1639: C1639 Ranking Tournament

C1639 Ranking Tournament

"This... Son of God must be overthinking things. "

On the Western stands, the Lianhua Sect was frowning.

When an ordinary punch met an ordinary palm, it was as though nothing had happened.

That was the Yang Jian who was ranked fourth, and was not an idiot either. He had actually been suppressed by a single palm from Feng Wuhuang, the disparity was enormous.

"Alright!"

The Western stands burst into applause.

Even the King of the Minde Wheel on top of the Eastern stands gave a symbolic clap of his hands.

"You actually got the acknowledgement of the Rotary King. Master Qin, can you achieve this level?"

Zhao Tiange asked with a serious expression.

"Yes."

Qin Feng nodded with a smile.

Did Feng Wuhuang really think that only he would improve in these five years, and that I would just stay put?

This evil disciple was overthinking.

If I can kill you once in Dragon Realm, then I can also kill you twice in Buddhism Realm.

Thinking about the rewards he had reaped over the past five years, Qin Feng lifted the corner of his mouth and revealed a faint smile.

Facing Rotary King's rewards, not only were the big bosses and Top shocked, even Bai Lan and Jin Qing had serious expressions on their faces.

"You really are a formidable opponent, is this what you have gained in the past five years in the Demon Suppressing Cave?"

In an instant, the Bai Lan felt a surge of pride surge up within her heart.

It is precisely this kind of situation that allows my Bai Lan to feel elated.

"What an opponent."

Jin Qing was filled with confidence.

At their level, it was impossible for them to fear fighting. The more they fought, the braver they became.

It was unknown if it was Rotary King doing it on purpose or not, but after Feng Wuhuang went against Yang Jian, the next two rounds were both against Yang Jian.

Yang Jian seemed to have become a unit of measurement. He was first slapped away by the Bai Lan, then knocked unconscious by Jin Qing's fist.

"How pitiful."

Seeing Yang Jian in such a state, the hearts of countless people in the grounds turned cold.

In the beginning, he had shown off his might and directly abused Dongfang Po, while later on he pressed the Son of God s of the three great sect s down on the ground and rubbed them against each other.

Even Yang Jian himself didn't know what he thought about this feeling.

As long as his heart could not bear it enough, Yang Jian would probably go crazy.

"Yang Jian's next opponent definitely cannot be me."

Other than Qin Feng, the other seven all prayed in their hearts.

"En!"

Suddenly, two symbols lit up.

One of them was actually Yang Jian.

Weng! *

The crowd immediately burst into an uproar.

"Yang Jian is so miserable!"

"Ahh, cruel."

"That's right, the three great Son of God s have already fought. Yang Jian's next opponent would definitely not be the three great Son of God s.

"With Yang Jian's strength, no matter who it is, he will be easily captured."

"I also don't know who that unlucky bastard is, to actually become Yang Jian's punching bag."

Everyone's eyes were searching for the second glowing talisman.

"Ah, it's actually that Human Clan brat."

"This time, this kid from Human Clan is going to suffer from Yang Jian's boundless rage."

"Who asked him not to come from the Buddhism Realm?"

"Serves you right."

Countless ancient cultivator and Buddhist Disciple revealed expressions of schadenfreude.

"Take it easy."

Zhao Tiange leaned on Qin Feng's shoulder, "That guy is already miserable enough."

"Then let's do it again. It's already so tragic."

Qin Feng shrugged and said indifferently.

Since Feng Wuhuang, Bai Lan and Jin Qing were all using Yang Jian as their background, Qin Feng didn't mind using Yang Jian as their background.

"…"

Hearing Qin Feng's reply, Zhao Tiange looked at Yang Jian pitifully.

"Miserable fellow."

Zhao Tiange sighed in his heart.

On the stage, Feng Wuhuang, Bai Lan and Jin Qing all looked towards Feng Wuhuang at the same time, but Feng Wuhuang's gaze was even colder, carrying an endless killing intent.

"Three moves. I'll let you have three moves. If you can make me move, then you win."

Qin Feng stood on the stage indifferently and raised three of his fingers.

"Damn it, who do you think you are!"

Yang Jian roared out explosively, the energy behind his fist condensed to the point that it looked like a mountain.0

It was just that compared to when he was facing Dongfang Po, Yang Jian's fist force was a little more tyrannical, obviously getting hit by the three great Son of God's true flames.

"Arrogant Human Clan brat, it's best if you die on the stage with one punch."

Outside of the stage, seeing Qin Feng being so light, countless people shouted loudly and cursed.

As a disciple of Taoism, Qin Feng actually dared to say such arrogant words on a Menlan. It was simply a violation of the great taboo in the Buddhism Realm.

"Heaven Shaking Fist."

Yang Jian clenched his fists, raised them high and brought along the power of the entire sky, as he punched towards Qin Meng.

A powerful explosion descended, and the entire continent appeared in the sky.

The Heaven Shaking Fist was known to be able to even shake the heavens.

Unfortunately, on the stage, Qin Feng only indifferently raised his hand, raising the entire continent up, eliminating all of the power Yang Jian had gathered to be at the pinnacle.

"…"

Outside, the cheers and curses instantly stopped.

The entire venue was deathly silent, as if it was dead silent.

"Is it that exaggerated?"

Just as these Buddhist Disciple were sighing emotionally, Yang Jian, like a furious evil dragon, threw out two consecutive punches at Qin Feng. Each punch was heavier than the last, and each punch was more terrifying than the last.

It was obvious that when he was fighting with the three great Son of God, he, Yang Jian, did not use his full strength.

When it came to Qin Feng, he exploded forth with his full potential.

Unfortunately, he was facing Qin Feng.

Five years ago, he had defeated Feng Wuhuang, who was able to preserve his life under the sneak attack of the Sect Master of the Lotus Flower Sect.

"What a pity."

Qin Feng shook his head slightly, his five fingers were like five towering mountains, firmly blocking Yang Jian's berserk fists, and unshakable.

"This …"

It was only at this moment that a few knowledgeable paleo-chieftain s suddenly spoke up. "He had trained the extreme Cultivation Method of the Buddhism to the end, and had completely mastered the Buddhism, and had directly absorbed it into his body."

"Ah …"

"Immediately place the Dharma Source into his flesh."

"Isn't that the Vajra Buddha Body?"

"This is a level that only Rotary King can reach."

These paleo-chieftain s swallowed their saliva with much difficulty as they scanned the stands s in the east.

On top of the Eastern stands, King of the Minde Wheel was also pensively staring at Yun Che. Even the Buddhism that was opened in the sky had a few more pairs of eyes that were obviously looking at Yun Che.

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