Blade Team Base.

Jiang Hanren sat at the top of the round table, looked at the head coaches of the major teams around him with cold eyes, and asked in a deep voice: "Tomorrow is the last round. Do you all have the confidence to defeat Chu Tiansheng?"

The head instructors of several teams looked at each other, as if they had been in contact with each other for a while, and then they began to discuss.

The head instructor of the Cheetah Team said: "Today I observed Chu Tiansheng's condition. Although he won, he was seriously injured, especially his right arm was seriously strained. If you all besieged together tomorrow, target him.

The chance of winning is almost zero for wounds.”

The head instructor of another team also analyzed: "Although Chu Tiansheng is a Tian-level warrior, his strength is not much different from ours. They are both in the early stages of the Tian-level. Everyone rushed forward and attacked at the same time, which was basically sure to win."

"I agree with this statement. If Chu Tiansheng has not cured his injury in the game tomorrow, he will basically be ruined."

Hearing this, Jiang Hanren breathed a sigh of relief and said to everyone: "Don't worry, Chu Tiansheng was seriously injured today and there is no possibility of recovery."

Then, he took out a few pills from his arms and distributed them to the head instructors of these teams.

"God of Blade War, is this the legendary Qingyun Pill?" The chief instructor of the Cheetah Team was surprised.

Jiang Hann frowned slightly. He could see that he felt a little distressed when he took out these amounts of pills, but he still said to them: "I finally got these Qingyun Pills. If you take them now, you can greatly

Improve your strength and restore all the hidden injuries accumulated before."

A chief instructor next to him said with a flattering face: "Oh, the God of Blade, I really have to worry about you."

"This Qingyun Pill is not for free. No matter what tomorrow, you will defeat Chu Tiansheng, and at the same time you will destroy his cultivation, so that he can only be a useless person in a wheelchair for the rest of his life!"

After saying that, a powerful murderous aura suddenly burst out from Jiang Hanren's body, and a little cold light appeared in his eyes.

"I want to make the entire Canglong Team have no power to turn over in this life! I will always surrender to my Blade Team!"

......

The next day.

All the teams were concentrated in the square, and even the Canglong instructors who had been seriously injured before were on crutches to watch today's game.

Because this is not only the last game of the entire competition, but also the day to reveal the championship.

The five elders looked extremely majestic in their rare gorgeous clothes.

But the glory on them was all covered by the simple-wearing old man behind them.

Although the old man was just wearing Tang suit, he released several majestic auras when walking, as if the divine dragon above the sky had arrived in the world and gave blessings to the world.

Majesty, but full of indescribable affinity.

"See Lord Dragon!"

When they saw this old man, all the team members knelt on one knee.

They hammered their chests with their fists, their eyes drooped, and made solemn and serious manners.

Lord Dragon waved his hand, responding to everyone's etiquette, and signaling them to stand up.


Chapter completed!