Chapter 2470 Gene Ancient Dao Martial Artist

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"Damn, how familiar is this smile!"

"Am I hallucinating?"

Under the doubtful eyes of the two serving girls, Eagle Demon shook his head and looked away from Ye Hong.

Looking at the turbulent nine elders on the field, they said indifferently: "I won't say nonsense. How you perform will be judged by everyone."

The unruly rules in the mouth of the Eagle Demon are exactly the rules of this competition.

In a ring, the elders of the nine poisonous can enter anytime, anywhere.

Singles, gang fights, the choice is yours.

In the final ranking, so many onlookers naturally have some comments in their hearts.

In the heart of the Eagle Demon, there will also be a corresponding scale.

Such a primitive and savage style is in line with the behavior of the Seven Poison Sect.

"So, who comes first?"

Eagle Demon's eyes swept down the stage, with a coercion that was contained but not revealed.

The nine elders were all eager to try.

Everyone knows that the first person to come on stage will definitely get extra points in the eyes of many "judges" on the scene.

Even Su Cen, who has always been wily, couldn't wait to stand up and prepare to go to the stage.

However, just as he got up from his seat, his shoulders sank.

A strong palm pushed Su Cen back into the chair involuntarily.

The strength from the palm is like a mountain pressing down on the shoulders!

Su Cen's heart was suddenly startled.

He is an ancient martial artist, who has such power, so that he has no desire to resist!

When he saw Ye Hong walking in front of him, his pupils shrank suddenly.

Suddenly, Su Cen felt that he had never seen through this closed disciple.

Confused, he watched Ye Hong walk to the stage.

And seeing that the first person to take the stage turned out to be a teenager, there was an uproar underneath.

"Who is this kid?"

"Whoever he is, he dares to make trouble in the big competition in the church, and it will be better to have him later!"

Facing the crowd, Ye Hong introduced himself calmly.

"Everyone, in Xiagukang, you are the closed disciple of the nine elders."

As soon as the voice fell, there were displeased reprimands from the other elders.

"Lao Jiu really doesn't know how to teach his disciples, how could he teach such a person who doesn't understand the rules?"

"Boy, this is a test of our nine poisonous elders, don't make trouble, go cool."

Strangely, when the eight elders reprimanded Ye Hong, Su Cen just said nothing.

He sat in his place with a gloomy expression on his face.

Glancing at Su Cen, the eyes behind the Eagle Demon Goshawk mask suddenly narrowed.

On the stage, Ye Hong was still calm and said with a light smile: "The younger generation will naturally know about the rules.

It's just that this junior is willing to play for the teacher this time and sincerely ask the seniors for advice.

If you are not even your juniors as opponents, then there is no need for the teacher to fight.

Teacher, do you think so? "

The last sentence, Ye Hong turned his head and looked at Su Cen with a smile.

Looking at the closed disciples who were completely different from the usual ones on the stage, looking at those deep eyes like holes, Su Cen's back was like being stuffed with popsicles, and a bunch of cool air suddenly rose.

"Yes, yes..."

Su Cen's voice was a little dry, and his face was as stiff as ice cubes.

He turned his head slightly, not daring to look at Ye Hong.

Until now, he still felt the pain in the shoulder that Ye Hong had pressed.

"Arrogant child!"

Although Ye Hong's tone was calm, the content of his words was extremely domineering, which immediately aroused the anger of the eight elders.

Even the onlookers below sneered and shook their heads, wondering if this young man on the secret platform had lost his mind.

"Since Lao Jiu can't teach his disciples, let this old man teach him for Lao Jiu!"

An old man with gray temples, got up with a yin smile, and walked to the stage.

Ye Hong recognized this person as 【Jie Wu Shu】, the eighth ranked elder of the nine poisonous elders of the Seven Poison Sect mentioned in the information.

After Ma Zhen tampered with the Seven Medicine Religion as the Seven Poison Religion, he retained the establishment of the seven major divisions.

However, with the expansion of ambitions, the eighth and ninth divisions were later established in the southern border.

Because the two divisions were of similar status, and there was a desire to compare with each other, the relationship between the eighth division head Ji Wushu and the ninth division head Su Cen was quite poor.

Presumably, Wu Shu jumped out in such a hurry, and wanted to take this opportunity to kill Su Cen's closed disciple.

However, Ye Hong didn't take the murderous intention of Jie Wu Shu to heart.

Because, he also wanted to kill Wu Shu.

On the other side, Jie Wu Shu has slowly stepped onto the stage and looked at Ye Hongyao.

In this arena without judges, Jie Wu Shu didn't say a word of nonsense, he took out a few roses from the palm of his hand.

This kind of hidden weapon similar to the shuriken of the Sakura Kingdom is very popular in the southern border area.

In addition, the caltrops on Wushu's hand were obviously different. They were covered with blue ants, emitting blue poisonous mist visible to the naked eye.

This cyan ant is a well-known poison in southern Xinjiang.

Small in size, but no less poisonous than the five poisons.

There are no rules in this ring, no matter what

life and death.

What weapons and means are used, no one will care.

Jie Wushu couldn't help but threw these caltrops at Ye Hong.

The caltrops pierced the sky like a meteor, bringing out bursts of screams, which also attracted a burst of applause from the audience.

The so-called layman is watching the fun, and the expert is watching the doorway.

As soon as these caltrops came out, the other elders watching in the audience sneered.

"Jie Wu Shu's shot is really ruthless, and he actually used Taoism on this kid."

"Forget it, kill this kid quickly and end this farce."

Ye Hong looked at the flying caltrops, and his eyes gradually narrowed.

"Ding! Trigger the master-level see-through ability, trigger the master-level effect [Dong Ruoguan Fire]..."

"Ding! See through, target type: Gene Ancient Daoist.

The target is good at ability: pseudo-green ant poison.

Fighting Style: Poison, Summoning.

Threat Level: Weak.

Target Weakness: The target is the artificial ancient Taoist martial artist created by the poisonous gene, and the fatal weakness is the poisonous gene in the body. "

Looking at the information on Wushu, Ye Hong smiled coldly.

Sure enough, this knot Wu Shu is an artificial ancient martial artist who was injected with the genetic mutation of the poisonous poison!

Therefore, in front of the Taoist meaning he mutated, there is an extra word [pseudo].

Fake Taoism is naturally not as good as genuine.

Therefore, although the caltrops flying towards him looked cruel, to Ye Hong it was like a toy made of paper.

With an understatement and a wave of his hand, the Tao of Fire will come at your fingertips.

"call--"

The sea of ​​fire filled the air, and the blue poisonous ants on the caltrops were completely burned.

Even the hard caltrops turned into molten iron in the fiery flame.

The opposite Wushu saw this scene and almost squinted his eyes out of his sockets.

The elders who were originally watching the show jumped up from their seats in shock.

The audience off the field fell into an eerie silence in the blink of an eye.