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"Okay, okay~" Shiva's goddess bit her lips and sneered, "I want to see, how can you beat our people with the charm technique!" Using charm technique to add buff is indeed a trick that Shiva's sect never thought of.

This is what Wang Yan thinks, which is really not comparable to ordinary people. Secondly, the trial of destruction has always been an extremely sacred trial for the Shiva Church. It has always followed traditional blessings and etiquette, and no one dared to try various methods. Thirdly, the state of Yin has joy Zen, but there is no serious charming technique.

But I didn't expect that Wang Yan could come up with such a trick.

However, the goddess Shiva did not think that the magic of charm would have any miraculous effects.

"Haha~ I just try it when there is no way." Wang Yan shrugged and smiled, "I just hope that if His Highness loses, don't let my trust in you."

Believe in your sister!

The goddess Shiva almost swears. Who wants your trust? After taking a few deep breaths, the goddess Shiva calmed down a little and hummed, "Don't worry, I, Indira, will naturally not go back on my word and be fat. You should take care of yourself."

"That's good." Wang Yan smiled easily, "I, Wang Yan, have never had a record of breaking my promise so far."

August, not far away, fainted and stared at Wang Yan. You did not have a record of breaking your promise. But that's because you, Mr. Wang, have never lost so far, right?

When August thought of the losses he had suffered, the money and resources he had lost, he felt a burst of heartache coming.

"Oh, Lao Ao, what's your look?" Wang Yan smiled very kindly when he saw this, "Or why don't you come out and have a chance?"

August, the Golden Lion Sword, suddenly felt a sudden sensation when he saw Wang Yan's eyes and said hurriedly, "Forget it, forget it, just have fun with His Highness the Goddess, I won't participate."

Just kidding, wouldn’t you bet with Wang Yan? Isn’t you thinking that you have too much wealth?

"What a pity." Wang Yan sighed and said regretfully, "I originally wanted to give you a chance to make a comeback, but unfortunately, you missed it."

Believe in you?

August rolled his eyes. No matter how deep your acting skills are, you must not let your brother be fooled again.

Not far away, in the Japanese delegation that had been a bit dull, Anpe Zongxiu, who was sitting in the middle, held a folding fan and swayed slowly. Her white clothes were floating in her sleeves, as if she was graceful and graceful young man in the turbid world. A sneer passed through his narrow eyes, "The Son of Flame is so childish."

"Hmph~ Let's see if he is proud of him." The red-clothed monk Zheng Yuanzhi had a strong aura in his eyes. He was definitely the one who hated Wang Yan the most at the scene. If it weren't for Wang Yan's destruction of his plan, he would have obtained the treasure inheritance in the ruins of the Buddha's Kingdom.

Not only can he raise the overall power of Dongmi a large extent, he may even take the opportunity to rise to the top and aim directly at the demigod level.

However, at this time, he fell to this point, even killing Yan Zun with one arm, becoming a joke among legendary powerhouses, and now he is even more in a position to rely on An Pei Zongxiu.

When he saw Wang Yan, he wished he could swallow his flesh and blood.

"The great monk is just a little restless." Ampe Zongxiu drank tea slowly, squinted his eyes and said, "I will definitely do what I promised you. Whether it is the Son of Fire or the arrogant and domineering Yan Zun, they will definitely pay the price."

The monk in red shot out an excited light from his eyes, took a sip of tea, and then stared at Wang Yan coldly.

at this time.

The young people from various countries' teams had already walked thirty meters at the slowest. The fastest one was not Zhang Wei and Zhao Chengtian who set out first. Instead, a ninja from Japan, who almost never touched the ground and flicked towards the Tower of Destruction. The slightest volatility of destruction seemed to have no effect on him.

Such outstanding performance made people unable to help but look at Shimizu, the young man dressed in a ninja dress, and it seemed that he was either his apprentice or his descendant.

Master Hattori Shimizu, who had never made a sound, still looked calm and composed. Even if he was sitting there drinking tea, he seemed to be unable to feel his presence. No matter how dazzling his disciple performed, it seemed reasonable and could not cause any psychological fluctuations.

"Haha~" Wang Yan narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "This Hattori Shimizu gives me a very dangerous feeling. It seems to be as unmoving as a mountain, but once it takes action, it will inevitably be a thunder attack. And it seems that his ability to train his disciples is also good. Well, first and second, they are all occupied by ninjas."

"Wang Yan, the Japanese ninjas have always been strict in training, and they have almost grown up in the lingering life and death from childhood to adulthood." Linghu Yaojue frowned slightly, "Being fearless in life and death can naturally resist the intention of destruction. It seems that the one who takes the lead is likely to be one of the two young ninjas."

"That's not necessarily." Wang Yan said calmly, "The training of the innate Tao is indeed cruel, but they become stronger at the cost of destroying human nature. The reason why we humans prosper and continue to grow is because of our human nature, because we have love and hope. The power of human nature is the strongest."

Wang Yan's words just finished.

There was a problem at the scene. A young monk from Dongmi screamed and fell to the ground, curled up on the ground and shouted tremblingly: "Don't, don't kill me, please forgive me."

Although he spoke Japanese, judging from that tone, everyone already understood what was going on.

This made Wang Yan and others' eyes suddenly notice the red-clothed monk Zheng Yuanzhi. It was obvious that the monk from Dongmi came from his command. Now that the game has just begun, he can't bear the meaning of destruction.

It seems that the person's willpower is a bit weak, and it is too flawed. Such a person will probably have limited achievements in this life.

"Idiot~" The monk in red face turned red and cursed angrily.

It was embarrassing, it was so embarrassing. He didn't expect that the first one who fell was a disciple he usually favored, which made him very embarrassed.

Fortunately, someone immediately followed his footsteps. A young paladin suddenly knelt on one knee and roared in tears: "My Lord, forgive me."

His roar seemed to push down the domino.

A young man from the Yin-Yang Sect and a sacred priest fell one after another. Even the second-year-old Zhao Chengtian staggered to the ground.

not good!

Wang Yan's heart suddenly broke out. This brat ran too fast.

Just as he was about to rescue Zhao Chengtian, Zhao Chengtian stood up tremblingly, stroked his red hair and roared to the sky, "What kind of thing do you think you dare to suppress me. I, Zhao Chengtian, are the protagonists of the next generation. Isn't it just a mere tempering? Let the storm come more violently."

As he said that, he continued to rush forward like a chicken blood.

It made Wang Yan feel a drop of cold sweat. It turned out that the hopeless secondary disease was sometimes quite useful.
Chapter completed!