Chapter 679 Fire Prevention, Theft Prevention and Laowang Prevention

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Looking at this scene, Wang Yan felt as if he had been hit by a thunderbolt. The thunder was so scorching on the outside that he couldn't believe it.

This, this, this!

Has this arrogant fire pheasant weapon spirit lost its mind? No, no, no, or maybe it has no brain at all. How could it do such a thing just for the sake of a moment of excitement?

The Holy Sword of Fire Pheasant, which had accompanied it for at least hundreds of years, was gone, and it abandoned its family and career to run to Wang Yan's war hammer.

He was still complacent, thinking that his evil plan had succeeded, but it was a lucky thing that he could think of it!

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

Impressed!

I really can’t drive you away now. You’ve destroyed my home and taken away my war hammer. Who can drive you away?

It’s not just Wang Yan.

The people on the rostrum were also shocked. They were all powerful men in the world, and all of them were cunning and well-informed. But even they have never seen or even heard of anything like this.

The Fire Pheasant Holy Sword, which had been nurtured for hundreds of years and gradually formed into a weapon spirit, either admired Wang Yan or was out of grudge for a while, but it actually ended up like this? This is also drunk.

The entire youth conference venue was naturally silent. Most people were shocked by this scene and did not react for a while.

"Bagaya road!"

After a few seconds, a Japanese warrior finally yelled angrily, "Son of Flame, you, you, you, you have gone too far. How dare you destroy the holy sword of our nation."

After he roared, he seemed to wake up those Japanese people who were still dreaming. They went from top to bottom, from Sanjing to Passerby Jia, the crowd was excited and roaring, as if they were ready to rush forward and fight Wang Yan at any time.

"Baga, let me go." Yi Dongheng wanted to die. He originally thought that if Wang Yan didn't want it, he would work hard and still have some chance to get the holy sword. But now such a scene happened, which not only completely cut off his hope, but also extremely humiliated his self-esteem.

The fire pheasant weapon spirit would rather abandon the sword that had been with it for hundreds of years and follow Wang Yan. No, to be precise, it was to take Wang Yan by force. This is like a noble royal lady who fell in love with a poor girl who didn't want anyone else, and ended up abandoning everything and running away, even cooking the raw rice into cooked rice.

This made Ito Yokoichi's heart shattered inch by inch and extremely painful. He was so excited that his face turned red, and he drew his knife and was about to rush to the podium. And some other warriors tried their best to pull him and comfort him.

Just kidding, rushing to fight Wang Yan is just a joke. There are so many S-class bosses on the rostrum. If anyone is offended, half of his life will be lost.

The clamor of the Japanese people rushed away from Wang Yan like waves of tide.

The National African Affairs Bureau and some people from China are not calm.

Wang Yan's good brother Zhang Weidao was the first to jump out: "What are you howling for? Did Lao Wang steal your wife or something happened? If you are not convinced, just go to the ring and ask for a fight."

"Amitabha, that's all." The little Buddha said with a solemn look on his face. "Our old king has a charming personality. It's natural that the Fire Pheasant Spirit has the vision to follow him."

"Boom!" Lei Hong said nothing, spread his wings and flew directly to the ring. Lei Hong pointed his spear towards the sky, and there was a rumble of lightning and thunder. His meaning has been very clear. If we want to fight, we will fight. Where is all the nonsense?

"How dare a Japanese kid scream? All the scars have healed and you have forgotten the pain, right?" Wu Ya'ange giggled, her whole body filled with thick black mist, and her poisonous scorpion-like tail swallowed poisonous needles, "Come on, let your sister An Ge teach you how to behave."

As soon as Lei Hong and Wu Ya'an's songs came out, the Japanese people's shouts suddenly became mute.

In the previous qualifiers, during the operation to suppress the National African Bureau, although Wang Yan bore the vast majority of the firepower. However, the rest of the people have also suffered more or less from calculations and sieges, mainly by the Japanese.

In the process of crushing the siege, the terror of Lei Hong, Wu Yaange and others had been deeply imprinted in their minds.

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

Gao Mingyue stood in the air with her hands behind her back. Although she didn't draw her sword, she didn't say anything evil. However, at this time, she was like a sharp sword that could cut through everything. Her soaring sword intent made even those half-step S-level experts who were watching the show look solemn.

In terms of pure sword intent, many half-step S-level experts felt the pressure and threat.

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"Tsk tsk"

Inside the Huaxia rental house.

Two old men, Uncle Pao and Pope Guangming, were surrounded by Erguotou bottles. It was obvious that they had drank a lot while watching the excitement.

"This girl Mingyue is indeed the best descendant of the Shushan Sword Sect in the past century, and the hope of Shushan." Uncle Pao said in praise, "That sword intent is so vast, it seems that I have seen the grace of the predecessors of Shushan."

"Yes, it is indeed good. There is hope for the Shushan lineage to rise again." The Pope of Light also had a very sophisticated eye and praised drunkenly, "Compared with his performance in the trial of light, this child has improved a lot. Jing Lue, although you are usually not in good shape, the hell-style special training is still very effective."

The Pope of Light is of course happy. The younger generation of China's National African Affairs Bureau has made great progress, but his Holy See has also made great progress. Saint Son Wright and Saint Lady Lulu were as if they had been reborn.

"Of course, the way I train my disciples is not easy." Uncle Pao was a little drunk and said proudly, "Look at our Xiaoyan's ability, haha, even the fire pheasant weapon spirit is very weak. I won’t leave without him.”

"Bah! I praised you a few times, but you're still out of breath." The Pope of Light curled his lips and said disdainfully, "How come I heard that you didn't teach Xiao Yan seriously a few times from beginning to end? It all depends on the child himself. Only those with outstanding qualifications and hard work can be better than others. In my opinion, this generation of young people has grown so fast and become so outstanding. Firstly, it is because of the impending disaster and the huge pressure that has created the motivation to move forward. Secondly, it is because the population base has increased significantly, society has gradually developed, and there are many more opportunities for cultivation than before, so the chance of becoming a monster is naturally higher. Thirdly, young people compare with each other, secretly compete with each other, and learn from each other. It played a decisive role. Your hellish special training was just the icing on the cake."

There is some truth in the analysis of the Pope of Light. Before the development of the earth, there were only a few hundred million people in the world. In addition, most of the people were ignorant and ignorant. It would not be surprising even if those evil monsters were buried.

The current population has reached 7 billion, with a developed social structure, smooth information, and favorable living conditions. Naturally, the probability of outstanding people emerging is much higher than in ancient times.

The population explosion and the scientific development of resources may really usher in a peak era for mankind on earth.

Of course, there are many factors, not just the ones listed by the Pope.

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The story returns to the scene.

The young and powerful men of the National African Affairs Bureau released powerful auras one by one, and Huangfu Nanlian's ice aura lowered the temperature of the entire venue. Even Little Flame Lord Zhang Huang burst out with a strong breath of fire and stood on the side of the National African Affairs Bureau.

Today's National Africa Bureau is no longer an era of start-up. Young talents are emerging in an endless stream. In terms of the quantity and quality of masters, Japan has been completely suppressed.

If the two sides engage in gang fights, the Japanese will clearly bring humiliation to themselves.

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

Seeing that Japan is in a state of silence.

The melon-eating crowd suddenly let out waves of boos. You are so cowardly. It was you who started the trouble, but in the end it was you who took the lead. Do you have any self-respect anymore?

No wonder, your Fire Pheasant Holy Sword is chasing the Son of Flame for nothing.

This is the difference.

Those boos and comments pierced the hearts of the Japanese people like poisonous thorns. Their faces turned red and they wished they could find a hole in the ground to crawl in.

"enough!"

Seeing that the commotion was almost over, Super League President Emmons came out to preside over the overall situation. His thick and clear voice spread throughout the audience, "This is an awards ceremony. Anyone who dares to make any noise will be kicked out of the venue. All dispersed." No more trouble."

Relying on the power of the S-class, Emmons once again suppressed the entire audience.

Then he glanced at Wang Yan helplessly. After living a long time, he was finally convinced by Wang Yan. This low-key young man is really "low-key everywhere".

"Wang Yan, since you have obtained the fire pheasant weapon spirit, go down quickly and don't hinder the two saints from choosing the prize." Emmons waved his hand to Wang Yan angrily, as if he was chasing away the god of plague. .

That kid Wang Yan was so good at causing trouble that it made Emmons frightened. If he was allowed to stay any longer, he might cause some trouble.

"this……"

At this moment, 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 extra weapon spirit, and it also has the energy accumulated by the Fire Pheasant Sword for 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 back and glanced at the Dark Saint and the Light Saint not far away, wanting to ask their opinions.

Unexpectedly.

The Holy Lady of Light looked pale and hurriedly hid her sacred weapon, the Holy Light Scepter, behind her back. The Dark Saint also looked panicked and hurriedly hid the Dark Flame Scythe.

That guy Lao Wang not only hooks up with girls, but also hooks up with sacred artifacts and spirits. It's really scary.

Wang Yan's face darkened, do you need to look like this?

Fire Pheasant is out of his mind. Who in the world would do such a thing to a sacred weapon spirit? Do you need a look that looks like you're on guard against thieves?

"Wang Yan, what are you still doing?" Emmons was also a little confused, and said in a hurry, "Get your things and leave quickly, don't delay others."

Wang Yan touched his nose helplessly. Who are these people? It's not like I took the initiative to seduce the fire pheasant.

"No!" Wang Yan said firmly and forcefully, "President Emmons, I haven't received my prize yet, why do you let me go down?"

What! ?

Emmons' expression changed greatly.

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(There was a power outage in the community, so I took the opportunity to go out and spend the day. When I got home at 4:30 in the afternoon, I found that the power was on. I had no choice but to skip dinner and write a chapter~ woo woo~ Lao Ao went to drink wine as usual!)