Chapter 1142: An explanation (Part 1)
As everyone knew, the power of the physical body was a power that was naturally produced after the body became strong. It had never been heard of being able to settle out on its own.
However, everything that happened in front of him subverted what ordinary people knew.
Xia qingchen sighed in admiration. as expected of the cultivation technique of an ancient God. It does have some outstanding aspects.
Just the ability to settle the power of the body was something that the other martial arts techniques of the gods had never had before.
Xia qingchen only felt that his body was extremely warm, especially his abdomen. It was as if there were several tens of streams of heat flowing about, bringing about a strong sense of warmth as they circulated.
His body also felt unprecedentedly powerful, as if he could shatter mountains with a wave of his hand and destroy rivers with a lift of his foot.
Of course, he also felt extremely weak and exhausted.
After experiencing the inhuman torture of connecting the meridians and twisting the small meridians, his body looked fine on the outside, but the inside of his body was extremely weak. He could barely stand up and could not even do any vigorous exercise.
He panted lightly and used a little more strength, but he could feel the tearing pain in his lungs.
âAs expected, itâs too early to be happy.â Xia qingchen had a self-mocking smile on his face. Although he had successfully cultivated the first internal storage space, the price he had to pay was truly a little too great.
At the very least, his body would be in a weak state before dawn.
âFortunately, it wonât delay tomorrowâs martial arts competition.â Xia qingchen slowly closed his eyes and seized the time to recover his body. After cultivating the âBuddha skin and evil bonesâ, his bodyâs self-healing abilities were much stronger than before.
And at this very moment.
Priest Cang Jing and priest Li Luo led a group of people to the tribe of priest Wu tuan.
Priest Wu Hong came over with his hands behind his back, his expression calm. âYou two, whatâs the matter with such a large formation?â
Cang Jing priest threw out a name list with a dark expression and pointed at the name âHu Yifanâ on it. He went straight to the point and said, ââPriest Wu Hong, give us an explanation!â
Priestess Li Luoâs mood was extremely explosive, her hair stood up in anger as she said, ââIf your wuyan family canât find any men of sacrifice, my pear fall tribe will find one for you! To think that you would randomly find a three-legged cat to make up the numbers!â
Facing the two tribes âaggressive questions, priest Wu Hong was calm and composed. He even had a smile on his face. âHaha, arenât the two of you a little too nervous? to the point that you canât even keep your cool and are starting to doubt my abilities?â
As the head of the ten high priests, priest Wu Jieâs ability was well known. He was also the one who started the fight for the throne.
How could he give such an important task to such an unbearable person?
If priest Cang Jing and priest Li Luo were willing to calm down and think about it, they would understand that this â Hu Yifan â was not an ordinary person.
Oh?
Priest Cang Jing calmed down as he stared at the confident expression on priest Wu Hongâs face. It made sense when he thought about it. Wu xiangtian was a wastrel who did as he pleased, but priest Wu Hong was not!
He had always been a ruthless person, how could he be as muddled as his son?
âPriest Wu Hong, this is a serious matter. Please give us a clear answer and donât let us worry for no reason.â The priest cupped his fists and said.
Priest Wu Jie smiled and invited the two groups of people into the tent. Then, he clapped his hands and said, ââBring him up.â
Not long after, a few tribesmen of priest Wu Luan carried in a giant barbarian covered in a white cloth. He was lying straight on the stretcher, unable to move.
He could only judge from the movement of the White cloth in the mouth that the other party was not a corpse.
âWhy are you showing us half-dead people?â The hot-tempered priest Li Luo slammed the table and said, ââWhat we want is an explanation. Cut the crap.â
Priest Cang Jing also showed dissatisfaction and said, â priest Wu Hong, please donât beat around the bush and explain to us as soon as possible!
The corners of priest Wu Jieâs mouth curled into a faint smile. With a tap of his toes, a strong stream of air flew out from under his feet and pounced on the injured man. The White cloth on his body was naturally lifted.
When they fixed their eyes on it, they stood up in unison, their eyes filled with shock.
âNo! Dense! Yu!â
Who didnât know the name of the number one Savage warrior in the Royal Court?
Zang shuiyueâs eyes were wide open, and she said in disbelief, ââWhat is he doing here? Also, how did he get injured like this?â
Her question was the same as everyone elseâs.
Priest Wu Jie sat down calmly, took a sip of the blood-red spirit liquid, and said in a hoarse voice, ââDidnât you all doubt this old manâs judgment in choosing people? Now, youâve seen it. â
What did that mean?
Cang shuiyue and Li feiting, the two juniors, were confused, not understanding what priest Wu tuan was trying to say.
However, priest Cang Jing and priest Li Luo immediately understood what was going on, and their already shocked faces showed even more shock, ââPriest Wu Hong, youâre not going to say that Hu Yifan was the one who beat up senyu, are you?â
Priest Wu tuan flicked his shiny black feather coat and said, ââWhat do you guys think?â
Cang Jing priest gasped. Who among the young barbarians could defeat senyu?
He suddenly thought of something and said,âhow old is he? he canât be over 25 years old, right?â If thatâs the case, itâs meaningless.â
The Holy Fire worshipâs martial arts tournament had an extremely high requirement for the age of the fighter. The fighter could not be more than 25 years old, or else it would be regarded as blasphemy against the God of barbarian.
Priest Wu Hong chuckled,âam I that foolish that I canât even tell a personâs age?â This person isnât even twenty-five. No, he might not even be twenty.â
Although he couldnât see Xia qingchenâs face, from the looks of his skin, it was very possible that he was a young man who wasnât even 20 years old yet.
âI say, priest Wu Hong, there should be a limit to your bragging, right?â Priestess Li Luo slammed the table and shouted, ââWhy donât you say that he beat No. Senyu to this state with one move?â
How could the Barbarian race have a super heavenâs favorite who defeated senyu before the age of twenty?
Such a heavenâs favorite might be born in the martial culture of the middle cloud realm and the cool realm, but it was impossible for the Barbarian race!
Unexpectedly, priest Wu Hong laughed with a deeper meaning.âWhat if I tell you that he really defeated senyu in one move?â
What?
All the juniors present were shocked and their eyes were filled with disbelief. A barbarian who was younger than them had beaten No. Senyu to this state with one move?
If that was the case, then hadnât they been living like dogs all these years?
Priest Li Luo laughed in anger,âpriest Wu Hong! Do you think weâre all idiots?â
How could priest Wu Hong lie to them like this? did he even care about them?
The priest Cang Jing also shook his head, his face gloomy, ââWuli, what do you want to do? If you donât want to cooperate with our two tribes, you can just say it. Why do you have to insult our intelligence?â
Anyone with a brain would not believe his words.
âHahaha âŠâ Priest Wu Hong laughed. if you donât believe me, I can swear to the God of barbarian. In addition, my son Wu xiangtian, my second brother Wu BOFU, and my nephew Wu guiming are all here. They can also testify. (10 O âclock Chapter 3)
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