What Mr. Li thought came true!

Wang Anlin exclaimed softly, and his small universe finally broke out!

The true energy gathered in his dantian gave him endless strength, and Li Zisheng also showed a look of panic.

He stepped forward and punched him gently, and the earth shook. He knocked Li Zisheng to the ground with just one blow!

Zhenren Wang took a few steps forward and stepped on the little white face under his feet, and the arrogant Li San had to beg him for mercy.

At this time, the audience was thundering, and all the audience stood up and cheered at him, congratulating him on finally defeating this hateful enemy, and everyone shouted:

"Wang Anlin wasted!"

"Wang Anlin wasted!"

"Wang Anlin wasted!"

Wang Anlin, who was scolded as a waste, woke up at this time. It turned out that he had an extremely short dream in a semi-coma.

After all, a beautiful dream is just a beautiful dream. When he woke up, he found that he was lying on the ground in the ring, and his whole body was in unbearable pain and he couldn't even stand up.

The cheers in my ears turned out to be scolding.

I turned out to be a waste!

Li Zisheng couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. This guy finally didn't get up. He knocked Wang Anlin to the ground several times in a row, but this enemy was really a bit ruthless but refused to admit defeat.

As the saying goes, "There is no reason to be rich in literature and martial arts." This sentence is actually not bad in Zhongzhou. The cultivation and external skills of cultivators from the Han family may not be lower than those of the Immortal disciples, but their combat power is definitely far inferior.

If there is no guidance from famous teachers and scientific training in this fight, it can only be mastered through practice. For example, Li Zisheng, he has a physical magic teacher like Sang Tianhou, and a group of friends who are learning from each other. He has also experienced several life-and-death battles.

His mind, body and skills are enough to make up for the gap between him and Wang Anlin in cultivation.

In fact, Mr. Li was unwilling to take action and really wanted to kill the other party. Speaking of which, Wang Anlin had some grudges against him, hating him for robbing the quota of his inner disciples; however, Li Zisheng did not hate Wang Anlin at all, and challenging him was just following the trend.

He was not so nervous that he had to "cut off the roots" of potential threats.

Even so, Li Zisheng, who has achieved some physical skills, is not a vegetarian. Not killing people and not hurting people are two different concepts. However, Wang Anlin's cultivation is innate, and although his combat skills are very clumsy, his physical strength is much stronger than that of mortals.

In the end, Li Zisheng had to make a heavy move before knocking Wang Anlin to the ground. Of course, he was just enough and tried not to hurt the opponent's vital points.

Mr. Li San wiped the sweat from his head, let out a few breaths, thinking that the first game was finally over. Of course, he would not be too proud. Instead, he turned around and bowed to the rostrum, indicating that the game could be over...

No, I'm not a waste!

Wang An finally made up his mind, or rather, he was blinded by anger. He no longer cared about whether he would regress or die. What is more likely is that even if he won this battle, he still had a great chance of dying afterwards!

He has to defeat his opponent and prove that he is not a waste!

He struggled to support his body with his hands and climbed up again.

From the corner of his eyes, Li Zisheng found something behind him. When he turned around, he saw that he had already gotten up. But his body was hunched over and shaking the earth king's real man.

At this moment, he was really angry.

According to the prior agreement, since the winner has been decided, the person above should also post a sentence to terminate the battle.

Poor Wang Anlin, a small character who does not love his uncle, is a small character. Some of the people on the stage don’t care about their own affairs and are stubborn; some hope that Li Zisheng will kill him in their hearts to establish his authority; while others want to kill such a waste by themselves.

Where would anyone pause for him?

The first rule that Lian Changkong said was originally a joke, but in order to take care of the Tie family, they had an excuse to save this kid when Li Zisheng was in danger. This was also to avoid the Tie family going to spread this resentment on his head if the third son of Li was really killed.

Wang Anlin, his life and death have nothing to do with the overall situation, so naturally no one will come to save him or stop him.

Rules are always made by the strong and allowed to be followed by the weak.

Mr. Li decided to persuade him at the end. He smiled bitterly and said, "Senior Brother Wang, it's just a competition, why should you do this?

He paused, his face turned stern, and shouted intimidatingly: "Do you really think that someone Li dare not kill someone?"

“I’m not a waste…”

"Senior Brother Wang, what did you say? Did you admit defeat?"

"I'm not a waste."

"Senior Brother Wang, don't be ungrateful. There is only one life."

"I'm not a waste!"

"you……"

Before Li Zisheng could say this, he saw Wang Anlin straightening his back and suddenly raised his head, and a pair of eyes flashing with the resolute Li Guang staring at him.

Even though Mr. Li was brave and bold, he was so embarrassed by the other party's expression.

Wang Anlin reached into his arms and solemnly took out something from his arms. This was a pen, a bamboo tube brush that looked a bit worn...

The alarm was heard in Master Li San's mind. In addition to his own feelings, the artifacts he was wearing sent him a high-level alarm. He did not dare to move rashly at the first time. He stepped back several feet when he was wrong, and stared at Wang Anlin alertly.

At this time, the senior brother Wang looked crazy and said, "I am not a waste, I am not a waste, I am not a waste..."

"I, no, it's a waste!"

After roaring to the sky, his eyes turned the focus on Li Zisheng again, and shouted again: "Li Zisheng, go to death for me!"

As he said that, he bit through the tip of his tongue, and spitted blood on the tip of the brush, which contained most of his essence.

A red light flashed, and the pen immediately revealed its true appearance after hard work.

Now this pen is as thick as an adult's forearm and is so long. The pen tube is neither gold nor jade nor wood nor stone. For a moment, it cannot be seen that it is made of. It can only be seen that it emits the light of two-eye sight. The tip of its pen is made of a twig of bright red hair, and the color is bright red. At the end of the pen is also inlaid with a bead as big as a baby fist, which is now shining with dazzling light.

The most conspicuous thing is that there is a concrete and slight five-clawed golden dragon on the pen tube that is constantly circling and wandering, and white clouds are still surrounding the body.

"Brush lalalalala".

Anyone who knew the goods in the audience suddenly stood up, and their eyes were filled with greedy eyes. Even the four immortals including Tie Wanchen could not avoid the vulgarity!

"Senior Brother Zihan, I'm right." Tie Wanchen, who was not very concerned about the fairy path, also asked very hard at this moment.

Hu Zihan's eyes could no longer be moved from the pen. He said absent-mindedly: "Well, you read that right, this is... Shenglong Pen!"

This is actually a magic weapon, and it is a magic weapon with some famous reputation in Zhongzhou!

The so-called magical objects are hidden by themselves. Because magic weapons have their own wisdom, they will not affect the fluctuations of vitality in normal times. As long as the owner does not let go of the ban, it will be almost impossible for outsiders to notice.

However, as long as the ban is released, the fluctuations of the energy generated by the magic weapon will definitely not be hidden from others' eyes. Moreover, this is the first weapon refining sect in Zhongzhou. Although magic weapons are rare, there are not none of them in the Heavenly Artifact Sect.

How can people here not tell?

Tie Wanchen stuttered: "But, but, isn't this dragon-scaling pen...Isn't it because it uses the soul of the real dragon as the magic weapon spirit, which offended the True Dragon clan, so it was destroyed by the dragon clan?"

Hu Zihan was a little calmer than his junior brother. He turned around and said, "It seems that the legend is wrong. The dragon clan did not take back this magic weapon, but instead fell outside. Now it has reached Wang Anlin's hands. Junior brother..."

He didn't finish his words, but Tie Wanchen nodded understandingly. This magic weapon must not fall into the hands of others!

This is what they both think, and so are the others.
Chapter completed!