.

Lin Beifan fluttered over: “Lin Beifan, a disciple of the Primordial Holy Land, please educate!” ”

“Lin Beifan, the top Tianjiao list is ranked first! But some people say that you should be ranked among the peerless Tianjiao, and this is exactly what you give me! Perhaps, you can force me to pull out the Heavenly Emperor Sword!” Wang Teng said, a little more solemn.

“You better draw your sword first, I’m afraid that after you make a move, you will never have a chance to draw your sword again!” Lin Beifan Dao.

“Arrogant!” Wang Teng was angry.

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