Chapter 4212: Cowardly

After twitching for about seven or eight breaths, Cheng Tiandu, who looked like a dead dog, finally passed out. His miserable appearance, like mud, made everyone shudder.

How miserable!

He had no idea how many bones were broken, and everything around him was soft, with no intact part.

"Carry him down, treat him immediately."

The voice of Tian Ye's second seat sounded again, and someone rushed out immediately to lift Cheng Tiandu and quickly carried him away from the coronation holy place.

Everyone still remained in the shape of clay sculptures, motionless, just subconsciously watching Cheng Tiandu being carried out.

Crack!

The armrest of the seat under Piao Xin was crushed by her!

Both hands in her sleeves were trembling slightly, but there was no more dissatisfaction on Piao Xin's harsh face, only deep shock, anger and disbelief!

Yang Shan was the same, his eyes were still fixed on Ye Wuque on the altar, with an expression of seeing a ghost in broad daylight.

Hei Guang was not much better, his face was as black as the bottom of a pot, he was staring at the ground in front of him, his eyes were fixed, violent waves were surging in his deep eyes, and he didn't know how many thousands of feet of stormy waves were set off in his heart!

Cheng Tiandu!

Among the countless disciples of the Nine Veins of the Ancient Alliance, except for the high-ranking Lingzi and Quasi Lingzi, he is in the first echelon, one of the real masters!

Except for the special star veins, he swept through countless disciples of the other eight veins without a rival, which is almost synonymous with the strongest.

But such Cheng Tiandu, Cheng Tiandu with a great reputation, Cheng Tiandu, the strongest competitor of Quasi Lingzi, was suppressed by Ye Wuque in one move!

How incredible is this?

How terrible is Ye Wuque?

At this moment!

In the hearts of all the disciples of the Nine Veins, they no longer just have a simple awe for Ye Wuque, but also a touch of fear!

Fear that cannot be hidden!

But after the fear, there is another kind of admiration from the depths of the soul!

Only such a person is worthy of being the seventh quasi-spiritual son of the Ancient Alliance, completely transcending the common people and becoming a great figure in the hearts of countless disciples of the Ancient Alliance.

"Who else wants to challenge Ye Wuque?"

In the dead silence between heaven and earth, Tianye Jizuo's usual low voice sounded, falling into everyone's ears, like a muffled thunder, trembling their hearts.

In a moment, everyone's eyes subconsciously looked at the four figures at the forefront of the Nine Veins disciples.

Hua Teng!

Xiao Yuanqing!

Bai Menliu!

Qian Hui!

These four people are the biggest competitors for the position of quasi-spiritual son except Cheng Tiandu, and the four of them are also on par with Cheng Tiandu.

For the position of quasi-spiritual son, they all desire to the extreme!

But now, Cheng Tian was beaten to death, and he couldn't even take a move from Ye Wuque!

The four of them who are on par with Cheng Tiandu...

Qian Hui, the only woman among the four, is staring at Ye Wuque on the altar at this moment. It is hard to describe what kind of expression is surging on her beautiful face.

"What a despairing scene..."

"Cheng Tiandu, the pseudo-eight-orifice quasi-legend, Cheng Tiandu who is on par with us, can't even take a single move from him..."

This is Bai Menliu's self-talk. His voice has a unique crispness, which is somewhat different from ordinary male voices and is very strange.

At this moment, looking up at Ye Wuque on the altar, his eyes are surging with a sense of wonder or shame.

Xiao Yuanqing!

This person who likes to play chess very much is also looking at Ye Wuque from afar at this moment. His eyes slowly go up along the ninety-nine steps stained red by Cheng Tiandu's blood. The shocking red is reflected in his eyes, and his deep eyes become deep.

"I thought it was a chess piece, but I didn't expect it to jump out of the chessboard and become a chess player..."

"For the first time, I misjudged a person..."

Xiao Yuanqing's whisper was only heard by himself.

However, among the four people, there was one person who didn't move at all, that was Hua Teng!

Like a sculpture, Hua Teng just stood there quietly!

His face seemed to be frozen!

A pair of eyes also stared at Ye Wuque on the altar. No one knew what he was thinking, but everyone could easily feel the extremely cold breath emanating from him.

Four people, four colors.

The ideas were different.

The six quasi-spiritual sons sitting upright also had different expressions at this moment, especially Wan Yanghao.

"What a 'none of my business'! Hahahahaha..."

"This way of crushing the opponent to death is simple and crude, refreshing and compelling. I learned it, really learned it! Hahahaha..."

Wan Yanghao laughed and seemed very happy.

The other five quasi-spiritual sons also glanced at Ye Wuque on the altar, but their eyes were very calm, without any shock or disbelief at Ye Wuque's method of suppressing Cheng Tiandu with one move.

Because they are quasi-spiritual sons!

The younger generation of the Tianshen Ancient Alliance, except for the five high-ranking spiritual sons who have already left the status of disciples, should regard them as the most respected and the best!

Suppressing Cheng Tiandu with one move?

For them, it is just a little fun to watch.

The coronation holy land is still silent!

On the altar.

Ye Wuque stood with his hands behind his back, he stood at the entrance of the ladder, stepping on the blood of Cheng Tiandu, standing on the blood.

With the glorious record of suppressing Cheng Tiandu with one move, at this moment he is like a great demon king who is pressing down on all the disciples of the Nine Veins of the Ancient Alliance!

Ye Wuque's eyes were now looking down at the motionless Hua Teng.

"Who else wants to challenge Ye Wuque?"

At this moment, the voice of Tianye's second seat sounded again!

At the same time, Tianye's second seat also swept everyone's eyes, and continued to speak: "After ten breaths, I will ask again, and it will be the last time."

"If no one comes out to challenge, then this challenge to Ye Wuque will be completely over, and Ye Wuque will be officially crowned."

"No time to wait."

"If you don't come out now, if you jump out to make trouble when Ye Wuque is officially crowned, then I will personally suppress it!"

When the last two words came out, a terrifying aura of overwhelming power enveloped the whole venue, and all the nine veins disciples subconsciously shuddered in their hearts!

The ten-breath countdown begins!

Everyone began to recite in their hearts!

But at this moment!

On the altar, Ye Wuque, who had been standing with his hands behind his back, had a pair of bright eyes that fell directly on Hua Teng, and his indifferent voice exploded in everyone's ears like thunder!

"Brother Hua."

"I'm waiting for you to come up."

"You're not...cowardly?"

Swish, swish, swish!!

As soon as these words came out, everyone's eyes in the world were instantly focused on Hua Teng again!

Hua Teng's body remained motionless!

But no one saw that his hands hidden in his sleeves had already been shaking! !