God of Nine Dragons

Chapter 14
The Wuyang tribe and the Heiman tribe had deep grievances. As the head of the Wuyang tribe, Chen Shangyu knew very well the geniuses of the Heiman tribe.

According to normal circumstances, he should know all the ten geniuses who played in the Heiman Division.

But now, Chen Shangyu only knows two of them, and has no impression of the other eight, which means that these eight people are probably recruited from other places by the Black Man Department.

What's more, the eight genius youths from the Heiman tribe on the ring had beast-like gazes in their eyes, exuding a cold aura all over their bodies, like cold killing machines.

"Could it be that they are young killers from the death camp under the Third Prince?!" Chen Shangyu thought of a possibility, and couldn't help but jump in his heart.

"Geniuses of the Wuyang Department, you must be careful!" Chen Shangyu hurriedly reminded.

All he can do is remind him!
"Be careful?" The chief of the Black Man tribe said with a strange smile: "Today, none of the geniuses of the Wuyang tribe can get out of the ring alive. What's the use of being careful!"

When Chen Shangyu and other Wuyang tribesmen heard the words, they were filled with anger, but they couldn't burst out.

Today, with the powerful Lan patrol envoy leading several spirit pill realm powerhouses to sit in town, if the Wuyang tribe dares to take any action, it will suffer catastrophe.

On the ring, Chen Lingyun looked at the ten red-clothed young men and women facing him, and found that eight of them were abnormal. Feeling the cold aura emanating from them, he couldn't help frowning slightly.

He reminded Chen Die'er who was standing by his side: "For a while, you have to be more careful!"

Chen Die'er nodded, a blush appeared on her beautiful face, her eyes shone with light, she looked at Chen Lingyun and said, "Young Master Chen, you should also be more careful!"

"Okay, let's start drawing lots and grouping, and the first round of individual battle will be held soon!" At this moment, the inspector Lan Tianyu said in a deep voice.

After finishing speaking, a spiritual bone realm warrior came onto the stage carrying a big box, and asked the young geniuses from the Wuyang and Heiman tribes to draw lots to choose their opponents.

Soon, the lottery procedure was completed.

"Next, I will announce the rules for the first individual battle.

First, you can only use your own strength to compete, and you cannot rely on external forces.

It means, only use martial skills and physical strength to fight, and do not use external means such as weapons.Once the use of external force is found, the qualification for the competition will be disqualified immediately.

Second, the arena will be divided into ten areas for the competition of your ten groups of people. Whoever is knocked out of the area will be considered a loser, and the one who stays in the area will be the winner. "

After the Inspector Lan finished speaking, he waved his sleeves, and a dazzling yellow brilliance shot out, miraculously turning into strips of yellow light, dividing the large arena into ten relatively independent blocks.

The twenty geniuses from the Wuyang Department and the Heiman Department were assigned to the same area in groups of two.

At this moment, everyone's eyes were fixed on the ring.

Especially the clansmen of the Wuyang tribe, their fists were clenched unconsciously, full of tension: today's competition is related to the life and death of the Wuyang tribe!

Above the arena, within a block.

In front of Chen Lingyun stood a majestic bald boy in red clothes without a single hair on his head. This man was somewhat similar in appearance to the chief of the Heiman tribe, but he was much younger than Montenegro.

Sitting not far from the chief of the Wuyang tribe, Heishan, the chief of the Heiman tribe, stared closely at the block where Chen Lingyun was located, to be precise, at the majestic bald boy in it.

There was an arrogant smile on Heishan's face, and he said to the chief of the Wuyang tribe beside him:

"Hey, Chen Shangyu, that bald boy is my grandson Hei Yuan, he can kill that little boy in black from your Wuyang Department with just one move, do you believe it or not?"

His tone was full of confidence and domineering, looking at Chen Lingyun was like looking at a cat or dog at the mercy of others.

"I don't believe it!" Chen Shangyu, chief of the Wuyang Department, showed a rare smile on his face.

"Mr. Chen, beat that bald man opposite you to death!" At this moment, a fat little boy who looked like a tree stump sitting next to Chen Shangyu stood up and shouted at Chen Lingyun.

He was Chen Xiaohu, who was wounded by members of the Heiman tribe in the wild mountains, and his injuries had not fully recovered, so he did not take part in the competition.

Chen Xiaohu also hated the people of the Black Man tribe very much. They committed numerous crimes against the Wuyang tribe, even the children who had just awakened the spirit wheel!

He wished that all the members of the Heiman tribe would be killed.

on the ring.

Hei Yuan, a bald boy, trembled when he heard the words, and with a smirk, stared at Chen Lingyun, and said arrogantly: "Boy, do you believe that grandpa can beat you into meatloaf with one punch, and make you paralyzed? "

"Then believe it or not, I will beat you until you don't even recognize your parents?" Chen Lingyun's mouth turned up slightly, revealing a trace of sarcasm, and he asked tit for tat.

"Looking for death!" Hei Yuan shouted violently with a ferocious expression on his face.

After finishing speaking, Hei Yuan's bear-like body burst into a dazzling blue light, and the air around him twisted sharply, as if he couldn't bear his violent pressure.

At the same time, there are nine phantoms of the spirit wheel, spinning and dancing around the body, arousing all the power of the spirit wheel.

He turned into a bolt of blue lightning and charged at Chen Lingyun who was opposite him.

Chen Lingyun clearly saw that Heiyuan's pair of huge fists were attacking him with astonishing murderous intent and immense coercion, and two cyan tiger shadows condensed on the giant fists, with their teeth and claws open, looking extremely ferocious and sturdy.

There was also a shrill howling sound of the wind, which made people's eardrums hurt, which was caused by the speed too fast.

Seeing this, Chen Lingyun couldn't help bursting out dazzling lights:
This bald boy is not simple, he is much stronger than Chen Heyu, who is also at the ninth level of the Spirit Wheel Realm, and the martial skill he displays should be a bit more advanced than the "Spirit Wolf Fist", and he has already mastered it to the level of Dacheng.

However, it is still not my opponent!

Other people under the ring also saw this scene clearly at this moment, and they couldn't help being shocked by the strength of the bald boy Hei Yuan.

"Hei Yuan is so powerful that he has already cultivated the five-star martial art "Fierce Tiger Fist" of Disha to the level of mastery. He will definitely be able to take down the boy from the Wuyang Department with one punch!"

"That's right, Heiyuan is the No.1 in the spirit wheel realm of our Heiman tribe. There are very few spirit wheel realms that can do two tricks in his hands!"

"Hei Yuan also has a nickname, Hei Punch."

"Almost all the opponents he met in the spirit wheel realm were defeated by him with a single punch! This man from the Wuyang Department must not be able to withstand Hei Yuan's punch!"

"..."

The clansmen of the Heiman tribe looked at the incomparably tough Hei Yuan on the ring, and talked excitedly.

They decided: Chen Lingyun couldn't even take Heiyuan's punch!
The people of the Wuyang tribe present, seeing Heiyuan's strength and toughness, and listening to the discussion of the Heiman tribe, couldn't help but refute.

"Hmph, no matter how strong Hei Yuan is, he will eventually be defeated by our Mr. Chen!" Chen Xiaohu's chubby little face was full of confidence, and he let out an immature voice.

"Yes, Mr. Chen can knock out the existence of Chen Heyu at the ninth level of the Spiritual Wheel Realm with one punch, and he will definitely defeat this bastard Heiyuan!"

"Mr. Chen will win, Hei Yuan will lose!"

"..."

The tribesmen of the Heiman tribe couldn't help mocking when they heard these words:
"You people from the Wuyang Department, don't brag. How can a martial artist in the spirit wheel realm destroy the physical body of a warrior in the ninth level of the spirit wheel realm?!"

"Haha, Chen Lingyun, the so-called master of the Wuyang Department, will definitely be beaten into a dead dog by our No. 1 Spirit Wheel Realm Hei Yuan!"

Amidst the discussions among the crowd, on the ring stage, Hei Yuan, who was like a bear, was about to attack Chen Lingyun.

At this moment, Chen Lingyun suddenly moved.

He clenched one hand into a fist and the other into an eagle's claw. Four phantoms of spirit wheels appeared around his body, bursting out with dazzling blue light, like a big blue sun appearing on the ring.

(End of this chapter)