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Chapter 411 Number, Ren Yin 246!(2/2)

Bang...

The body of the wood-type cultivator fell to the ground against the giant stones of the competition platform, raising some dust.

The wood elders hurried over and helped up the young monk numbered "Ren Yin 168".

"Concession!" Hao Ren stood at the edge of the competition platform, raising his hands, still graceful.

Zhao Yanzi stood on the ground, looking at Hao Ren with flying robes, and almost had stars in his eyes - Hao Ren, how come he is so handsome all of a sudden!!

The wood cultivator's whole body was numb and sore. He looked up at Hao Ren who was standing on the competition stage. He gritted his teeth angrily and shouted, "You are cheating!"

Seeing everyone around him looking at him, he pointed at Zhao Yanzi and the other support groups of unknown origin, "They must be assisting them outside the field and using hidden weapons!"

"Hey! You can eat randomly, but you can't talk nonsense!" Zhao Yanzi couldn't bear it, so he immediately jumped out, pointed at the wood cultivator and shouted.

"I asked him, a Gen-level monk, how could he pass six levels in a row? It must be you who are causing trouble!" The wood-type monk looked at Zhao Yanzi and the others, reluctantly got up, and said loudly.

The prosecutor in charge of the venue did not pay attention to their quarrel and raised his right hand. The identity tag on the wooden monk's waist automatically fell off and flew into the prosecutor's hand, then quickly turned black.

This also means that this wood cultivator loses the qualification to continue the competition! The examiner decided that Hao Ren won!

"I don't accept it. They used hidden weapons. Check their identities!" The wood cultivator pointed at Zhao Yanzi and the others and shouted even louder.

He is a young master from the Qingcheng Mountain Wood Dragon lineage. He has never suffered such humiliation. He was defeated by a Gen-level monk in just two moves!

"If you lose, you lose. If you lose, you can't afford to lose. Beep...it's useless!" Zhao Yanzi became more and more angry as he listened, and simply made a face towards the wood cultivator.

At this time, the wood cultivator was immediately angered. He immediately stood up and shouted to the elders beside him, "Elder Liu, Elder Ye, teach them a lesson!"

The Wood Dragon Clan of Qingcheng Mountain is also a relatively large force in the southwest area. This Wood Clan cultivator is the young master of the Dragon Clan of Qingcheng Mountain. He always feels that he lost inexplicably, and he is angry in his heart. He was also provoked by Zhao Yanzi.

After a while, how can I endure it?

"Donghai Dragon Palace, Renyin 246, wins!" The prosecutor standing on the competition stage announced.

East China Sea Dragon Palace...

The prosecutor's voice was not loud. But these four words shocked all the monks around the Jingzhe Field!

East China Sea Dragon Palace?

The wood elders in Qingcheng Mountain all looked at Zhao Yanzi and the others in surprise. And some other forces around them also looked at Zhao Hongyu and the others in confusion.

There are 24 competition fields, representing a total of 24 font sizes. Each font size will produce a monk who finally breaks through. At this time, the prosecutor will announce the sect origin of the winning monk.

Donghai Dragon Palace also came to participate in the Dragon Temple meeting?!

Such news immediately caused an uproar around Jingzhe Field!

The elders of Qingcheng Mountain dragged their young master with both hands and retreated quietly.
Chapter completed!
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