Chapter 1166 The Calm Before the Storm

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"Okay, okay~" Goddess Shiva bit her lip and said with a sneer, "I want to see how you can defeat our people with your charm!" Using charm to add BUFF is indeed the religion of Shiva. Tricks I never thought of.

This is Wang Yan's thinking, which is really beyond the reach of ordinary people. Secondly, the Trial of Destruction has always been a sacred trial for the Shiva Sect. It has always followed the traditional blessings and etiquette, and no one dares to try various methods. Thirdly, there is Huanxi Zen in Yinguo, but there is no serious charm technique.

But I didn't expect that Wang Yan could do such a trick.

However, Goddess Shiva did not think that the charm technique would have any miraculous effects.

"Haha~ I just gave it a try when I had no other choice." Wang Yan shrugged and smiled, "I just hope that if Her Majesty the Goddess loses, you will never betray my trust in you."

Believe me, sister!

Goddess Shiva almost swore, "Who wants your trust for a person like you?" After taking a few deep breaths, Goddess Shiva calmed down a little and said in a humming voice, "Don't worry, I, Indira, am a goddess, so I won't go back on my word and get fat. You'd better take care of yourself."

"That's good." Wang Yan said with a relaxed smile, "I, Wang Yan, have never broken a promise when making bets so far."

August, who was not far away, fainted and stared at Wang Yan faintly. You really have no record of breaking your promise. But that’s because you, Wang, have never lost so far, right?

August felt a wave of heartache when he thought of the losses he had suffered from Wang Yan, the money and resources he had lost.

"Hey, Lao Ao, what's that look in your eyes?" Wang Yan saw this, smiled very kindly and said, "How about you come down and have some fun?"

When Golden Lion Sword August saw Wang Yan's look, he suddenly became excited and said hurriedly, "Forget it, forget it, just have fun with Her Majesty the Goddess, I won't participate."

Just kidding, betting with Wang Yan, doesn't it mean you think you have too much wealth?

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

trust you?

August rolled his eyes, no matter how good your acting skills are, you will never let me be fooled again.

not far away. Among the Japanese delegation, which has always been a bit boring, Anbei Zongxiu sat in the middle, holding a folding fan and swaying slowly. His white clothes were flowing, and he seemed to be a handsome young man in the world. A sneer flashed across his narrow eyes, "The Son of Flame is so childish."

"Hmph~ Let's see if he can be proud for a while." The great monk in red is full of wisdom, and the anger in his eyes is extremely fierce. He is definitely the person who hates Wang Yan the most. If Wang Yan hadn't ruined his plan, he would definitely be able to Obtain the treasure inheritance from the Buddhist ruins.

Not only can Dongmi's overall power be raised to a higher level, he may even take the opportunity to rise to the top, aiming directly at the demigod level.

However, at this time, he was reduced to such a situation. Even one of his arms was chopped off by Yan Zun, and he became a joke among the legendary powerhouses. Now he is even reduced to relying on Ampei Zongxiu.

When he saw Wang Yan, he wanted to swallow his flesh and blood.

"The great monk is taking a moment to calm down." Anbei Zongxiu drank tea slowly and said with half-squinted eyes, "I will definitely do what I promised you. Whether it is the Son of Flame or the arrogant and domineering Yan You will definitely pay the price."

The eyes of the great monk in red gleamed with excitement. He took a sip of tea and gave Wang Yan a cold look.

at this time.

Among the young people from each country's national team, the slowest one had already walked 30 meters. The fastest runners were surprisingly not Zhang Wei and Zhao Chengtian who set off first. But it was a ninja from Japan. His feet barely touched the ground, and he walked towards the Tower of Destruction in an erratic manner. The waves of destruction seemed to have no effect on him at all.

Such an outstanding performance made people couldn't help but look at the special jounin Hattori Shisui. The young man was dressed as a ninja and looked like he was either his apprentice or heir.

The Ninja master Shisui Hattori, who had been silent all this time, still looked calm and calm. Even if he was sitting there drinking tea, he seemed not to feel his presence. No matter how brilliant the apprentice's performance was, it seemed to be reasonable and could not cause any psychological fluctuations in him.

"Haha~" Wang Yan narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "This Hattori Shisui feels very dangerous to me. He seems to be motionless, but once he takes action, it will definitely be a thunderous strike. And it seems that his ability to train his disciples is also Not bad. Well, the first and second places are occupied by ninjas.”

"Wang Yan, Japan's ninjas have always been rigorously trained. They have almost grown up wandering around life and death." Linghu Yaojue frowned slightly, "If you are not afraid of life and death, you can naturally resist the intention of destruction. Look. It looks like the one who comes out on top is probably one of the two young ninjas."

"That's not necessarily true." Wang Yan said calmly, "The training of Ninja Dao is indeed cruel, but they become stronger at the cost of annihilating human nature. The reason why we humans prosper and continue to grow and develop is because we have human nature. , because we have love and hope. The power of humanity is the strongest.”

Wang Yan just finished speaking.

A problem arose at the scene. A young monk from Dongmi screamed and fell to the ground. He huddled on the ground and trembled, shouting: "Don't, don't kill me. Please spare me."

Although he spoke Japanese, judging from the tone of his voice, everyone already understood what was going on.

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

It seems that the man's willpower is a little weak, or at least too many loopholes. Such a person's achievements in this life are probably limited.

"Idiot~" The red-robed monk blushed and cursed.

Shame, it's really shameful. He didn't expect that the first one to fall was a disciple he usually looked up to, which made him embarrassed.

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

His roar seemed to push down dominoes.

A young man from the Yin-Yang Sect and a holy priest fell one after another. Even the middle-aged youth Zhao Chengtian stumbled and fell to the ground.

Not good!

Wang Yan's heart jumped. This stinky boy ran too fast.

Just when he was about to rescue Zhao Chengtian, Zhao Chengtian stood up tremblingly, stroked his red hair and roared to the sky: "Who do you think you are? How dare you suppress me? I, Zhao Chengtian, am the protagonist of the next generation. Isn't it just a little tempering? Let the storm come more violently."

As he said this, he continued to rush forward as if he had been injected with chicken blood.

This made Wang Yan sweat coldly. It turned out that the hopeless second-year syndrome was sometimes quite useful.

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