
But then came the day his master was defeated, there was not even hope for revenge.
Such a gap was no different from a ravine…
Tao Danniang should have gone wild with joy seeing Yan Song's shattered spirit.
But it never came. Each new wave drove higher than its predecessor, which died on a sandy beach.
Didn't Yan Song's defeat mark the end of their grandmaster alchemist generation?
The world will be a mess. A warrior of the new generation was already standing on their corpses, breaking the foundation of the new age.
Turning to Tan Wen Hong next to him, Tao Danniang was grateful.
Fortune helps them to have him as Drifting Flowers Edifice…
Long Jiu and the others watched everything while sighing.
“Damn it, it really knows how to act. He said it was unclear that he could lose against the Vicious Pill King.
And the end result? Not only did he win, but he got a very perfect victory!
And not only a perfect victory, but destroyed it thoroughly!”
Xie Tianyang could not resist the curse to the high heavens despite being shocked, “For the sake of Gods, just look at the Vicious Pill King. He made his life feared by that brat .. Even I feel sorry for him!
Long Jiu nodded seriously, “That boy is very cruel. He would not let the others have anything left.
A perfect single grade 8 pill was more than enough to win it by a landslide,
but he went so far as to make another 18 pills, delivering a fatal blow to the Vicious Pill King.
I'm afraid he may never recover from this trauma as long as he lives.”
“You talk about ... demon heart?” Xie Tianyang raised an eyebrow.
Nodding, Long Jiu's eyes flashed, “Even without it, he might never be able to refine a high-grade pill in his life. The brat's ruthless revenge frightened everyone! ”
They all have to nod because of it.
“Then the Pill King of this Hundred Pills Meeting is ..”
As the crowd rambled, Xiao Ya pointed at Tan Wen Hong while shouting. However, before he could finish, a quick step sounded approaching.
Tan Wen Hong slowly and calmly walked towards the middle stage. Xiao Ya surprised, “Song Grandmaster, what ..”
“Only I have the right to declare myself as Pill King!”
Throwing that casual sentence, Tan Wen Hong did not even look at him and walked past him.
The crowd was amazed again,
He has the aura of a king! He was without a doubt the Pill King of this generation!
Xiao Ya suddenly forgot that she was the judge here and blushed a little.
He was so immersed in Tan Wen Hong's talent that he forgot to do his job.
Xie Tianyang sighed with envy, “He is an expert in the air. When will I get the chance to do the same, I wonder? Just one time I asked. ”
Under the chaotic cries from around him, Tan Wen Hong arrived in front of the stage. He gulped when he saw the wooden box and a burden fell from his heart.
Chu Qingtian, wearing your robe until this point, I can rest easy to say that I have returned your brother's debt.
Tan Wen Hong let his robe fall and walked on the stage.
People are filled with silence. They saw the robe spread out on the stage stairs and the words on it and were moved.
“Dropping paradise .. Pills!”
It all started with a murmur, but soon developed into a deafening roar.
They all started to clench their fists and join in,
“Pil Rollers Heaven, Pill Rollers Heaven, Pill Rollers Heaven.
just this title, the Heaven Refining Pill, matched Grandmaster Song's genius.
Chu Qingcheng closed his mouth, his eyes filled with tears.
People referred to Tan Wen Hong as the Heaven Refining Pill, but it was actually Chu Qingtian's wish.
Tan Wen Hong had replaced his younger brother and fulfilled his precious wish.
His eyes on her now contained a deeper love.
Vicious Pill King was dazed when he heard the roar and saw the four words on the stage stairs.
He seemed to cry and laugh, “Pil that dropped heaven.
I never thought there was a man in this world who would use these words. Qingtian, I have lost today in his hands, and yours.”.
Vicious Pill King seemed to have lost it. But his eyes seemed to realize something as they became clearer …
Taking a deep breath, Tan Wen Hong felt calm, despite the turmoil in his ears.
He did not see the robe anymore, for it no longer swayed to him.
He did what he had to do. He paid for the good he had. And now followed by his real purpose.
Tan Wen Hong's eyes became colder and grabbed the wooden box on the base.
But with a sudden voice, a golden fist caught him off guard, “Punk, you are far from worthy to take Bodhi Root!”
“Be careful!” Chu Qingcheng paled at the danger he faced, but his warning came too late.
The iron fist smashed into Tan Wen Hong's chest.
Tan Wen Hong's eyes suddenly turned violent! Her acting as Song Yu was done. Now, now,
it was time for the Demon King, Tan Wen Hong, to re-enter the world…
wusss~
Tan Wen Hong disappeared the next moment. Huangpu Qingyun's heart was in distress. How could a Bone Tempering child escape his sneak attack?
Thunder rolled over and Huangpu Qingyun's heart froze, feeling the danger of crawling over her.
His only reaction was to slightly tilt his head.
Whooshing sound!
A flash of lightning streaked past his face, spitting out blood. Huangpu Qingyun's forehead was drenched in sweat.
He had a keen sense of danger, otherwise his head would be rolled off his shoulders.
Bam!
He might have avoided the killing blow, but the hammer blow was shot into his stomach.
He felt pain all the way to his marrow as if a cannon was fired at him.
With a rumble, he flew back and made a three-meter-wide hole in the wall of the Floating Flower Arena.
Everything happens in an instant. It was unclear how he was even attacked, only to eventually end up through the wall.
The chuckles on the people in the eastern stands froze.
What the hell is going on? How did Huangpu Qingyun lose when she had greater strength, when she was the one who benefited?
His opponent was only a Bone Tempering child!
Surprised, people looked towards the center of the stage only to feel their faces twitching.
Tan Wen Hong stood there in all her splendor, with Lightning Wings flickering behind her.
His legs were still high, the obvious reason behind Huangpu Qingyun's setback.
That wing, maybe…