No one dares to challenge Chen Beiliang's majesty. Even Jiang Chen doesn't even know how strong Chen Beiliang is. His figure is like a mountain, making it insurmountable for anyone.
This farce has finally come to an end. No one dares to continue to challenge Chen Beiliang's authority.
The top elder of the Chen family is so terrifyingly powerful.
"Now, it's time to show how many dead vine fruits you have in your hands."
Chen Beiliang said in a loud voice, with cold eyes, scanning everyone. These more than a hundred people are all Nebula-level powerhouses, and they are also the mainstay of the Chen family's future.
"How many do you have? I have thirty-four."
"What the fuck? Really? I'm only twenty-one, you're really awesome."
"Hey, a bunch of little bastards, there are forty-nine of them here. How about it? Are they all the best?"
"This is nothing. I heard that some people got hundreds of dead vine fruits."
"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"
"Just because you can't do it, it doesn't mean that others can't do it either. Humph, there are many talented people in the Chen family, so that doesn't mean there aren't any."
Many geniuses in the Chen family have begun to compete with each other. This time has also become the time for them to do their homework. Whoever has the most withered vine fruits will be the champion of this ancestor's selection.
Many people are eager to try and look forward to it. Some people are complacent, and some people are depressed. They know that they may have missed the championship this time, but compared to the grand occasion when thousands of people entered the ancient battlefield, those who can come out alive now
, are all truly lucky, and are destined to become the Chen family’s key cultivation targets.
"Sister Lulu, how much do you have?"
Chen Qingqing asked, with a rare curiosity and joy in his eyes.
"One hundred and twenty-four withered vine fruits. What about you?"
Chen Lu shrugged with an indifferent expression. For her, this time the Chen family's ancestor chose Ming, it was already a fruitful harvest.
"One hundred and thirty-five."
Chen Qingqing made a victory gesture. This number was already quite large.
"I only have eighty-eight."
Chen Duanya had a bitter look on his face, it was estimated that he would definitely miss the top ten.
"I have ninety-two, and we should all be beyond our reach. The geniuses of the Chen family are not simple. I believe that there will be no shortage of top masters who are capable of one line of heaven, two lines of heaven, and three lines of heaven."
Chen Yingying felt a little sad and sighed in her heart.
"By the way, Senior Jiang Chen, how many do you have?"
Chen Yingying's eyes lit up and she looked at Jiang Chen.
"Yes, brother, tell me how much you have!"
Chen Lu looked at the hero in her heart expectantly.
"I haven't counted yet...it should be a little more than you."
Jiang Chen said calmly.
"Fuck!"
Chen Duanya sighed and was shocked.
"Chen Family Nine Lines Heaven, King Chen Yin, two hundred and seventy-eight withered vine fruits!"
A young man with eyes as cold as stars, carrying a nine-foot flowing cloud gun on his back, walked slowly.
"Two hundred and seventy-eight? It's so scary. King Chen Yin of Jiuxiantian, this guy is not simple. He is a Nebula-level second-level heaven, tsk tsk tsk."
"Yes, this must be among the top three."
“It’s true that people cannot be judged by their appearance.”
The appearance of King Chen Yin caused a small climax, and everyone was staring at him.
"I didn't expect that King Chen Yin would really rise. My grandfather once said at the beginning that King Chen Yin is definitely not a thing in the pond."
Chen Yingying said with deep approval.
"He should be the strongest person among the Nine Lines of Heaven."
Chen Duanya nodded silently.
"Eight-line sky, Chen Tianqiao, two hundred and seventy-two withered vine fruits."
"Seven-line sky, Chenjiang River, two hundred and forty withered vine fruits."
"Six lines of sky, Chen Fanghua, two hundred and eighty-four withered vine fruits."
Chen Fanghua's withered vine fruit set off another wave of exclamations, setting a new high.
"Five-line sky, Chen Yi, one hundred and twenty-two withered vine fruits."
"Chen Lu, one hundred and twenty-four withered vine fruits."
"Chen Qingqing, one hundred and thirty-five withered vine fruits."
"…………"
"Three Lines of Heaven, Chenhe, three hundred and eight withered vine fruits!"
Wow——
The whole audience was in an uproar. Chen He had the most withered vine fruits at present.
"Erxian Tian, Chen Wuxie, three hundred and fourteen."
The perversions one after another made everyone's hearts tremble. As expected, many people were completely oblivious to the crowd in front of the real monster.
"I think Chen Wuxie must be the champion."
"That's right, I have heard about Chen Wuxie from the Second Line Heaven for a long time. It was within my expectation that he would win the first place this time."
"More than three hundred withered vine fruits, tsk tsk tsk, I don't know how many people this guy has killed, eh."
"Survival of the fittest, this is the rule. Death is not important. Who can survive to the end is the most important."
Everyone looked at Chen Wuxie with envy and awe.
"It seems that this time, I will do my part, hahaha."
Chen Wuxie's face was cold, his smile was full of confidence.
"One Line of Sky, Chenji, three hundred and seventy-six withered vine fruits."
At this moment, a cold voice came out, and a stunning woman wearing a purple robe slowly walked out. Her temperament was extremely superior, her eyes were as cold as frost, and strangers were not allowed to enter. Her domineering gaze attracted everyone.
They didn't dare to look at him.
"Be a good boy, Chen Wuxie must be the champion without a doubt."
"Tatsuki!"
"Tatsuki!"
"Tatsuki!"
The overwhelming shouts made Chen Wuxie look coldly and feel extremely unwilling. He had already prepared to meet the champion, but Chen Ji came out halfway. Her strength had already reached the Nebula level.
The power of the Third Heaven can indeed overwhelm all heroes!
"It seems that this time, Chen Ji will definitely be the champion."
Chen Beiliang nodded slightly, with a hint of appreciation in his eyes.
Along with the shouts, Chen Ji has become the belief in everyone's heart. Strong people are always respected, and no one dares to challenge her.
Chenji hunts in purple robes, automatically without wind, and has a cool temperament that makes people intoxicated. Such a person is a being that many geniuses can only dream of.
"Four lines of sky, Chenjiang, four hundred and ninety-eight withered vine fruits."
When Jiang Chen's voice echoed in the sky, the entire mountain range became completely quiet and silent.
At that moment, no one could have imagined that Jiang Chen's voice could attract everyone's attention, making it impossible for anyone to ignore it.
Four hundred and ninety-eight dead vine fruits!
How can you not make people jealous?
Jiang Chen's eyes were indifferent and calm. Many people couldn't even believe it, but when Jiang Chen took out the withered vine fruit, all those who were concerned about it shut their mouths.
But at this time, the happiest person was Chen Yubo, the elder of Si-Lian Tian. This gave them enough face in Si-Lian Tian. Even the elder Chen Beiliang was startled by it. He didn't expect this time.
The crown actually fell into the hands of Si Xian Tian's genius.