Chapter 1209: A Dead Duck Mouths a Hard

"How come your fighting power has become so much stronger in just one month?

Are you a pervert or did you take some magical medicine?"

He Shen took out a few pills and swallowed them fiercely. There was disbelief in his eyes and he doubted his life.

"Take another blow from me and I'll tell you!"

Lu Chen waited until his condition returned to its peak, and then he rushed to attack with his sword.

The previous blow had lost a lot of sword power because it chopped off He Shen's long mace. The remaining sword power was only enough to injure He Shen, but not to chopped off He Shen's body, which was quite regrettable.

So, Lu Chen was eager to chop again to prevent complications.

"Come on, let me see how you chop?"

He Shen sneered, then hugged his injured body and rolled off the ring in a mess.

"Car!"

"Oh my god, he actually escaped!"

"It turns out that he is a stubborn person who can't stand a fight at all!"

"What a coward!"

There was a burst of boos at the scene, and countless eyes fell on He Shen, showing contempt.

"I just missed, why are you booing?"

"Victory and defeat are common in the military, do you understand?"

"You are all talking without any pain in your waist, come up and fight if you have the guts!"

He Shen was very annoyed when he heard the boos around him, and he actually fought back like this.

"He Shen, don't talk, go and heal your wounds quickly."

The Great Master of Cang Yu led his people to run over and hugged He Shen to the rest area.

"He Shen, swallow this pill, it will make your injuries recover faster!"

Beside the Great Master of Cang Yu, there was a man in a robe and a hood, who took out a golden pill and stuffed it into He Shen's hand.

The man's hood was pulled down so low that he couldn't even see his face clearly, but He Shen knew who he was.

That person is none other than Cang Yu Patriarch!

He Shen's master!

"Master, I..."

He Shen faced his master with a look of shame on his face.

"Lu Chen's combat skills are of a very high level. I think they are at least mid-level Heavenly Rank. It's not unfair that you lost to a high-level combat skill."

Cang Yu Patriarch said.

"But I am four realms higher than him. Even if he has a Heavenly Rank upper-level combat skill, he can't beat me, right?"

He Shen was not convinced and puzzled. "His realm is so low, how could the power of his combat skills hurt me?"

"I am not sure about this, but his sword power is indeed stronger than yours!"

Cang Yu Patriarch sighed.

"Master, my disciple lost miserably. I don't think he will be favored by the big forces."

He Shen's face was pale and depressed.

He was fifty years old, and this was not the first time he participated in the selection competition, but many times.

His goal was to enter the big forces in Zhongzhou. It can be said that he would not enter unless it was a big force or a small force.

However, he had never been favored by the big forces in the selection competitions, otherwise he would not have stayed in the East Wilderness until he was fifty years old.

In this selection competition, he thought that his competitor, Ning Feng of the Xianlie Sect, was unexpectedly defeated by Lu Chen as soon as he appeared on the stage. He was unwilling to accept that his beautiful ideal had fallen into Lu Chen's hands.

Originally, he wanted to kill Lu Chen and avenge the martial arts prodigy and the great elder of the sect.

Unexpectedly, he could not kill Lu Chen, and was almost slashed by Lu Chen with a knife. In order to save his life, he rolled off the stage in a mess, losing all his face.

His performance today was very bad. How could the big forces in Zhongzhou look down on him?

"Three big forces have come to Zhongzhou this time, you still have a chance!"

Ancestor Cangyu looked up and glanced at the sky, and then said, "At the very least, you must join a small force. You are old and there is no time to wait."

"Master, you are a saint, and the one above is also a saint. Can't you go up and help your disciple to speak in front of the person in charge of the big force?"

He Shen asked.

"The saints in Zhongzhou are arrogant and look down on the saints in the region. Generally, they will not buy into my account."

Ancestor Cangyu shook his head and said, "What's more, the saints above are higher than my master. I am inferior to them. It's useless to go up and speak for me. They only have strong people in their eyes and will not pay attention to my master."

"So, I can only wait?"

He Shen asked.

"It can only be like this!"

Ancestor Cangyu said helplessly.

"Lu Chen wins!"

The referee announced that the game was over.

"Lu Chen of Xuantian Dao Sect is indeed a son of a genius, with boundless fighting power!"

"Sure enough, when Lu Chen killed Gan Xi, he relied on his strength, not the advantage of the minefield!"

"Lu Chen was able to kill the Azure Sky Venerable, has he reached the fighting power of the Golden Body Venerable?"

"That's not necessarily true. Lu Chen's fighting power is very abnormal, but it has not yet reached the level of the Golden Body Venerable!"

"There is a huge difference between the Golden Body Venerable and the Azure Sky Venerable. Ten Azure Sky Venerables are not the opponents of one Golden Body Venerable. There is no comparison."

"Although Lu Chen has not reached the level of the Golden Body Venerable's fighting power, he can barely take a few moves from the Golden Body Venerable, right?"

"It should be possible. He can take five moves from an ordinary Golden Body Venerable!"

"No, I think he can take ten moves!"

The crowd cheered and talked about it, and Lu Chen was compared with the Golden Body Venerable.

In the clouds, the saints were silent, and there was no discussion.

Because, He Shen, whom they had high hopes for, was defeated miserably and lost all his dignity, even rolling off the stage, which made them feel like they had been slapped in the face.

And Lu Chen, who they had expected to kill, actually defeated He Shen with one sword and almost killed He Shen. This kind of fighting power was beyond their expectations.

Lu Chen left a deep impression on them, and Lu Chen also registered in their hearts, but they still did not extend an olive branch to Lu Chen, but said that they wanted to see Lu Chen's subsequent performance.

Lu Chen carried a long sword and walked down the ring depressed, completely ignoring the discussions of the people around him.

He Shen actually ignored his identity and face and rolled down the ring to save his life. He must be happy.

This is the best opportunity to kill He Shen. He Shen will have no chance in the future when he goes to Zhongzhou.

Just based on He Shen's realm, the big forces may not necessarily accept him, but those small forces will definitely flock to him.

"Xuantian disciple Lu Chen, you fight well, you will be my main competitor!"

Suddenly, someone in the crowd said so.

Lu Chen looked up and saw that it was Ning Feng who was talking to him.

Moreover, Ning Feng did not have the arrogance of a strong man, his face was only serious, and he stared at him closely.

Ning Feng was the young ancestor of the Xian Lie Sect, and also the strongest disciple of the Xian Lie Sect, but when Lu Chen thought of the Xian Lie ancestor and the Xian Lie Grand Master, he felt a little unhappy.

It was okay that the Xian Lie ancestor fooled him, but he wanted to kill him.

But the Xian Lie Grand Master was much more insidious, and wanted him to die directly!

So, when he looked at Ning Feng, he was not happy with him.