The return of the king of Douluo Continent

"But what he said is the truth!" Tang San let out a long breath, "Compared with the big family, even if you try your best, you can't beat the other party by one finger, but... this doesn't mean that you can't win, at least The noble disciples present are not that powerful yet."

boom!

After Tang San finished speaking, he suddenly heard a loud noise on the stage. Even if there was a large formation blocking it, he could still feel the huge power erupting from the stage. That was the aura that could only be emitted by a true Yuan realm powerhouse.

"It's Nangong Changfeng!" Tang San looked at the man on the stage. It was Nangong Changfeng. His opponent was not a nobleman, but also a casual cultivator.

Nangong Changfeng stood on the stage, arrogant to the sky, and shouted to the casual cultivator: "Are you going to get off by yourself, or should I do it myself?"

Nangong Changfeng's power was so powerful that just one shout was enough to frighten the casual cultivator out of fear. The latter's eyes widened and he stood trembling on the spot, how could he think of taking action.

"You are worthy of being the Young General of Mingyue City. With such power, no one in the younger generation can match him!" Everyone was amazed.

Nangong Changfeng stood on the ring and just stared at the casual cultivator. After a while, the latter's legs became weak and he collapsed directly on the ground. Now that he was in the same venue as Nangong Changfeng, he could feel his helplessness. Unparalleled pressure.

"If you are timid before fighting, you will be defeated."

Tang San shook his head and sighed, his eyes full of disappointment. The warrior could only face the difficulties and break through all kinds of obstacles to reach the top. However, if you are timid, it will also cause great obstacles to your practice. In serious cases, it will cause your cultivation to stagnate.

When Ling Lin saw this, he immediately waved his hand, and then a light appeared on the stage, covering the casual cultivator, and took him down with just a flash of light.

"It's really shameful that people like this dare to participate. If the princess marries such an incompetent person, it's really hard to imagine what our Mingyue Empire will look like in the future."

"Cowardly and cowardly man!"

The curses kept ringing out, but the casual cultivator who was scolding was completely useless.

Nangong Changfeng was condescending, staring at Tang San, and then he stretched out a finger and raised it slightly. This look was obviously a provocation.

Then everyone's eyes fell on Tang San, with sympathy, joking, and reluctance.

"It's really not the right choice to become enemies with Nangong Changfeng." Someone thought secretly.

After that, the next contest began. It was also between the nobles and the casual cultivators. The result was very obvious. The casual cultivators were defeated. Therefore, it was like this for seven consecutive games. The casual cultivators were completely defeated and the nobles were victorious.

Tang San held the No. 8 red lottery in his hand, his eyes flashing, and murmured: "There must be something wrong with this bullshit lottery. Among the fifty contestants, including me, there are eight casual cultivators. As a result, all the first seven games were Rogue cultivators, and every battle is between rogue cultivators and aristocratic children, this is going to push the rogue cultivators to their death!"

Tang San stared at Ling Lin with cold eyes, it must be this bitch's fault, otherwise it would be impossible to have the current situation.

"It's your turn." Han Yiyi signaled to Tang San, and Tang San nodded, thinking about who his opponent would be. Following Ling Lin's urging, Tang San flashed and stood on the stage.

"It's...that guy, ninth level of Pulse Forging Realm..."

"It's ridiculous. That kind of person dares to compete on stage and is not afraid of dying on the stage. Do they really think they are so strong that they can do whatever they want?"

"Humph, I really didn't know that the words "sky and earth" are written like this!"

As soon as Tang San came on stage, he immediately attracted countless curses, most of which were mocking Tang San for being too arrogant and low-level. Nangong Changfeng looked at Tang San jokingly and murmured: "Originally, I planned to deal with you personally, but now It seems there’s no need for me to take action.”

"Let's see who his opponent will be..."

"No matter who it is, he will definitely lose!"

As everyone mocked, another person also stepped onto the ring. Tang San slowly raised his eyes, looked at his opponent, his eyes were calm, and he said in a light voice: "It's really you, Murong Yun."

"It seems that you are not surprised. Aren't you afraid that I will kill you here?"

Murong Yun grinned with murderous intent. He also had great hatred for Tang San. When Tang San first came to Mingyue City, he slapped him in the face, which Murong Yun could never forget.

"Stop talking nonsense and let's do it!" Tang San took a step, his spiritual energy surged, and a powerful force emitted.

"Hmph, what we are fighting for now is the spiritual energy foundation. You have brute strength, but it is still useless!" Murong Yun took a step forward, spiritual energy surged, wrapped around his fist, and was extremely powerful.

Although Murong Yun was not as good as the children of the other two major families, his own level was far superior to Tang San, so he was very confident and could defeat Tang San with one move.

"Drink!" Murong Yun took the initiative. He raised his arm, and his palm turned into a sharp knife and slashed towards Tang San's shoulder. A white light cut through the void and appeared on Tang San's shoulder in an instant.

"Watch me cripple your arm with one move!" Murong Yun shouted violently. When his palm fell, Tang San swerved slightly and put his hands directly behind his back. Everyone watching this scene was filled with shock. This Tang San, so arrogant!

boom!

Murong Yun's palm directly struck the void, and there was a sound of breaking through the air. The palm force was extremely strong, but Tang San was not afraid at all. When he reached out with his palm, it was as fast as a spiritual snake and directly grasped Murong Yun's wrist.

"Get out of here!"

Murong Yun shouted angrily, trying to break free from Tang San's hand, but no matter how hard he tried, Tang San's hand would not move at all, like a heavy mountain, tightly strangling his wrist, making it impossible for him to do anything with all his strength. Move it out of the way.

"If you don't even believe in your own strength, I really don't know what to believe." Tang San snorted coldly, and lightly grasped his hand. The force of 150,000 kilograms almost crushed Murong Yun's wrist.

"Ah!" Murong Yun's face turned red and he roared like a beast, obviously due to pain.

"Now, do you still dare to say that your strength is useless?" Tang San shouted, and with a flick of his arm, he directly lifted Murong Yun up. Murong Yun jumped into the air with his feet and kept shouting, but it was of no use at all.

When everyone saw this scene, they all froze on the spot. The situation didn't seem to be developing right. Murong Yun was supposed to be the one who crushed Tang San. Why was the situation reversed now?

"Murong Yun is no match for Tang San." Chu Yuqiu looked at the ring and said with a smile.

"This boy is born with divine power. He can crush Murong Yun with his physical strength alone. He doesn't need to use his spiritual power at all." Nangong Xing also commented.

The smile in Li Molong's eyes became even greater, and he admired Tang San more and more. Maybe others couldn't see Tang San's strength, but he, Li Molong, could. After cultivating his soul power to a certain level, his perception would be much sharper than through spiritual power.

"This kid has hidden his realm. If you don't observe carefully, you may not be able to find it at all." Li Molong said with a smile.

"Oh? Is that so?" Everyone in the Qingyu Arena was surprised. This time, even Chu Tianwen was slightly moved.