Chapter 146 The Winner's Change!

Cannibalism!

Welcome back son!

what is this!

Why does the dignified ancestor of the winner of the pinnacle of land immortal cultivation respect a young man so much!

don't know!

Incomprehensible!

And unbelievable shock!

Those who were unhappy with Chen Zheng denounced Chen Zheng before this moment were silent, and all their eyes were focused on Chen Zheng, trying to see what was on Chen Zheng!

"God of Cooking..." Kunlun Tsing Yi Swordsman frowned, took a deep breath, and then stared at the winner's ancestor and Chen Zheng, and then said solemnly: "There is no God of Cooking in this world, the winner's ancestor , you just made up an identity to favor this kid!"

"Yes! Brother Fan Cong is right, there is no God of Cookery in the world, or everyone is a God of Cookery! The winner, the old man, we just want a fair and reasonable argument!"

Someone is booing.

"Humph!" Ying Sanshui hummed lowly, and glanced at him with an indifferent look, the person who was coaxing immediately shut up and lowered his head. Ying Sanshui looked back, clasped his fists and bowed to Chen Zheng again, and then said loudly: "The reason why my winner can become one of the three schools in the Chinese cultivation world, and it has been passed down for thousands of years, is because my winner once He suffered a catastrophe and was rescued by the God of Cookery who descended from the upper realm! The God of Cookery from the upper realm once came to the earth, in order to find a person, that person was the son! For many years to come, that person's appearance will not change, so I am sure that Chen Zheng is the son that our winner has been waiting for for thousands of years!"

"what?"

"This....."

"There really is a God of Cookery?"

The crowd was astonished.

"Ridiculous!" Fan Cong, the swordsman in Tsing Yi, shook his head when he heard it, and then shouted out of the hall, "Second winner, what are you waiting for, don't you want an outsider to ride on your thousand-year-old winner!"

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh!"

In an instant, five figures outside the hall swept in like phantoms!

Among them, the middle-aged man's face is 60% similar to that of the winner's ancestor. At this moment, a look of indifference swept across Chen Zheng's face. The four people around him also looked indifferent, but the breath released was extremely tyrannical!

Earth fairy!

The five people who came in were all land gods!

These five land fairy qi machines have been locked to win Sanshui!

Lock the entire hall!

"Second uncle..."

The cheongsam woman beside Ying Sanshui frowned and shouted.

"You... what do you mean? It's rude to see the son!"

Ying Sanshui stared at the middle-aged man and said solemnly.

"Dad, you've been living too long and your eyes are dizzy. Where are my winners waiting for a young master, there is no God of Cookery in this world, and my winners are not saved by God of Cookery." The middle-aged man chuckled: "Everyone, my dad Recently, some mistakes have gone wrong in my practice, and I have a delusional disorder, so I sometimes lose my mind and like to talk nonsense. My ancestors belong to the Qin Dynasty. After the fall of the Qin Dynasty, the winner has always kept a low profile and even changed his surname many times. It is precisely because of this A low profile can last for thousands of years, and it has nothing to do with the God of Cookery."

After saying that, the middle-aged man's eyes fell on Chen Zheng, and his expression turned cold: "You broke the rules of the winner, and now take your people away from the winner, you are not qualified to participate in the God of Cookery Banquet!"

"Haha! The winner is fair!"

The blue-clothed swordsman Fan Cong immediately laughed.

"The winner is right!"

"The winner is right!"

"That's right! That's fair!"

Many people followed suit.

At this moment, Jiang Boyue, Yu Canghai, and Chen Zhilong were all silent, they all understood,

The winner, the second master, appeared with four terrestrial gods, and I am afraid that he has a plan to make the winner change!

I am afraid this strategy is still a combination of both inside and outside!

The winner, the second master, has teamed up with people from Kunlun!

The five women from Zuo Qinghong beside Chen Zheng were also silent at this moment, and their brows were wrinkled, but when they saw that Chen Zheng's expression had not changed from beginning to end, they were all relieved.

"You! You! You! You son of a bitch! Cough! Cough! Cough!"

How could Ying Sanshui not understand this? He pointed at the middle-aged man, but the moment he opened his mouth, he coughed for a while, and then the color changed drastically, and the real essence in his body was solidifying!

"Dad, you've managed the winners for so many years, so it's time to take a good rest. Kunlun's seven-star silkworm is colorless, invisible, silent, and it specializes in devouring true essence. Don't worry, old man, I only put a seven-star silkworm in the tea. , when you drain your body's true essence, that thing will naturally come out, and your old family can live for a few more years. As for your old man's true essence, as your son, I will reluctantly accept it! Haha! Hahaha! "

The middle-aged man laughed wildly!

"Rebel!"

Ying Sanshui scolded and wanted to raise his hand, but his true essence was being devoured frantically, and he was about to fall to the ground when he stumbled!

"Grandpa!" The cheongsam woman supported Ying Sanshui, and stared at the middle-aged man coldly at this moment: "Second uncle, how can you do this!"

"Humph! How can this be? The winner needs to change! I have been a low-key winner for thousands of years, and my strength has long been the first of the top three. Just for a so-called rumor, I took the treasure that the winner collected for thousands of years and burned a god-eating feast for a bastard. Does this son of a bitch deserve it! Don't worry, girl, this time I've become the winner of the family, and I won't do anything to my elder brother, sister-in-law, or you. At most, I will marry you and Kunlun!"

The middle-aged man laughed wildly again!

"Miss Yingying, I fell in love with you the first time I saw you, please take care of you for the rest of my life!"

The blue-clothed swordsman Fan Cong also laughed at this moment.

"Congratulations to the winner for marrying Kunlun!"

"Haha! Congratulations, you two!"

"Fan Gongzi is a talented person, Miss Yingying is naturally beautiful, and the two are a natural pair!"

Many people quickly joined in!

"Ouch! It's really disgusting! Take care of you for the rest of your life, take care of your mother!"

And at this moment, a woman's voice suddenly sounded, and almost everyone in the hall stared at him in an instant!

An Jing!

It's An Jing!

An Jing is angry!

Just swearing right now!

"You! Humph! A master, a lowly woman dares to insult my son, you are courting death!"

Zheng!

The blue-clothed swordsman Fan Cong was extremely indifferent at this moment, and was scolded by a woman whose cultivation level was not even a great master.

"Boy! Don't blame me, it's the woman beside you who insults this son, then she should be damned!"

The moment he drew his sword, he sneered at Chen Zheng!

Stab it!

Then, a sword qi tore through the air like lightning and stabbed An Jing between the eyebrows!

"Ugh."

Chen Zheng sighed.

"Haha! Deserving it!"

"You dare to be a winner if you don't have the ability, what kind of thing are you!"

"Now you've kicked the iron plate, you can't even protect your woman! I told you to get out of the winner, but you didn't listen!"

Those who denounced Chen Zheng sneered again at this moment. They thought that Chen Zheng's sigh was because he had provoked the swordsman in Tsing Yi, and that Chen Zheng's sigh was a powerless sigh in the face of being crushed by a strong man!

However!

Just the next second!

They heard another sentence!

"I don't really want to kill people today."

Next up!

"Crack!"

I saw Chen Zheng raised his right hand in an instant and grabbed at the blue-clothed swordsman Fan Cong, just like that, the blue-clothed swordsman Fan Cong had his head taken off!

This moment!

The winner's hall is silent!

"Bang!"

wrong!

And sound!

That was the sound of the sword in the hands of the headless corpse of Fan Cong falling to the ground!