Seeing that Meng Chuan blocked the spell he had played with one finger, the face of the Tianweng God could not hide his surprise.

Originally, he looked down on Meng Chuan, because in his opinion, the first person in China in the secular world was actually not a particularly powerful name.

Strictly speaking, the god Tianwen no longer belongs to the secular world, and is equivalent to an immortal cultivator in Huaxia, who can despise all existences in the secular world.

Shi Man, the first person in Huaxia before, he had seen it once, and his strength was no more than that, and he was not a god who connected to it.

And now that this young man has replaced him, how strong can he be?

But as soon as Meng Chuan made a move, the Tianwen God sensed that something was wrong with the situation, and this young man seemed to be much stronger than he imagined.

But the Tianwen God didn't think that he would be stronger than himself, and when he heard Meng Chuan's words just now, he couldn't help but let out a few sneers, and then slowly got up and looked at Meng Chuan.

"I can't see that you really have some ability. ”

"But in front of me, you're still just an ant. ”

"Since you are not satisfied with the result of today's game, then I will press your head and let you accept it if you are not convinced. ”

Saying that, the Tianwen God turned into a golden light, and in a blink of an eye, he came to Meng Chuan.

His right hand condensed ten thousand golden lights, as dazzling as the sun, and regardless of the panicked exclamations of the audience on the field, he headed towards Meng Chuan.

He originally thought that after receiving his own palm, Meng Chuan would be disabled if he didn't die, but what he never expected was that in the face of the menacing palm, Meng Chuan just raised his left hand slightly, as if brushing off a piece of dust on his body.

In an instant, several wisps of blood qi appeared, dispersing all the golden light on the palm of the Tianwen God, and Meng Chuan's hand also grabbed the wrist of the Tianwen God, and then squeezed it hard.

The sound of bones shattering and fine iron shattering was heard throughout the venue, making people's teeth ache.

As a psychic, the Tianwen God has a terrifying bone hardness, and he can carry a small missile, but in Meng Chuan's hand, it is still like paper paste, just a slight pinch, his wrist softened at a strange angle.

The god Tianweng couldn't help but scream in pain, the blue tendons on his forehead burst out, and his face turned red.

However, this is only the beginning.

"You say I'm an ant, so what are you?"

Meng Chuan's right leg swept and kicked on the tibia of the Heavenly Martial God, and the Tianweng God didn't even have time to scream in pain, and as soon as his legs were weak, he knelt on the ground with a "plop".

Then Meng Chuan stepped on the top of the head of the Tianwen God again, and with a fierce force, he stomped his face under the floor of the stage.

At this time, the god of Tianwen had already pouted on the stage with an extremely humiliating and funny posture.

Meng Chuan did not let go, but looked at the Tianwen God kneeling in front of him with a mocking expression, and asked again: "I really don't accept the result of today's game, but now you press your head to let me obey?"

Just kidding, the head of the god Tianwen is firmly embedded in the floor, and now who is pressing whose head to convince the other party?

The audience present had forgotten to panic, and they were dumbfounded, no one would have thought that the Tianrong God, who was high up and like a god on weekdays, would be hung and beaten by Meng Chuan.

"You little bastard!" said the angry voice of the Tianwen God from under the floor, and at the same time, ten thousand rays of light were condensed on him, as if he was about to prepare to fight back.

"You give me an honest squint. Meng Chuan raised his eyebrows, stepped on the feet of the Tianwen God and lifted it gently, and fell down fiercely.

"Boom!"

A circle of visible ripples rippled, and the entire stage collapsed.

Song Dashi, Ni Zhenhuai, Ye Yuanhua and others couldn't stand steadily, and they all fell into the debris of the stage, only Meng Chuan was still standing firmly, but now half of the Tianweng God's body had been trampled on the ground by him.

Tianweng God's face was covered with blood, and with Meng Chuan's foot just now, he temporarily stepped on his cultivation, and he couldn't even call on the power of heaven and earth, basically he had no power to fight back.

"Do you really think that if you have the home advantage, you can treat me like a sheep to be slaughtered at will?"

"Have you ever thought that there is a tiger hidden under my sheepskin, and when I show my fangs and claws, which of you can help me?"

Meng Chuan stepped on the Tianwen God with one foot, looked around, and for a while, not only the audience, but even Song Dashi and the host and others were all silent, lowering their heads and not daring to look at Meng Chuan.

They now know how ridiculous and ignorant what they are doing.

The whole game was so unfair to Meng Chuan, they thought that Meng Chuan only dared to bear it silently, and did not dare to resist at all.

As everyone knows, with Meng Chuan's strength, why bother to talk to Song Dashi and them?

Coming to participate in the competition is already very much to give Song Dashi and others face, if Meng Chuan is willing, he doesn't even need to participate in the game, he can kill all sides, press Song Dashi's head and ask him if he admits defeat.

Therefore, everything targeted and unfair in the game did not have any impact on Meng Chuan, it would only show the shamelessness of Song Dashi and others, and it was impossible to help them win the game.

Meng Chuan's gaze soon fell on the host who was trembling among the stage debris.

As soon as he hooked his hand, the person's body flew towards Meng Chuan uncontrollably, and was held in Meng Chuan's hand.

At this time, the host trembled, didn't even dare to look at Meng Chuan, and begged for mercy again and again with a crying voice: "Meng, Mr. Meng, please don't kill me, all this was instructed by Song Dashi, and I just did what he said!"

"Whether you are killed or not depends on your own consciousness," Meng Chuan laughed, and his tone was even more undeniably tough: "Now let me ask you, who is the winner of today's Huahan Medical Skills Competition?"

"Of course it's you!" The host tilted his head back desperately, wanting to stay away from him: "Anyone can see that your medical skills are much higher than Song Dashi in the competition, if it weren't for our secret operation, he wouldn't be your opponent at all!"

Meng Chuan's expression finally softened a little, and he lowered his head and asked, "In this way, today's Huahan Medical Skill Battle can be regarded as having a reasonable result?"

"Then according to the rules, Song Dashi should admit in public that Chinese medicine is stronger than cold medicine, right?"

As he spoke, Meng Chuan's other hand fingers hooked again, and Song Dashi was also lifted by an inexplicable force, flew over from the other side, and planted himself in front of Meng Chuan.

"In this case, Mr. Song, in front of the media reporters present, according to the agreement, please fulfill your promise. ”

Song Dashi fell into the mud, he stood up in embarrassment, forcibly calmed himself, glared at Meng Chuan and said in a deep voice: "Meng Chuan, don't go too far!"

"You have to know that this is a cold country, not your Huaxia, if you dare to mess around, our masters of the Great Cold Country will not sit idly by!"

"I order you, apologize immediately, otherwise you may not be able to get out of the cold country, do you believe it?"