The return of the king of Douluo Continent

Chen Yan's face was stiff, obviously he didn't expect that Tang San actually kept a hand.

"Can the Imperial Master tell what state he is in? Has he already broken through to the True Yuan state?" Nangong Xing asked in surprise.

"I don't know." Li Molong shook his head and said helplessly: "His soul power is extremely powerful. If he insists on hiding his strength, I'm afraid not many people present will know."

Even Chu Tianwen, who had reached the Transcendent Realm, thought Tang San was only at the ninth level of the Pulse Forging Realm.

"Huh?" Li Molong's soul power shook violently, and he looked far away towards the ring.

boom!

On the arena, Tang San swung with all his strength and directly smashed Murong Yun's body onto the arena floor, raising a cloud of dust and making a loud noise that echoed in the air and lingered for a long time.

Terrible, terrible!

Everyone's expressions changed drastically. Tang San actually threw Murong Yun to the ground as if he were trash. Is this really something that a ninth-level Pulse Forging Realm warrior can do?

"If this continues, Murong Yun will be defeated!" Everyone saw the situation clearly. Although they were extremely reluctant, they could not change the facts.

"This Murong Yun is really useless. His father has become a waste, and now even he is like that!" Su Qi looked at Murong Yun and sneered.

"Don't you dare say another word!"

At this moment, a very angry female voice suddenly sounded behind Su Qi. He turned around and saw that it was Murong Yue.

Su Qi's eyes were filled with sparkle. This Murong Yue was naturally beautiful. If she took it home, she would definitely be a beauty in the future.

Murong Yue looked directly at Su Qi with cold eyes, but Su Qi smiled, waved her hands and said, "It's just a joke, don't take it seriously, it's just that your brother seems to be defeated!"

Su Qi deliberately stimulated Murong Yun. As expected, Murong Yue was extremely anxious. Suddenly, Murong Yue froze on the spot, as if in a dream.

"That figure is very familiar..." Murong Yue looked at Tang San, as if she thought of something, but she shook her head hard and returned to reality.

"Impossible, it definitely can't be him!" Murong Yue gritted her teeth and said, how could the person who treated his father a few days ago be a high-ranking person on stage? It's really ridiculous!

Murong Yue forced herself to calm down first, but her eyes were still fixed on Tang San, trying to find some traces.

"I'll destroy you!" On the ring, Murong Yun was furious. He took a big step, and his palms came out immediately, and the aura covered them with a strange and domineering aura.

"Low-grade martial arts at the heaven level, Swallowing Mysterious Ghost Palm!"

Murong Yun shouted loudly, and the spiritual light bloomed on his palm, as if it had transformed into an orchid flower, with six petals, and each petal shone with light, as if he was breathing in the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, which was very mysterious.

"He even used the family's high skills, which shows that Murong Yun was pushed to a certain extent!"

"But he has already used heaven-level martial arts, so Tang San should be useless! Think about it, how can a casual cultivator possess heaven-level martial arts?"

Everyone couldn't help but laugh, they actually associated Tang San with heaven-level martial arts, and suddenly they all felt a little crazy.

"The Ghost Swallowing Palm is really extraordinary. As long as it is used, the spiritual power of heaven and earth will quickly gather in the user's hand. It is for swallowing spirits. This kind of martial arts is not lower than the middle level of the heaven." On the white jade field, Nangong Xing said in a deep voice. road.

"Heaven-level martial arts are strong, but defeating Tang San is not that simple." Chu Yuqiu said with a smile.

Everyone heard this and looked towards the ring. They all wanted to see how Tang San could compete with heaven-level martial arts.

"Boy, even if you were defeated by my Mysterious Swallowing Ghost Palm, you have walked on this stage in vain!" Murong Yun laughed wildly, and the previous gloom was swept away. It was clearly the heaven-level martial arts that gave him the capital to be arrogant. .

"You think you will definitely win."

Tang San couldn't help but sneer. Along the way, he had seen countless heaven-level martial arts. This Murong Yun had only used one low-level heaven-level martial skill, but he was so proud. He really didn't know that he was just a frog in the well. That’s all.

"Even with my heaven-level martial arts, you dare to be so arrogant. Die to me!"

Murong Yun's big flashing hand clapped violently, and then an extremely thick and strange handprint flew out of the air, hitting Tang San's chest heavily.

"What kind of heaven-level martial arts are just like chicken feathers!" Tang San stepped back, took a deep breath, then raised his arms, bending his fingers like tiger claws.

"Nine Tiger Magic Technique, Tiger Light Claw!"

As soon as the words fell, Tang San's body rushed out like an arrow from a string, his hands intertwined, and his ten fingers fiercely grabbed the thick palm print.

In an instant, the sharp light pierced the void and broke the palm print upside down!

"hiss!"

Everyone took a breath of cold air and looked at Tang San as if they were looking at a monster.

"This guy actually broke the palm print extended by the heaven-level martial arts!"

Under everyone's astonished look, Tang San's ten very sharp claws violently shook Murong Yun's chest. The force caused Murong Yun's blood to boil, and his body flew backwards, directly hitting the big body. On the defensive wall of the formation.

puff!

Murong Yun spat blood wildly, and his breath gradually weakened. His eyes felt a little tired, and he wanted to fall asleep. Seeing this scene, Ling Lin was stunned for a moment, and then glanced at the white jade field, his eyes flickering.

Murong Yun pursed her lips and looked at Murong Yun. She always believed that Murong Yun could stand to the end, but she never expected that she would be defeated by Tang San.

"Trash." Nangong Changfeng glanced at Murong Yun and said calmly.

"Why, haven't you announced the result yet?"

On the stage, Tang San looked directly at Ling Lin with cold eyes and said indifferently.

He didn't have the slightest fondness for this Ling Lin. The reason why Murong Yun was standing here was mostly because of this guy. He clearly remembered the hints Murong Yun had given him before.

Ling Lin walked forward slowly, looked at Tang San, snorted coldly, and then said: "In the eighth round, Tang San wins!"

Murong Yun was carried off the ring, and his journey to the competition had been ended by Tang San.

"Win." Tang San stepped down and walked to Han Yiyi's side, with surprise in his eyes. However, Han Yiyi didn't look very happy. She looked at Tang San and asked intentionally, "If If you win in the end, will you really marry the princess?"

Will you really marry a princess?

Tang San's body trembled, and he suddenly recalled that he had never considered this issue.

"Well, I shouldn't ask this." Han Yiyi smiled, and the atmosphere instantly became awkward.

Tang San didn't know what to say for a moment, so he could only continue to watch the competition. The battle between the casual cultivators and the noble disciples had finished, and only Tang San was left among the eight casual cultivators. The competition among the remaining noble disciples was also fierce. After several competitions, a group of fierce competitors remained.