In the audience, Zuo Qiu's face immediately turned extremely ugly when he heard Yang Chen's words.
She glanced at Ye Huayue on the glass plate, clenched her fists, and turned pale with anger, but she still held back.
After all, we are still in the Bliss Sect. If we fall out with Yang Chen at this time, it will be detrimental to future plans.
"Propose, propose, propose!"
Yuan Lang saw the excitement and didn't mind it, so he clapped his hands and started shouting.
The disciples from the Iron Fist Sect and the Divine Medicine Villa also shouted in a low voice, they are the melon-eating people anyway, and whoever eats the melon is not eating.
"Yang Chen, don't go too far!"
Meng Lang listened to the shouts in the audience, his face was ferocious, and he stared at Yang Chen coldly: "This is the Kunlun Gate!"
"So what about Kunlun Gate!"
Yang Chen's spiritual energy circulated, and his voice soared into the sky, which immediately aroused the displeasure of the entire Kunlun Sect disciples.
On the glass plate, Canglong sat upright with a frown on his face.
"Master Cang, don't you Kunlun Sect understand that you are willing to accept defeat?"
"Or is it that Sect Leader Cang is going to confuse right and wrong and insist that the first-grade magical weapon refined by Meng Lang can surpass my eighth-grade spiritual weapon?"
Yang Chen slowly raised his head, looked at Cang Long on the main seat, and said with a smile.
"Old man, that's not the case!"
Zhang Longhu looked at Cang Long who looked embarrassed, bared his teeth and said with a smile: "Kunlun Sect is the number one sect in the Qi training world, so I should still have this credit."
"nature."
Cang Long could tell that Zhang Longhu was forcing him to submit.
If he forces partiality now, the majesty of Kunlun Gate and its reputation of more than a hundred years will be ruined in his hands.
How did he explain to the ancestor in the forbidden area behind the mountain?
"Master Cang, why don't we announce the result first?"
Ye Huayue said calmly.
Tie Zhan and Lei Huo on the side heard this and looked at each other, with anger flashing in their eyes.
Everyone concluded that Yang Chen must be the last one, but who knew that the carp would stand up and directly refine a defensive spiritual weapon.
"Now I announce that the first place winner in this competition is Sect Master Yang Chen of Longhu Mountain, the second place is Meng Lang of Kunlun Sect, the third place is Tiesheng of Iron Fist Sect, the fourth place is Ye Susu of Bliss Sect, and the fifth place is Zhongli of Divine Medicine Villa!
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"Tomorrow, there will be the third competition. What we will compete is the art of alchemy!"
"Now I announce that today's competition is over, and each sect can go back to rest!"
Cang Long stood up and stood with his hands behind his hands. His voice was like thunder, spreading throughout the entire sect.
"Defensive spiritual weapon!"
"I want to see how it goes!"
Tiesheng squinted his eyes, glanced at the necklace around Li Xiaoran's neck in the audience, turned around and jumped off the stage.
"Yang Chen, I haven't seen you for a few years, you really impressed me."
"I will stick with you for the rest of my life!"
Before Ye Susu left, she took one more look at Yang Chen and said solemnly.
"Uh...please let me go."
Yang Chen's head was covered with black lines and he was a little speechless.
Zhong Li didn't speak. It seemed that the outcome of this game was within his expectation. He nodded towards Yang Chen and prepared to leave.
"Meng Lang, where are you going?"
At this moment, Yang Chen raised his head and looked at Meng Lang who was about to leave.
In an instant, everyone's eyes were locked on the stage again.
"Junior brother, I have no intention of letting Meng Lang go."
"Look at Sect Leader Cang's face turning pale. This operation is so exciting."
Yuan Lang in the audience looked like he was watching a good show, rubbing his hands excitedly: "I really want to see such a poor marriage proposal."
"Fifth Junior Brother, your idea is too perverted."
"But seriously, I want to see it too."
Situ Jing's excited eyes flickered, and she immediately raised her hands and shouted: "Meng Lang, you are the one who made the bet. I am willing to admit defeat, otherwise where will your Kunlun Sect's face be?"
Whoosh!
Meng Lang's eyes instantly locked on Situ Jing, and a murderous intent flashed in his eyes.
Zuo Qiu, who was not far away, was breathing rapidly but did not dare to move.
"Yang Chen, are you really leaving no escape route?"
Meng Lang squinted his eyes and looked at Yang Chen coldly.
"I said Meng Lang, do you still want to show off?"
"Do you think I spend time playing with you?"
Yang Chen's expression suddenly changed, and a huge amount of spiritual energy surged in his dantian, overwhelmingly pressing toward Meng Lang like a torrent: "If you don't fulfill your promise today, believe it or not, I will make it impossible for you to step down!"