Thousands of people under He Lie Mountain held their breath, the Heavenly Father taught the new generation, the most genius is Donglin Ye Huan, and the strongest is the Great Emperor Caesar, this has become a consensus, three years later, Caesar stretched out his fist at Ye Huan again, what is he going to do?

Give Ye Huan a dismount?

Or test Ye Huan's strength!?

None of them are right!

The one who knows the enemy best is always the enemy of the enemy, Ye Huan, who has been studying Caesar for more than a month, knows that this Emperor of the World Destroying has only two attitudes towards people, the weak, he will not look down to take a look, and when he stretches out his fist, it is equivalent to admitting that the other party is qualified to be compared with himself, and he is aroused by the other party!

In Caesar's heart, the fist represents respect!

What about yourself? Evasion? Or do you take this punch hard?

Ye Huan gritted his teeth, he understood that by avoiding this punch, he could hide his strength and plan to be in the limelight, and he could even make Caesar not understand his own depth and take the lead in the final battle, but there was always a voice in his heart forcing him, try it, even if your strength is not as good as Caesar, your fighting spirit must not lose to him!

"Huh......" Ye Huan made a decision in an instant, and stretched out his right fist, "This year's martial arts competition, I hope to meet you in the first round!"

There was a gasp under He Lie Mountain!

In the face of Caesar's fist of destruction, Ye Huan responded with the most direct fist, is he not afraid that the scene three years ago will be repeated, and Caesar's heart will be burst again?

In anticipation, the fists of the two collided together.

did not disappoint, Caesar's punch really contained the world-destroying fist that he relied on to become famous, at first it was still calm and seemed to be waving his hand casually, but when it was less than three or five centimeters away from Ye Huan's fist, the violent aura suddenly rose, and the air within a radius of 100 steps was also suddenly squeezed, and the air facing the fist wind had been squeezed into a vacuum!

Some people were already not optimistic about Ye Huan and closed their eyes, but soon, they opened their eyes again under a strong shock wave and looked at it in amazement!

The punch that Ye Huan responded looked very mediocre, but when he was about to make contact with Caesar's fist, the speed suddenly exceeded the naked eye, and a sudden force met Caesar's fist head-on, and that powerful shock wave was the fist wind brought up by Ye Huan, the power of the wings of the wind!

Boom!

The meat fist and the metal gloves collided together, Caesar didn't move, Ye Huan took a few big steps back in a row, and then stiffened his waist, smiled slightly, and wiped off a trace of blood from the corner of his mouth.

Took it!?

Three years later, Ye Huan, who was punched in the heart by Caesar, actually took Caesar's move to destroy the world head-on!? Although it was very difficult, although he was obviously not Caesar's opponent, but he really took it?!

After a few seconds, a smile appeared on Caesar's face, "Compared to three years ago, you have interested me more, and in the first round, I hope to meet you too!"

......

"Second Young Master, what do they mean by this?" After the two of them separated calmly, a little scholar asked puzzled in the crowd: "I met in the first round, the two tigers competed, one of them will definitely be eliminated, and go home with the shame of not passing the first round!"

The sunny black-haired young man smiled thoughtfully, "But in the first round of encounters, they won't fight to the death with me, and they will be able to face Fang in the best state, hehe, it is really the peerless pride of the Heavenly Father Sect, and the opponent that I value the most in the Heavenly Sun!"

In another place, several little maids with swords on their backs were also asking their young lady, "Three years later, Ye Huan is so strong that he actually receives Caesar's World-Destroying Fist head-on, and can he finally stand up!?"

"Downwind?" the elegant girl stared at Caesar's back.

"Yes, after the fist, Caesar didn't move, Ye Huan took a few steps back, there was still blood on the corner of his mouth, obviously Caesar had the upper hand!"

The girl smiled and didn't answer, but said softly: "Let Liufeng Cang go and take care of it, I don't want to meet these two people in the first round, although ...... I really want them to see my life and death!"

"Xuanba!"

A crisp voice sounded in another place, "Do you have faith in Caesar like this?"

The urn replied angrily, "I want to weigh Ye Huan more!"

"Why? Ye Huan obviously lost the upper hand just now!"

The young man who was carrying a double hammer that was bigger than a war drum grinned, "However, Ye Huan has six stab wounds on his wrists, such wounds I have only seen on the second uncle! And the moment Caesar spoke, his first reaction was to hold the handle of the knife!"

"Xuanba, you know that my sister's martial arts are not good, let's just say it, what does the knife wound on Ye Huan's wrist represent?"

"That shows that Ye Huan's real weapon is the one on his waist!" The double-hammered young man licked his lips, greedily like a glutton, "Although Caesar's World-Destroying Fist has the upper hand, Ye Huan hasn't drawn his sword yet!"

......

A bland meeting, I don't know how many people's minds were aroused, but at this time, Ye Huan was in no mood to pay attention to them, because after receiving the shock of Caesar's punch, his wind wings actually grew a long section.

The return of the king is really a big limelight!

And what made Ye Huan satisfied was that this was a big limelight that had been tempered by life and death and earned with real skills, and there was no adulteration! Although it was still not as good as Caesar, he really took over a move to destroy the world!

Continue to enroll.

The priest's attitude was completely different, he looked at Ye Huan, swallowed his saliva, and even stood up to give Giggs a seat, "Lord Giggs, I offended just now, this year, you Donglin are here for the clothes of glory, right?"

Giggs was oily, "That's it, and I'll tell you, Donglin is not just Ye Huan, Lu Xiu is here, and Oda Qing is also here with me!"

"God bless the knight, Master Oda!?" the priest smiled like a dog's tail flower, "So, your lord is already standing with Archbishop Oda......? So who is Donglin's tactics teacher?"

According to the regulations of the martial arts competition, each team must have at least five people, and there must also be a tactical guide for on-the-spot command.

Giggs was even more proud, "Who is my bodyguard, Heavenly Father teaches everyone to know, Donglin's tactical guidance, of course, is Uzhuo......"

"Sorry, Headmaster Giggs, excuse me!"

Before he finished speaking, a humble voice came from the side, "Do you want Uzhuo to serve as Donglin's tactical director?"

It was a middle-aged woman in her forties, wearing the white archbishop's robe of the Heavenly Father's Sect, and her appearance was still charming, but her slender eyes always gave people the feeling of being peeped at by poisonous snakes.

"Archbishop Tyrrell!"

On Giggs's chubby face, every piece of fat stiffened, and he secretly screamed in his heart!

The Church of the Heavenly Father has twenty or thirty thousand gods, and has divided into twenty or thirty thousand branch sects, so the fierceness of the internal struggle can be imagined: he Giggs is on the side of the Oda Genichi faction, mainly believing in the god of plague and guardian angels, while this Tyrrell has its own faction and believes in the goddess of fate!

And just like Gen Oda is behind Donglin's support, Tyrell is supporting another seminary, Blue Star!

――It's the Blue Star Academy that threatened to wash Donglin in blood, but was beaten by another Ye Huan and peed his pants!

"Ah, it's Uzo, what's wrong?" said Giggs.

"Principal Giggs, this time the Donglin soldiers are strong and strong, under the leadership of Uzhuo, a quasi-Mahatma, their achievements will definitely shock the mainland!" Tyrell's slender eyes swept over several team members, and he smiled so humbly, "However, I have to regret to tell you, Uzhuo, can't climb Mount Holie!"

"Why?" said Giggs, stunned.

If you don't let Uzhuo go up the mountain, this is equivalent to sending your own head coach off the field before the football game starts, and that's a fart!