Junior sister slandered me, the Drunken Swordsman, I cut through the gate of heaven with one sword

Chapter 79 Wang Teng: Stop talking about the potential of being an emperor!

Wang Teng clenched his fists and whispered in his heart: "I didn't expect the strength of the previous generation of geniuses to be so powerful. If I meet the remaining person, I'm afraid..."

Thinking of this, Wang Teng looked at his master Dan Yangzi.

Dan Yangzi nodded at him, indicating that Wang Teng didn't need to worry, that he had already taken care of everything and would not let him encounter the remaining geniuses.

Soon, the third battle began. This time, the disciple who appeared was a mediocre disciple, and he was also facing the sect’s Sword Tomb Elder.

However, the final outcome was still a miserable defeat for the Sword Tomb Elders, which made the Sword Tomb Elders lose face. They even suspected that they had not fought for many years and had forgotten how to fight...

From beginning to end, Elder Jianzhong did not even touch the other party's sleeve, yet he was being played around in the other party's palm.

Ye Qian'an sat in a chair drinking and having fun, occasionally glancing at the battle on the arena as a side dish.

The fourth player to appear on the stage is Chi Hun, a genius from hundreds of years ago. His strength is even more powerful, having reached the great perfection of Return to the Void and the state of half-step fusion.

"The previous generation's genius, Chi Hun, greets Senior Brother Jianzhong."

Chi Hun was covered in a blood-stained robe, his silver hair fluttering, his expression didn't change at all, and even his voice seemed to be devoid of any emotion.

Elder Jianzhong was very angry. He walked forward with bronze lightning spreading around his body. Even his eyes had turned a deep blue.

"Thunder King, Zhang Shunqiong, greets Junior Brother Chihun!"

As soon as he finished speaking, countless lightning bolts came down with a loud bang, and the area of ​​ten feet in radius with him as the center turned into a pool of thunder.

Chi Hun shrugged expressionlessly, then he waved his right hand forward. A magic sickle filled with the breath of death quietly appeared here. A black air wave that covered the sky and the sun whizzed past, dyeing the sky black.

Thunder roared and Zhang Shunqiong rushed over, the lightning in his hand making a crisp "crackling" sound, "Junior brother, you better be careful."

Chi Hun still had no expression on his face, and even closed his eyes while standing there.

Seeing Chihun being so arrogant, Zhang Shunqiong was immediately furious, and said with a bit of anger in his tone: "You are looking for death!"

Thunder and lightning broke the silent sky. The thunder around them became even bigger and more powerful. The lightning like a pool of thunder fell towards the red soul under him.

Chi Hun was still calm, but just when the lightning was about to touch his body, he turned into countless plasmas and disappeared, and the magic sickle in the sky was swung out directly.

The devil sickle, which is a hundred feet long, is extremely spectacular, with dense black lines flashing with dazzling light. Even if you are a hundred miles away, you can feel an unprecedented sense of oppression sweeping over you.

Elder Zhang Shunqiong suddenly raised his head, and all the thunder outside his body made a loud sound of struggling and collapsed rapidly. Even the ground under his feet began to shatter into circles with a crackling sound.

Before he could open his mouth, the bones in his body began to break instantly. He suddenly vomited scarlet blood and fell heavily to the ground, unconscious.

The sect disciples on both sides could not control their fear. In this fear, the spiritual energy in their bodies seemed to be suppressed, and they even had the illusion that their souls were being sucked out.

"It turned out to be the Scarlet Moon Demon Scythe that our master left behind. I didn't expect that Scarlet Soul could refine it to such a level. It's even as good as a mid-stage fusion magic weapon."

"Yes, the Red Moon Demon Scythe was originally a magic weapon of the Demon Sect. Later, it was given to Chi Hun by the master, which made Chi Hun's cultivation advance by leaps and bounds."

The Great Elder of Jianzhong had a gloomy expression on his face. He appeared on the arena in an instant. With a wave of his hand, the Red Moon Demon Cult in front of him flew backwards instantly. Even Chihun couldn't help but take two steps back.

The Great Elder's eyes were gloomy as he stared at the Red Soul in front of him.

"You are young and talented, but you are so vicious. You killed your fellow disciples in front of us. Are you looking for death?"

Chi Hun narrowed his eyes, and then said without concealing his arrogance: "I didn't expect his strength to be so weak. Is it possible that Senior Sister will attack Junior Brother because of this matter?" The Great Elder of Jianzhong had a gloomy face, as if he had some concerns. He snorted coldly, picked up his Junior Brother Zhang Shunqiong and left. Zhang Shunqiong could not continue to participate in the battle. Even his injuries were so serious that it would be difficult for him to recover in a short time.

Losing four competitions in a row made the outer disciples feel embarrassed. Is this the true strength of the genius of the previous generation?

It was so terrifying to be in such a situation.

In the next fifth match, Danyangzi’s direct disciple, Wang Teng, appeared on the stage!

As Wang Teng appeared, the outer disciples cheered again: "Uncle Wang Teng, it's Uncle Wang Teng. With Uncle Wang Teng here, we will definitely be able to turn the game around!"

"That's right, Uncle Wang Teng has the potential to become a great emperor. No one can be his opponent!"

Pfft!

Di Junwan in the audience covered her red lips and couldn't help laughing out loud, especially when she heard the words "qualified to be an emperor", it was even more difficult to suppress the corners of her mouth.

Dan Yangzi frowned and asked in confusion: "Senior Sister Dijun Wan, what are you laughing at here?"

"No, no, I thought of something more interesting."

Dijun Wan laughed so hard that she couldn't help it. Tears came out of her eyes, especially when she thought of the scene of Wang Teng being chased. It was so exciting.

Leng Qianning glanced at Dijun Wan and said calmly: "Laughing foolishly in public, how can it be disrespectful? You are an elder of my Qingxuan Sect!"

After being scolded by Senior Sister Leng Qianning, Di Junwan immediately calmed down a lot, but she still had to cover her mouth to calm down.

Wang Teng’s face turned pale.

What he least wanted to hear now were the four words "qualified to be an emperor". Because of these four words, he was nearly killed in the Netherworld Valley.

He even thought about this incident every time he dreamed, and it almost made him develop a mental disorder.

In the audience, Ye Qian'an couldn't help laughing and said, "It seems that he doesn't want to hear this name anymore."

Lin Xuezhu asked curiously: "Uncle Master, you and Uncle Master Dijunwan are both laughing here, what happened?"

Ye Qian'an waved his hand, and Lin Xuezhu tactfully came over. After hearing what happened, she couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Pfft!

Lin Xuezhu covered her lips and said, "I didn't expect so many things to happen. Uncle Master, you are so bad~"

"Treat others in their own way."

Ye Qian'an shook the wine gourd in his hand and said with a smile: "Wang Teng is not a good guy. What I am doing is just the opposite."

Lin Xuezhu nodded subconsciously.

Wang Teng may seem ordinary, but he is actually extremely dark inside, which can be seen from the competition among the geniuses from various major sects.

Killing is decisive and cruel.

(End of this chapter)