Chapter 282 Times Have Changed, Sad and Desperate

Tang Chen's words made the scene quiet again.

Then, roars of laughter rose into the sky like a mountain eruption.

"Who does he think he is? A saint? How dare he let Senior Brother Gongxiu take action first!"

"This kid thought that after defeating Lan Teng and Lan Xiao, he would be able to despise everything. Little did he know that he was already in trouble."

"Senior Brother Gongxiu, please quickly show this boy what a true genius is!"

Both the people in the Outer Palace and the Inner Palace clan members became sarcastic.

In all these years, they had never seen anyone better than Ramgunsho.

To them and to Bingluan Shrine, Langongxiu is the most representative peerless genius, as proud as a supreme being.

"Things that don't know the heights of the sky!"

The elders of the Three Meridians looked annoyed. It was really annoying that a small human race dared to look down on Lan Gongxiu.

Lan Xing was not angry, but looked at Tang Chen with some surprise.

"The attitude is calm and there is no pride at all. It doesn't look like he is trying to show off his strength."

He observed Tang Chen carefully and had a completely new understanding of this young man.

Only the Yin-Yang clan members did not speak, their eyes full of worry.

Lan Xiyue bit her silver teeth lightly and said loudly: "Young Master, be careful."

She knew how powerful Langong Xiu was.

It is no exaggeration to say that Langongxiu is enough to compete for the position of clan leader, and no one can shake his position.

Tang Chen smiled lightly and said, "No problem."

Lan Gongxiu's eyes darkened, and he shouted coldly: "I will follow your words, I hope you won't regret it!"

boom!

In an instant, Lang Gongxiu waved his hand, and the Frost Spirit Taoist body showed its supreme power as if it could be frozen for thousands of years.

The frost was vast and spreading in all directions. Everything was covered in white frost and it was extremely cold.

Countless people's teeth were cold and trembling, desperately using their spiritual energy to resist.

"Wanlingshuang Divine Spear!"

Lang Gongxiu looked up to the sky and roared, controlling the climate. Thousands of frost-white crystal spears gathered above the arena, falling endlessly.

This kind of offensive demonstrates the horror of the Frost Spirit Taoist body, and the environment and killing techniques are his must-kill methods.

When the people of the Bingluan tribe saw this, they couldn't help but raise their heads proudly.

In their eyes, Tang Chen was defeated.

"Five fingers move the universe."

Under the crystal gun, Tang Chen's posture was leisurely, with no look of panic. Instead, he stretched out his palm, and his fingers made ripples in the void.

A rumble sounded.

In an instant, spiritual energy surged into the sky like a vast sea, the wind and clouds changed color, the heaven and earth shook, and five fingers evolved, like the palm of an ancient giant probing the fog from the past years.

The giant finger seemed to control the world. With a slight movement, thousands of frost-white crystal spears dissipated like dust mist.

Everyone present looked horrified, and this wave of fluctuation actually made them feel suffocated.

puff!

Lan Gongxiu couldn't bear the power of Dahuang Prisoner's Heavenly Finger, his eyes trembled, and he spit out blood with a cry.

Finally, it collapsed to the ground, forming a huge, bottomless pit.

Tang Chen, who was as holy as a god king, met the shocked eyes of everyone around him and said depressedly: "That's it? Gone again?"

Click!

The elders of the Bingluan Tribe on the high platform had their chairs shattered, and they all fell to the ground dumbfounded.

The number one genius in their clan was defeated like this?

"Impossible, how could my idol, Brother Gongxiu, lose!"

"Brother Gongxiu said that he will kill all enemies in front of him. This...there must be something wrong with this!"

"Brother Gongxiu is the unparalleled genius who wants to lead the Bingluan tribe to become the first tribe in the North Plains. He will not lose!"

The people of the Bingluan Tribe cried, as if their faith had collapsed, and they let out hysterical shouts.

Inside the huge pit.

Lang Gongxiu was covered in blood and looked extremely miserable.

He lay stupidly in the gravel, wondering if he was dreaming.

"You brat, are you going to lose here? You are going to be my brother!"

The voice of Hanming Shen Diao came from the earrings, awakening Lang Gongxiu.

"Indeed, I can't lose anymore!"

Lang Gongxiu gave a low drink, slowly stood up from the pit, and stared at Tang Chen with a fierce look on his face.

At this moment, a roar like a mountain roaring and a tsunami rang out from the inner palace.

All the disciples of Bingluan Shrine were in tears.

They suddenly saw the rise of the proud future Ice Immortal, enough to break the shackles of the Immortal Fall in the Cangxuan Realm!

"Gongxiu!"

"Brother Gongxiu!"

…

The shouts continued, igniting the blood of countless people.

Tang Chen smiled.

He was too familiar with this script.

It's a pity that these people don't know that times have changed...

"It's strange. It's natural for an upright person to be loved by everyone. But this guy bullies the Yin and Yang veins and even annexes them. Why is he still so respected?"

Tang Chen was a little confused.

"Master Diao, lend me your power temporarily!"

Lang Gongxiu said with a cruel smile, he was never willing to lose to Tang Chen.

Han Ming Shen Diao chuckled and said: "I just like your fierce temperament!"

Buzz!

Under the eyes of countless people crying, a dark blue aurora erupted from Lang Gongxiu's body, and his combat power soared crazily!

The seventh level of real life!

Real eightfold!

The ninth level of real life!

His realm broke through like crazy. In the end, he was almost touching the realm of a saint before he stopped.

A half-step saint!

I don't know how many people took a breath of air.

This secret method of increasing combat power is absolutely rare in the world.

Lang Gongxiu clenched his hands, feeling the infinite power emerging, and the corner of his mouth raised a proud arc.

"It's over, it's all over now!"

Lan Xiaohe shouted anxiously.

Lan Yu and Lan Xiyue were even more worried. If this battle continued, Tang Chen would be in danger.

"Don't worry, my master has even killed saints."

The lion silk rose jade arms were folded across her chest, making her plump chest look extremely great, and her right eye blinked playfully a few times.

"ah?"

The three girls, Lan Siyue, were so frightened that they almost fainted.

They opened their beautiful eyes wide and looked at Shi Lingmei, then at Tang Chen, with extremely complicated expressions.

In the arena.

Tang Chen flicked his sleeves with his fingers, shook his head and said, "Is this all you have to rely on? To be honest, I'm quite disappointed."

"Disappointed? I'll let you know what despair means later!"

Seeing that Tang Chen was still so calm, Lan Gongxiu couldn't help but get angry.

boom!

Frost falls from the sky and everything becomes cold.

Lang Gongxiu's body seemed to transform into an ancient frost giant at this moment, rising in the wind, and finally became as majestic as a mountain peak.

"Great Cold Spirit Cactus!"

His voice is like thunder, echoing across the sky.

The giant ice hand danced across the sky, covering every inch of the void with frost, and struck directly at Tang Chen who looked like an ant below.

Tang Chen, on the other hand, slowly closed his eyes.

He didn't even take out the Black Mysterious Immortal Sword, and instead pointed to the sword, a wisp of annihilation aura bloomed around him.

"cut."

He whispered a word and commanded the sword.

Extinguish the sword light and chop everything into pieces!

Wow!

The frost giant-like Lang Gongxiu was swept by the sword light from top to bottom, and the Taoist body of the Frost Spirit Taoist body was chopped into pieces.

He vomited blood as if struck by lightning and hit the ground heavily.

The cheering voices that were still cheering suddenly stopped, and the people of Bingluan Shrine were like quacking ducks being strangled by their necks.

Uncomfortable and hopeless.