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Chapter 9 Wang Mian's Challenge, Victory In Two Moves

"No!"

"We can't let this Wang family's divine infant grow up, otherwise, who else can compete with him?"

"We must kill him before he is fully grown."

In the Qilin Cave, an old ancestor of the Qilin clan woke up and ordered the guards immediately.

As one of the forbidden places that has fought with the Wang family for countless years.

Their Qilin son has sealed himself for 100,000 years.

This life was born.

It is to fight for the only destiny and prove the Great Emperor!

All obstacles must be cleared.

Now seeing Wang Teng bring out the Godfiend Heaven-suppressing Monument and hit a million pounds of blood and qi, he can no longer hold the coffin lid.

If it weren't for his huge consumption of vitality, he would definitely go and kill Wang Teng himself.

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Shenhuang Ridge. "The prince of the Wang family has some tricks."

"Feng'er, the fight for destiny in this life will be a hundred times more intense than before."

"Especially this prince of the Wang family, he will be your biggest enemy on the road to becoming an emperor."

"You must practice well and try to get rid of him before he develops."

The patriarch of the Immortal Phoenix clan said earnestly.

What he just said.

It was to his own Divine Maiden beside him.

"Don't worry, patriarch."

"When the Myriad Races Conference begins, I will defeat the prince of the Wang family in front of everyone."

Feng Yanran bit her red lips and promised.

The name outlined by the golden pattern on the sky seemed to have become a difficult hurdle she had to overcome.

If she didn't defeat Wang Teng.

She couldn't become a female emperor.

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At the same time.

Wang family, martial arts field.

After Wang Teng's name topped the list, the Godfiend Heaven-Suppressing Monument gradually dissipated.

The world returned to its original tranquility.

"My little ancestor."

"You are so proud. I have never seen a force of one million kilograms of blood and qi."

The Seventh Ancestor ignored his own image and hugged Wang Teng and loved him.

The corners of his mouth were almost grinning to the back of his head.

At this time, Wang Mian in the martial arts field tried to divert the attention of the bet.

He stepped forward and bowed unconvinced.

"Ancestor, I want to challenge the emperor's son."

Challenge?

The Seventh Ancestor's good mood disappeared instantly.

It was like a fly got into his mouth.

He knew clearly what bad things these children in the family were holding in their hearts.

Just when he was about to get angry.

Wang Teng in his arms, with his delicate little hand, pulled the Seventh Ancestor's collar.

Said innocently.

"Seventh Ancestor, I accept his challenge."

"I haven't fought with others yet. I want to try my strength to see if I can beat him."

That's it.

The Seventh Ancestor just had to obey Wang Teng.

Then he waved his hand, and the elders in charge of the force-measuring monument understood it immediately.

He pinched out another spell in his hand.

Buzz~

With a loud bang, a round battle platform suddenly appeared above the martial arts arena.

Seeing this, Wang Mian thought that his evil plan had succeeded.

He jumped up with a whoosh.

"Emperor's son, please."

He pretended to be a gentleman and waved to Wang Teng.

Little did he know.

What kind of pain he would face next.

Tap~ Tap~ Tap~

Wang Teng stepped on the lotus of the Great Dao, and his little feet fluttered back and forth in the air.

He also jumped up with a whoosh.

"Emperor's son."

"Although you have broken through the extreme realm of strength and your physical strength has reached one million pounds, you are still in the Blood Channeling Realm after all."

"And I have been sealed for countless years, and my realm is still in the Ninth Layer of the Spiritual Transformation Realm. The gap is too big."

"How about this, I will let you three moves, and you will never fight back within three moves."

Wang Mian was very confident.

Seeing that he looked down on his two-and-a-half-year-old cultivation, Wang Teng didn't bother to be polite with him.

He just waved his fist.

He swung at Wang Mian.

"Hey... Hey..."

This babyish battle scene instantly melted the female tribesmen below.

"Wow, the prince is so cute."

"I really want to pinch his cheeks, he's so cute."

One female tribesman said excitedly with a crazy look on her face.

"Besides, the prince's face is so white."

"I can't help but want to go up and kiss him."

Another female tribesman was filled with maternal love, holding her face and blurting out.

It was like seeing Hakimi.

On the battle stage.

"Prince, you can't hit me with this punch."

Wang Mian seemed to have a sure win, and said happily.

Then.

He closed his eyes, and when Wang Teng's little fist was about to come, his body shifted 45 degrees to the left confidently.

I thought he could dodge this punch.

Who knew.

Bang——

A sound of cartilage breaking made Wang Mian's eyes ache.

"Ah, ah, ah..."

Wang Mian fell to the ground, rolling back and forth.

His balls were broken.

That's right.

Wang Teng didn't hit his body at all, but aimed at the root of the family lineage.

He used a million pounds of physical strength.

Just thinking about it makes people's anus tighten.

"Hehe!"

"Little guy, let me see if you still look down on me."

"Let you be so arrogant here, now you feel comfortable."

Wang Teng touched his nose and thought to himself.

Who would have thought.

He is a two-and-a-half-year-old child, and he doesn't play by the rules at all.

Specializes in the lower three routes.

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After knocking Wang Mian down with one punch.

Wang Teng adheres to the principle of taking advantage of his illness to kill him.

Flutter~

His body jumped high, then fell at a high speed, and sat on Wang Mian's legs.

This time.

He used the blood and qi power of Desolate Ancient Saint Body.

The powerful blood and qi like a dragon made Wang Teng's free fall reach the extreme speed.

Crack——

No surprise.

Wang Mian's legs were broken by sitting.

"Ah... my legs..."

He straightened his back in pain, not caring about the injury to his vitals.

He wanted to fight back and shake off Wang Teng.

"What?"

"Didn't you agree to let me have three moves? This is only the first move, and you want to fight back?"

These two sentences made Wang Mian speechless.

He looked up and looked around.

All the tribesmen were staring at him. If he went back on his word again.

He would not be able to survive in the future.

"I... I..."

He wanted to cry but had no tears.

It was really a dumb person eating coptis chinensis and couldn't say the pain.

It was more uncomfortable than eating dog shit.

If he could do it again, he would rather eat dog shit in public than compete with Wang Teng again.

This is good.

He was disabled after two moves.

Seeing Wang Teng raise his fist again, Wang Mian shouted immediately.

"I admit defeat, I admit defeat..."

"Emperor's son, I admit defeat, stop fighting."

As soon as the voice fell.

Wang Teng clapped his hands and jumped off his legs with disdain.

The arena shook three times.

Afterwards, after the elders announced that Wang Teng had won, they took the injured Wang Mian to treatment.

After this battle.

No one dared to look down on Wang Teng anymore.

At least before he grew taller, the male members of the Wang family did not dare to challenge him.