Peerless Martial God's Rebirth

Chapter 1407

Yang Teng's words made countless people angry.

Those standing here can be said to be geniuses among geniuses. They are not convinced of anyone at ordinary times.

Today, a little monk in Juyuan period stood on the challenge arena and called for a fight. Unexpectedly, no one dared to fight.

If this gets out, do they have the face to call it genius again.

"Yang Teng, children! Don't be too wild. You can see that those standing below are peerless talents from all continents of Tianxu domain. How can you tolerate you so presumptuous!" a cry came from behind the crowd.

Yang Teng looked at it and almost laughed. It turned out to be an old slovenly who changed his dress.

This old guy, it's not too big to watch the excitement.

Yang Teng deliberately pretended not to know the old slovenly and shouted, "that monk, if you are not convinced, just come up and fight. It's no use talking."

The old slovenly disdained and said, "I'm not a peerless genius, and I don't want to show off in front of people. It's your business who you want to fight. These so-called peerless geniuses don't dare to fight. It's their business. It has nothing to do with me. I just want to see the excitement."

"Of course, these peerless geniuses don't want to go to war, and they have their reasons. If they are defeated by you, their fame will go down." the old slovenly secretly ridiculed these peerless geniuses for not daring to go to war.

Yang Teng and old slovenly sang and made peace, and immediately angered countless monks under the stage.

At least they are called peerless geniuses. How can they be so humiliated.

Suddenly, seven or eight friars flew up and surrounded Yang Teng in the middle.

Yang Teng smiled: "why, fighting alone is not my opponent. I want to fight in groups, right?"

"Fart! It's a group fight to deal with you, a nobody. You overestimate yourself!" a big man with a curly beard burst out a rude remark.

"It's smelly!" Yang Teng raised his hand and fanned in front of him. "What did you grow up with? How can you talk so smelly? It's smelly!"

"Young man, sharp teeth and sharp mouth are not a good habit. You are very good at causing trouble for yourself!" cried another friar.

"Since it's not a group fight, which one of you comes to die first!" Yang Teng's eyes released two murderous Qi, and the long knife pointed at these opponents.

He took a look. These people should be the realm of the emperor in the period of refining emptiness. There is nothing worthy of his attention.

"Boy, you can't wait to die. I'll help you!" the bearded man waved his long knife and was about to rush to Yang Teng.

"I'll come!"

"I came up to kill this arrogant thing. How can I be robbed by you."

Seven or eight monks quarreled and wanted to be the first.

In their opinion, Yang Teng was not as terrible as just shown. It was just that the king was too careless. Yang Teng's attack with the nature of sneak attack led to the killing of the friar. That was not the embodiment of Yang Teng's real strength, nor the real strength of the killed friar.

As emperors, if they can't even defeat the little friars in the Juyuan period, what face will they have to be called peerless geniuses in the future.

Don't people live for one breath.

"Well, don't argue!" Yang Teng shouted to stop the quarrel. "Look what you look like!"

A few people quieted down.

"There are two ways for you. One is to fight first. If you lose, go away. Who wins and fight with me." Yang Teng looked at these people and said with a smile: "how about this way?"

Several people looked at each other. What's the way? They came up to challenge Yang Teng, but they didn't think of a fight between them.

"Well, since you don't accept this method, there is another way. More simply, don't worry. Come one by one, and I'll spend more time to kill you all. As for the order of going out and dying, you can draw lots or come casually. Anyway, I have to kill you in the end. It doesn't matter."

Yang Teng's words deeply stimulated several people.

It's too arrogant. I don't think they are strong at all.

"Boy! That's what you said!" the bearded man shouted, "guys, we don't have to fight. We'll start in the order of where we stand now. The one in the front will take the first shot. If we lose to Yang Teng, what do you think of the next one."

"What if you beat Yang Teng who ranked first?" a friar asked an extremely idiot.

The bearded man looked at him disdainfully, "isn't this nonsense! Yang Teng has lost, and of course there is no chance behind."

"You bastard, take advantage of us, don't you? You're at the top. You're really good at calculation." several others denounced the bearded man one after another.

The bearded man laughed: "ha ha! There's no way. You all promised."

"Let you fight first, you dare say you can beat Yang Teng!" the others thought and gave the qualification of the first appearance to the bearded man.

Let him consume Yang Teng's strength first, and then play, which is better than the first one.

The bearded man laughed proudly: "you don't want to get this chance again. I'm sure I'll be in the limelight!"

The bearded man seems rude, but he is rough and meticulous. In this way, he gets the first chance to fight.

Holding the long knife in his hand, he came to the opposite of Yang Teng. "Boy, let's move! I'll let you three moves today!"

As soon as he said this, a young man who had just come to the competitive arena twitched at the corners of his mouth. When he heard that the man with a beard asked Yang Teng to make three moves first, he couldn't help thinking of what had happened to him.

Looking at the bearded man, Yang Teng slowly raised his long knife and pointed to his opponent, "arrogant thing! If you dare me to take the first shot, I'll let you see what is the real Sabre skill!"

With a burst of drink, the aura was suddenly input into the Tianhuang sabre. The light of the sabre soared, and a bright moon burst out in front of the Tianhuang sabre.

What kind of sabre is this! The bearded man was frightened.

He has practiced Sabre skills for so long. He has seen all kinds of sabre skills. For the first time, he saw someone who could inspire a bright moon in front of the long knife.

The bearded man didn't dare to despise this Sabre and immediately put on a defensive posture.

Since Yang Teng was asked to take the first shot, he can only resist and certainly can't fight back. He can fight back only when Yang Teng cuts three knives. Otherwise, he will break his promise and win disgracefully.

Unfortunately, he obviously thinks too much.

Winning or losing is not his concern at all.

"Bang!" the bright moon exploded, forming countless light spots.

The bearded man tried his best and waved his long knife back and forth to resist the light spot in the sky.

There was a tinkling sound, and many light spots were blocked by his long knife.

However, most of the light spots broke through his defense and penetrated through the gap of the knife curtain under the long knife cloth.

"Poof! Poof! Poof!" the sound was not very loud. In a blink of an eye, the whole tribe was on the bearded man.

"Ah!" the bearded man screamed, and he felt countless knives in the front of his body.

The damage caused by each knife is not fatal. It's just a small injury to him. It can be repaired quickly by running Reiki a little.

However, the superposition of a large number of small injuries has produced great results.

The bearded man's arms were weak, his long knife crotch fell to the ground, and then his legs could not support his body.

"Poof!" he knelt on his knees.

At this time, Yang Teng has put away the knife, holding the long knife in his hand, disdained to look at the bearded man, "it's no use kneeling down. You're dead. No one can save you!"

The bearded man closed his eyes reluctantly.

Yang Tengfei kicked the bearded man to the bottom of the challenge arena.

Then he turned to the others, "the second one, come here quickly and don't waste time."

There was silence on and off the stage. No one could have imagined that the bearded man in the realm of the emperor in the virtual period was so vulnerable that he was killed by Yang Teng with a knife.

"Hurry up, don't linger. Let me make three moves or five moves. I'll try my best to solve the battle with one move and don't delay the brothers behind." Yang Teng shouted to the next opponent.

The next opponent hesitated and dared not play.

Yang Teng's ferocious move killed two friars one by one, which was too powerful to frighten them.

The little monk in Juyuan period has such strength. How can he fight.

Whether he is willing to play or not, since he has boarded the competitive challenge arena and took the initiative to challenge Yang Teng, of course, there is no reason not to play.

Looking at the opponent standing up, Yang Teng asked, "are you going to let me do some tricks?"

The monk had been in his mind for a long time and didn't let Yang Teng do it first. It seemed that his skills were inferior to others. He would be said to be timid and poor in strength.

Let Yang Teng take the lead. Once Yang Teng takes the lead, he can't win.

Just as he was struggling, Yang Teng's voice came, "I see. You're afraid I'll kill you first. In this way, I'll stand here and let you do three moves at will. I'll do it again after three moves. What do you think?"

The monk was overjoyed. "That's what you said!"

Stand there and wait for him to make three moves.

The strong of semi Holy Level dare not say so!

"Come on, you dare not let me do it first, then hurry up." Yang Teng shouted and input the aura into the Vajra mask.

The body felt soft and weak, and Yang Teng's aura was evacuated in an instant.

Quickly take out a julingdan, pretend to cover your mouth and stuff it into your mouth.

The consumed aura was quickly replenished, and Yang Teng waited for the other party to make a move.

The friar stood on his feet, quickly turned his aura, looked ferocious, and shouted, "Yang Teng! Go to hell!"

Both fists burst out at the same time, and two violent attack waves rushed to Yang Teng's chest.

"Boom!" his fists hit Yang Teng's chest with a loud crash.

Yang Teng stood there motionless, looked at the friar with a smile, and said, "the power is too poor!"