Space Farmer's Farming Story

Chapter 1127
Hit a person, make him angry, let him lose control, and he will win.

"Xiao Chen, you are a devil's son, what qualifications do you have to participate in the competition. If I were you, I would obediently withdraw from the competition and leave Taichenzong."

"I heard that you relied on a woman to get to where you are today. When you encounter danger, that woman will help you. You said that you are a man, and you rely on a woman. If I were you, I would just hit my head to death. "Wang Ming's words became more and more excessive, and he stared at him without blinking, waiting for him to get angry.

"Finished?" Xiao Chen said calmly.

"Ah?!" Wang Ming on the opposite side was taken aback, his performance was completely beyond his expectation.How could he be so calm? Could it be that his scolding wasn't harsh enough.

When Wang Ming secretly poked and wanted to attack him with more vicious words, Xiao Chen didn't have the time to tell him, and launched an attack directly.

With one blow, thousands of mountains and rivers rushed towards the face, and the spiritual energy transformed into mountains, and like streams of water, charged towards Wang Ming with infinite power.

His attack was too fast, as soon as Wang Ming launched the attack, Ling Lie's murderous aura came, and he was directly knocked into the air, hitting the light curtain heavily.

Wang Ming's body was thrown back by the light curtain, and he spit out a mouthful of blood, his eyes were full of viciousness, "You... despicable!"

Wang Ming still wanted to make a move, but the elder referee had already shouted: "Xiao Chen wins."

No matter how unwilling Wang Ming was, he did not dare to make a move. In fact, he was not that weak, but Xiao Chen shot too fast, and his carelessness gave Xiao Chen an opportunity to take advantage of it.Defeated with one hit, such a shameful humiliation, made Wang Ming hate Xiao Chen to the core.

Luo Zheng looked at the defeated Wang Ming, and cursed in his heart, trash.

Such a dramatic scene made the disciples in the stands unable to recover for a long time.After returning to their senses, each of them looked at Wang Ming differently.

"I'll go, why is this Wang Ming such a waste."

"It came down with one move, this is probably the No.1 in history."

"Do you know who Xiao Chen is? Why does this person's name sound so familiar?" Some of the handyman disciples wondered.

There are many people like this disciple, and soon someone remembered who Xiao Chen was.Xiao Chen's name quickly spread among the outer disciples and the handyman disciples, and the fact that Wang Ming was defeated by others made it known to all.

After Wang Ming found out, he was so angry that he spat out a mouthful of blood on the spot.Of course, this is all for later.

After the first round, the winners all get one point.Next came the second match. As soon as Wang Meng of the eighth group entered the field, he easily defeated another monk and won the second point.

In the same group, Zhao Feibai easily defeated his opponent and won the second point.

Lin Fanger's opponent this time is the early Jindan stage monk who was defeated by Wang Meng with five moves last time. Although his strength is not as good as his own, Lin Fanger will not underestimate him.

"Brother, please give me your advice." Lin Fang'er said politely.

The young monk was humiliated by Wang Meng in the last match, so he naturally wanted to win back this match to earn back some popularity and face for himself.Facing the polite and polite female monk who was a little stronger than himself, he was a little embarrassed to make a move.

"Junior Sister, please."

Before he could say a word of request, the cultivator started to attack, attacking at a rapid speed.

(End of this chapter)