I, Ye Chen, turned out to be a top expert

Tang Xue, Xiao Ya and the others clenched their fists at this moment, wishing they could beat these people who were above Haoran to death. However, reason told them that they were no match for them. Even if they activated their acquired spiritual treasures, they were still no match for the God King Zhang Heng. Their eyes were filled with anger, and they wished they could tear Zhang Heng to pieces.

Zhang Heng swept his eyes across the entire arena, and seeing those people who were angry but dared not speak out, a smug look appeared on his face. Zhang Heng stood on the stage with a look of arrogance and contempt. In Zhang Heng's eyes, these people were ants, not worthy of his attention. Moreover, Zhang Heng seemed to enjoy the scene in front of him, as if the other party's anger but not daring to speak out could bring him pleasure.

However, Zhang Heng also felt that at this moment, countless eyes fell on He Wushen. The eyes of these people were full of hope. Although Zhang Heng was arrogant and full of disdain for these people in the second sky, at this moment, Zhang Heng took another look at He Wushen. Although Zhang Heng was arrogant, he was not stupid.

"He Wushen, if you want to spar with me, then show your strength. Only if you are strong enough, you will be qualified to fight with me!"

"Otherwise, if you can't even get onto the ring, then we'll end the competition early!"

“My time is precious!”

Zhang Heng's words were full of provocation.

A hint of chill appeared in Xiao Ya's eyes. Although she was afraid of Zhang Heng, she could hardly hold back the anger in her heart at this moment. In Xiao Ya's eyes, He Wushen was Ye Chen's disciple. In Xiao Ya's view, anything, matter or object related to Ye Chen was not to be violated.

"Damn it! Haoran is known as the authentic Confucianism and the source of Confucianism. Every Confucian scholar calls himself a scholar and is extremely concerned about etiquette. Today, it seems that all of this is fake. A bunch of hypocrites. Such people are not even as good as the rough man. At least the rough man is much more polite than him!"

"If you dare to kill Wushen, then today, even if it means risking my life, I will splatter his blood all over him."

Xiao Ya was angry at this moment.

He Wushen didn't show any anger when facing the arrogant Zhang Heng. Instead, he appeared polite and said to Zhang Heng with a smile, "Haoran is known as the orthodox Confucianism and Taoism. Moreover, the God King has come from afar and is a guest. We always pay attention to etiquette and are not the rough men of the primitive world."

"Since the Divine King has raised his opinion, and it makes sense, after all, as the Divine King said, if we can't even step onto the ring under the opponent's pressure, then what's the point of even talking about sparring?"

"He Wushen, just meet the conditions of the God King!"

At this moment, He Wushen looked gentle and elegant, as if he didn't see Zhang Heng's provocation.

"Humph!"

"You're quite sensible!"

In the area where Haoran existed, the middle-aged man dressed as a servant snorted coldly with a mocking look on his face.

It seemed that in his eyes, Haoran should be so high and mighty, and people like Li Shanhe Wushen should bend their backs.

Zhang Heng smiled and said, "You're quite good. I'm very satisfied. If you can step onto the ring, I can promise not to kill you and will spare your life!"

Zhang Heng, as arrogant and insolent as ever.

As the voice fell, a book appeared in Zhang Heng's hand. It seemed that all the beings above Haoran liked to make their own divine weapons into the shape of books.

Zhang Heng slowly turned the page of the book. At this moment, on the page Zhang Heng opened, there was a word shining with golden light, "Thunder".

"go with!"

Zhang Heng waved his hand, and at that moment, the words on the page of the book instantly appeared above the ring. The moment the words appeared, the extremely terrifying power of thunder and lightning instantly enveloped the ring. The power of thunder and lightning seemed to be able to destroy all living things. The rumbling sound made some people bleed from all seven orifices and pass out.

Zhang Heng was like the Lord of Thunder.

Zhang Heng, holding a book in his arms, was now suspended in the air, standing above the arena. He looked like the Lord of Thunder, commanding countless bolts of lightning. He said with a look of arrogance, "Thunders of Heaven and Earth, obey my command. The thunder tribulation has descended, and this place has become a restricted area. Anyone who trespasses will be destroyed."

Zhang Heng's voice rang in everyone's ears at this moment. Even the most powerful Xiao Ya turned pale at this moment.

Xiao Ya only sensed it with her soul power, but before the soul power got close, she was injured by the extremely terrifying power of thunder. The domineering power of thunder made Xiao Ya change color at this moment.

"master!"

"Can He Wushen win?"

"Zhang Heng, who is at the Divine King level, combined with the means above Haoran, is too terrifying. This is the Origin Divine Text!"

At this moment, Tang Xue's face showed a hint of shock, and her beautiful eyes were fixed on Zhang Heng in the void. Today, Tang Xue truly witnessed the power of the original force.

"Is this the method of the Divine King realm?"

The disciples who were still awake in the thatched cottage all showed uneasiness in their eyes. The magical powers displayed by Zhang Heng were too terrifying.

It was as if once you entered the sea of ​​thunder, you had stepped into the gate of hell.

"He Wushen, right? Are you sure you can step onto the ring and fight me?"

"If you are afraid of death, you can kneel down now and admit defeat!" Zhang Heng felt the frightened gazes of the crowd and became even more proud. He thought these people were just a bunch of bumpkins who were scared to death.

At this moment, Li Shan looked at Zhang Heng in the void and frowned slightly, but soon, a hint of sarcasm appeared at the corner of his mouth. The means used by Zhang Heng were indeed very special and extremely powerful, but it did not mean that they could not be broken. Moreover, Li Shan knew He Wushen's magical powers and swordsmanship. The more unruly Zhang Heng was at this moment, the more embarrassed he would be later.

Moreover, Li Shan knew that He Wushen was not someone to be trifled with. Not only did He Wushen practice Confucianism and Taoism, he also held the title of Confucian Sword King. The sword often represented killing.

"Senior, let me try!"

"If you give up without trying, your faith will be broken!"

At this moment, He Wushen seemed to be really fearful, with an elegant smile on his lips.

"Humph!"

"Then try it!"

Zhang Heng saw that He Wushen had an elegant smile on his face, and a hint of coldness appeared at the corner of his mouth. In Zhang Heng's opinion, He Wushen should be very nervous at this moment. An ant had no right to be so calm in front of him, Zhang Heng.

At this moment, He Wushen walked towards the ring step by step.

At this moment, He Wushen activated his literary talent and chanted "The enemy is destroyed."

Lang Sheng said: "Your majesty forces people to come here without their consent, the dragon and the phoenix soar with such momentum that it is hard to stop them. The flowers in the hall intoxicate three thousand guests, and the frost of one sword chills fourteen states."

With every word that sounded, the mighty divine power on He Wushen's body became stronger. The moment the Fourteen States of Frost sounded, the mighty divine power condensed and turned into a magical weapon, heading towards the sea of ​​thunder covering the arena. The sword light was so dazzling that the sky and the earth were eclipsed.