Wu Chen's face was as usual, the middle-aged referee stepped forward to check Wang Huan's injury, it was no major problem, beckoned, and two young Heavenly Dao Academy monks in dark red robes stepped forward and carried Wang Huan to treatment.

As for Yun Yao, he didn't care too much about Wang Huan, a disciple of Tianzong, and sat firmly on the stone chair in the audience, his elbows on his laps, his hands folded flat, and his eyes looked Wu Chen up and down, not knowing what to think.

Vice Dean Wei Yin looked at Wu Chen with relief, in addition to being relieved or relieved, he muttered in a low voice: Beizhou is promising, Tiandao Academy is promising.

Mo Cheng in the next row had a lot of mood swings, but it wasn't because of the same sect senior brother Wang Huan, and his words revealed his admiration for Wu Chen, "Senior Sister Fan, this Wu Hechen's Zhang is average, but I didn't expect it to be so powerful, the hypocrite who fought in two rounds has no power to fight back!"

Mo Cheng looks at the big heart and has a free and easy personality, in fact, his vision of people has always been very accurate, and he can often tell whether it is good or bad.

"Hmm!" Yun Banfan replied in a thin voice, with a trace of inexplicable pride in his voice, fortunately, Mo Cheng's attention was still on the body on the martial arts stage, otherwise, in fact, the quirky double ponytail girl would definitely be able to taste the strangeness of Yun Banfan's voice that was different from the past.

The arena was a little noisy at the moment, and the monks watching the battle were disappointed and proud, not to mention.

The disappointed people just felt that why were the monks from Zhongzhou so weak, completely slandering the status of the mysterious, vast and powerful Zhongzhou in their minds, but these people didn't notice how many monks in the entire Beizhou and the entire Heavenly Dao Academy could reach the peak of Xuanshi's cultivation at Wang Huan's age, yes, it was just a few? If it weren't for Wu Chen's return to the king today, if it weren't for Wu Chen's return to the king, and the other junior students of the Heavenly Dao Academy, they were afraid that they would only be dismal and defeated when they met Wang Huan.

So disappointment sometimes comes from ignorance.

As for the excited, they are naturally happy for Beizhou, and even after walking out of the Tianzi martial arts arena, they can say in front of their friends and compatriots, saying that the Zhongzhou monks are nothing more than this in front of our Beizhou monks, and then they will add fuel and vinegar to tell the short fight they saw in the Tianzi martial arts arena.

As for whether or not you can get a free drink, it depends on what kind of oil and vinegar the storyteller adds.

This is also the reason why Zhou Wutong told Wu Chen that he couldn't lose.

Standing on the martial arts stage, Wu Chen suddenly felt worried about the king who was carried down, and he didn't know what consequences the other party would continue to suffer when he returned to the sect, although Wang also made it clear in advance that he would compete with Wu Chen on behalf of himself, but this naïve idea could only be so?

The reason why he is naïve is because the idea that the king still wants to overcome himself is really naïve.

From another point of view, if Wu Chen was in the Heaven Leaving Sect and wanted to challenge a certain person in the Heaven Leaving Sect, and the four sects would all gather in the Heaven Leaving Sect to watch the battle, how could the people of the other sect think that this was just an ordinary competition between ordinary disciples from two different sects? At that time, even if Wu Chen could really defeat that Heaven Leaving Sect disciple, I was afraid that something would happen in the competition.

What's more, the competition between Wu Chen and Wang Huan in the eyes of everyone in the audience not only represents two different sects, but also represents two big states, the powerful Zhongzhou in the eyes of the monks in Beizhou, and the wild Beizhou in the eyes of the monks in Zhongzhou.

Wu Chen, who was standing on the stage, swept his gaze casually, but he didn't expect to see Yun Banfan sitting in the second row, and nodded to the other party with a smile.

Wei Yin, the vice president who was firmly in the middle of the first row, thought that Wu Chen was the disciple of the Heavenly Sect and thought that he would invite credit, but Wei Yin, who thought he had guessed well, nodded at Wu Chen with a satisfied smile.

Wei Yin's movements made Wu Chen feel a little inexplicable for a while, because Wu Chen didn't know the bald and smiling vice president Wei Yin at all, but it was Yun Yao who was holding his hands beside Wei Yin that made Wu Chen look at it twice.

Yun Banfan was still expressionless and didn't give Wu Chen a good face, saying that he was righteous and brave, but in fact, Wu Chen, who was also a little wrong, gradually got used to the other party's attitude, if Yun Banfan ran to Wu Chen with a smile, I was afraid that Wu Chen would not be adaptable.

After seeing Yun Banfan and the disciples of the Heavenly Sect with double ponytails leaving, Wu Chen also planned to turn around and return to the bedroom, but when he turned around, he felt the plain-clothed woman with her hands next to the bald old man looking at him, giving Wu Chen a feeling as if he was being targeted, just like when hunting, he aimed a strong bow at his favorite prey, and Wu Chen felt that he was the prey at this moment.

Shaking his head, when he raised his eyes and looked at the plain-clothed woman again, the stone chair was empty, and even the bald old man with a smile on the side disappeared, Wu Chen of course knew that the other party was not as simple as it seemed on the surface, just from the fact that the two of them could sit in the middle of the first row of the audience.

Most of the foreign monks who came to watch the competition were disappointed and disappointed, but there were still many young talents who secretly gritted their teeth and decided to go back and cultivate hard, waiting for the next Tiandao Academy enrollment to join the Tiandao Academy in one fell swoop.

An emaciated monk in the crowd walked a little decadently, and couldn't stop saying, "Boring, boring!" Like drinking a glass of water with wine written on it, he barely sat in the middle row of the audience, and before his ass was hot, he heard the middle-aged referee with a strong voice announce the result, and he couldn't carefully wall the demeanor of the Tiandao Academy student or the Beizhou monk, the emaciated monk was a little suspicious, could it be that the master made a move, that is, fast? If the faster the drink, the better, then wouldn't he be a wine fairy with three cups.

The flush on his cheeks had not yet subsided, and the old shopkeeper had taken out a good wine, and the emaciated monk blamed himself for drinking too quickly, and he couldn't make himself smack out of his mouth after three glasses.

Staggered, slowly and leisurely walked out of the gate of the Heavenly Dao Courtyard, and then did not see a satisfactory fight, then go back and be cheeky to ask the old shopkeeper for wine again.

"Boy, come here. ”

The emaciated monk who had half stepped out of the gate of the Heavenly Dao Courtyard withdrew and looked around expectantly.

"That's right, it's like you're calling me. The emaciated monk was a little confused.

"This way. ”

The emaciated monk heard the sound and looked for an old man half-leaning on a withered yellow bamboo chair looking at him with a smile.