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Looking at this scene, Wang Yan felt like he was hit by a thunderbolt. The thunder was so burning on the outside and tender on the inside, and he couldn't believe it.

This is this!

Is this arrogant pheasant weapon spirit broken? No, no, or it has no brain at all. For the sake of momentary intent, it can actually do such a thing?

The Fire Pheasant Sword, which had been with it for at least hundreds of years, was gone and ran to Wang Yan's war hammer by abandoning his family.

He was still proud and thought that he had succeeded in his plan, but he could think of it!

Wang Yan looked at its expression and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

Be convinced!

Now you can't drive you away. You ruined your home and seized my hammer. Who can drive you away?

Not just Wang Yan.

The people on the rostrum were also very ruthless. They were all tycoons who held the power, and they were all cunning and knowledgeable. But even they had never seen them, or even heard of similar things.

The Fire Pheasant Sword has been nurturing the weapon spirits that have gradually formed for hundreds of years. Whether it is admiring Wang Yan or fighting for a moment, it has made a fuss until it finally plays like this? This is also drunk.

The entire Youth Conference venue was naturally quiet, and most people were shocked by this scene and did not react for a while.

"Baga Road!"

A few seconds later, a Japanese warrior finally roared in anger, "Son of Flame, you, you, you, you are too much, you dare to destroy the holy sword of our nation."

After he roared, he seemed to wake up the Japanese people who were still dreaming. From top to bottom, from Mitsui to Passerby, the crowd was excited and roaring, as if they were about to rush up to fight Wang Yan at any time.

"Baga, let me go." Ito Yokog had the desire to die. He originally thought that if Wang Yan didn't want it, he would have some chance to get the Holy Sword. But now such a scene has not only completely cut off his hopes, but also extremely humiliated his self-esteem.

The fire pheasant weapon spirit would rather give up the sword body that had been with him for hundreds of years than follow Wang Yan. No, to be precise, it was forcibly occupied by Wang Yan. This is like a noble royal girl with an extremely noble status who took a fancy to a poor dick. She didn't want others to do so, but she insisted on abandoning everything and elopementing, and specially cooked raw rice.

This made Ito Yokoichi's heart shatter and extremely painful. He was so excited that his face turned red and he drew his knife to rush to the rostrum. Some other samurai desperately pulled him and comforted him.

Just kidding, rushing up to fight Wang Yan to fight for his life, it was just a talk. If there are so many S-level bosses on the rostrum, if they anger someone, they will lose half their lives if they don’t die.

The clamor of the Japanese was like waves of waves of Wang Yan.

The State Administration of China and some Chinese people are not calm.

Wang Yan's good brother Zhang Weidao jumped out first: "What are you howling? Did Lao Wang rob your wife or something? If you don't agree, go directly to the ring to make a fight."

"Amitabha, that's it." The little Buddha said solemnly with a face full of treasures, "Our old king is personal, and it is natural that the spirit of the fire pheasant weapon has the vision and is willing to follow him."

"Boom!" Lei Bo did not speak, and flew directly to the ring. Lei Bo spear pointed to the sky, rumbling with lightning and thunder. His meaning was already very clear. If you want to fight, you can fight, how could you get so much nonsense?

"Young children dare to shout? They have all healed and forgot to hurt, right?" Wu Ya'an Ge giggled and giggled, and thick black mist filled his body. The poisonous needle of the scorpion-shaped tail was swallowed and spit out. "Come on, let your sister Ange teach you how to be a human being."

As soon as the thunder and Wuya'an song appeared, the Japanese people's shouts suddenly became hoarse.

During the previous qualifiers, although Wang Yan took over most of the firepower in the operation to encircle and suppress the State and African Bureau, the rest of the people were more or less plotted and besieged by Japanese people.

And in the process of crushing and siege, the terror of Lei Hong, Wu Ya'an Ge and others was deeply imprinted in their minds.

At the same time, a pure and vast sword intent soared into the sky.

Gao Mingyue stood out of thin air with her hands behind her back, and although she had not drawn her sword, she did not speak ill of her words. However, at this time, she was like a sharp sword that could cut through everything. Her sword intent soaring, even those half-step S-level powerhouses who were watching the show showed a solemn expression.

Purely speaking, many half-step S-level powerhouses felt pressure and threat.

...

"Tsk tsk"

Inside a rental house in China.

Uncle Pao and Pope Guangming were filled with Erguotou bottles. It was obvious that they had already drunk a lot of them while watching the fun.

"My girl Mingyue is worthy of being the best successor of the Shushan Sword Sect in a century, and the hope of Shushan." Uncle Pao said with a slogan, "That sword intent is vast and infinite, as if I saw the style of the Shushan seniors."

"Yes, it's really good. The Shushan lineage has hope of a new rise." Pope Light also had a very sophisticated vision and praised drunkenly, "This child has improved a little compared to his performance in the trial of light. It's a strategy. Although you don't have a regular appearance, the hell-style special training is still very effective."

Of course Pope Light was happy. The younger generation of China's non-government Bureau has made considerable progress, but his Holy See has also made great progress. The Saint Son Wright and Saint Lulu are like they have been reborn.

"Of course, isn't it easy for me to train my disciples?" Uncle Pao was a little drunk and said proudly, "Look at our Xiaoyan's ability, haha, even the spirit of the Fire Pheasant Artifact is lingering and he won't leave."

"Bah! I'm praising you for a few words, you're still breathing." Pope Light curled his lips and buried him disdainfully, "Why did I hear that you haven't taught Xiao Yan seriously from beginning to end? It's all because of the outstanding qualifications of the child and hard practice, so he is better than the blue. In my opinion, this generation of young people grew so fast and outstanding. First, because the disaster is coming and the huge pressure has created the motivation to move forward. Second, because the population base has increased significantly, the society is gradually developing, and the chance of practicing is much more than before, so the chance of being a monster is naturally higher. Third, the young people's comparison, secret competition, and mutual learning has also played a decisive role. Your hell-style special training is just icing on the cake."

Pope Light analyzed that there was some truth. Before the earth developed, the whole world had only a population of hundreds of millions, and most of the people were foolish and obscured. Even those demons against the heavens were buried.

The current population is as high as 7 billion, with a developed social structure, smooth information and living conditions. Naturally, the chance of an excellent person being seen is much higher than in ancient times.

The population explosion and the scientific development of resources may really usher in a peak era for human beings on Earth.

Of course, there are many factors, not just the pontificate listed.

...

The story returns to the scene.

The young strong men from the Guofei Bureau burst out one by one, and Huangfu Nanlian's ice aura reduced the temperature of the entire venue a lot. Even Xiaoyan Zun Zhang Huang burst out a thick flame aura and stood on the side of the Guofei Bureau.

Today's National Bureau of Africa is no longer a time of inventories. Young talents emerge one after another. In terms of the number and quality of experts, they have completely suppressed Japan.

If both sides play a group fight, the Japanese people are clearly insulting themselves.

It is the same in any era. The strong are respected, and a big fist means strength.

Seeing that the Japanese lineage was in silence.

The people who were on the gossip immediately booed, "It's so cowardly, you are the ones who are causing trouble, but you are the ones who are the ones who are the ones who are decisive in the first place. Do you still have some self-esteem?"

No wonder, your family's Holy Sword is chasing the Son of Fire without letting go.

This is the gap.

The booing and discussion thrusts pierced the hearts of Japanese people like stingers. Their faces were flushed red, and they wanted to find a hole to get into the ground.

"Enough!"

Seeing that the trouble was almost over, Super League President Emmons came out to preside over the overall situation. His voice spread throughout the audience with a heavy voice, "This is the awards ceremony. Anyone who dares to make noises will drive out of the venue. They all dispersed and no trouble is allowed."

Emmons relied on his S-level power to suppress the whole audience again.

Then he glanced at Wang Yan helplessly. He lived a long life and was finally convinced by Wang Yan. This low-key young man is really "low-key everywhere".

"Wang Yan, since you have obtained the spirit of the Fire Pheasant, hurry up and don't hinder the two saints from choosing prizes." Emmons waved to Wang Yan angrily, as if he was chasing the plague god.

That boy Wang Yan was so good at causing trouble, which made Emmons frightened. If he was asked to stay, he might have some trouble.

"this……"

At this point, Wang Yan suddenly came back to his senses and looked at the war hammer in his hand with a wry smile. Well, now there is an additional weapon spirit, and it also has the energy accumulated by the Fire Pheasant Sword over hundreds of years.

I have to admit that the current war hammer is very powerful and more domineering than ordinary holy weapons.

But, is this really good?

Wang Yan turned around and glanced at the Dark Saint and the Saint of Light not far away, wanting to ask about their opinions.

Unexpectedly.

The Saint of Light looked faint and hurriedly hid her holy weapon, the Holy Light Scepter behind her. The Saint of Darkness also had a panic expression and hurriedly hid the Nether Flame Scythe.

That guy Lao Wang not only knows how to hook up with girls, but also has holy tools. It's so terrible.

Wang Yan's face turned dark. Do you need this?

The fire pheasant has a broken brain. Who would do this in general holy spirits? Is it necessary to have a thief-proof expression?

"Wang Yan, why are you still stunned?" Emmons was also a little weak and rushed to the person, "If you take the things, leave quickly, don't delay others."

Wang Yan touched his nose helplessly. Who are these people? It’s not me who took the initiative to seduce the Fire Pheasant.

"No!" Wang Yan simply made up his mind and said strongly, "President Emmons, I haven't got my prize yet, why should you let me go?"

What!?

Emmons's face changed drastically.

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Chapter completed!