The strongest starting system

Chapter 535 Shocked to drop his jaw!

Zhao Wushuang shook his head regretfully when he saw that he had reached the one hundred and second rank.

"It's a pity. If Liu Chenji has points, maybe I can directly rush to the first place."

This was just a contest between outer disciples and inner disciples. Generally speaking, direct disciples would not get involved in this matter at all. If it wasn't for Liu Chen's enemy here, he would never have come here.

After completing the task, Zhao Wushuang didn't need to stay any longer. The first place in the competition was just a false name to him. Even if he didn't compete for the first place, everyone now knew who the strongest person here was.

Zhao Wushuang greeted Wen Tiancheng and said, "Let's go!"

"it is good!"

So Wen Tiancheng and Zhao Wushuang flew towards the outside, leaving only the messy crowd in the wind.

However, when the two had just set off!The space vibrated unexpectedly!

"Who dares to kill my disciple? Take your life!" The loud thunderous sound deafened people's ears.

I saw a person exuding bright golden light flying through the void, appearing above people's heads, exuding a terrifying aura.

This is truly demi-holy!Only one step away from the saint!
"Elder Mingpo is here! Haha, Zhao Wushuang is dead."

"Elder Ming Po! It was this kid who killed Liu Chen, and he must avenge Senior Brother Liu."

For some reason, a small group of people in this group were extremely hostile to Zhao Wushuang. In his opinion, perhaps it was because of jealousy that twisted their minds.

"Huh?" Ming Po stared coldly at the person whom Qian Fu pointed out.

When he found out that this person turned out to be Zhao Wushuang, a basin of cold water was poured over his head suddenly, and the resentment in his heart disappeared, replaced by awe and fear.

"Young...Young Master!" Ming Po's figure suddenly flashed, and he immediately came to Zhao Wushuang, bowing respectfully.

"what?"

The eyeballs almost flew out of fright, Elder Mingpo is called Young Master Zhao Wushuang?
Did you hear it right?
Wen Tiancheng looked at Zhao Wushuang in surprise. He thought he knew Zhao Wushuang very well. At this moment, he felt that the person in front of him was extremely strange, as if he had met him for the first day.

"Get up." Zhao Wushuang waved his hands.

"Yes!" Ming Po stood up slowly, standing beside Zhao Wushuang like a bodyguard.

Everyone was instantly petrified, and they didn't understand what was going on in the situation in front of them?

Are they in a dream?How could Elder Ming Po bow down to an outer disciple?And showing such respect.

"I must be dreaming, it must be." A disciple who worshiped Elder Mingpo extremely murmured.

"Is Liu Chenji your disciple?" Zhao Wushuang asked.

"Exactly!" Ming Po nodded slightly.

"He wants to kill me." Zhao Wushuang said lightly.

"Chen Ji's death is more than justified, young master don't need to worry too much." Ming Po is like a devout believer, Zhao Wushuang is a god in his eyes!
"I thought you would avenge him." Zhao Wushuang smiled slightly, full of evil.

Wen Tiancheng's heart was almost frightened when he was next to Zhao Wushuang, he dared to talk to Ming Po in such a tone, did he think it would be too long?
"It's his own fault." Ming Po said.

"Very good." Zhao Wushuang smiled in satisfaction, then put his arm around Wen Tiancheng's shoulder, and said, "Let's go."

"Ah? Oh." Wen Tiancheng was stunned for a moment, and looked at Ming Po's appearance again uncertainly. For a while, he wondered if this was a counterfeit.

All the disciples were dumbfounded. This scene was too outrageous. They had never seen such a 'shocking' scene in their decades of life.

"Hahaha! Holy Land... that's all." Zhao Wushuang laughed wildly, the laughter was full of ridicule and disdain.

Can't do anything, can only watch Zhao Wushuang and Wen Tiancheng disappear slowly.

"Damn it! It's too arrogant! Did he think that no one would dare to touch him because of Elder Ming Po?" A disciple couldn't understand Zhao Wushuang's arrogant attitude and was filled with righteous indignation.

"Don't worry, no matter how arrogant Zhao Wushuang is, he won't be able to jump for a long time. The Holy Son is about to leave the customs. At that time, the entire Xuanming Holy Land will no longer have a place for him."

They didn't know Zhao Wushuang's true combat power at all. If he had unleashed all his barren power at that time, the entire Xuanming Mountain would have been destroyed in a radius of [-] li.

No one can stop it unless the Holy Lord comes in person.

For Zhao Wushuang, all saints are ants, so why didn't Ming Po dare to say anything?Status is of course the most important.

On the other hand, Zhao Wushuang can be selected as the son of the sky. Without absolute strength and talent, it is not enough. The Sky Pavilion is not a fool. There are forces of countless epochs. Could it be that the controller is a fool?

That's why he didn't dare to say no.

……

The road was unimpeded, Zhao Wushuang was worried that there would be people without eyes blocking his way, but now it seems that they have learned to be good.

He brought Wen Tiancheng to the place where Zhao Wushuang practiced, which was the cave from last time.

Due to the desolation and loneliness of the surrounding area, coupled with the isolation of the large formation, Zhao Wushuang thought this place was the most suitable.

Entering the cave, Wen Tiancheng looked around curiously: "Wu Shuang, why did you bring me here? Is there a treasure hidden here?"

"Don't think too much, it's just quieter." Zhao Wushuang ruthlessly dismissed his thoughts.

Wen Tiancheng smacked his lips, and followed Zhao Wushuang obediently.

"Sit down." Zhao Wushuang pointed to an empty space.

Wen Tiancheng had a premonition of what the scene would be like next, held back his excitement, walked to where Zhao Wushuang pointed and sat cross-legged.

Looking at Wen Tiancheng who was like a good baby, the corners of Zhao Wushuang's mouth twitched. It seemed that the atmosphere was a bit strange for two big men in this uninhabited cave.

"When do we start?" Wen Tiancheng licked his lips, his eyes were full of fire.

Zhao Wushuang shuddered all over, quickly dismissed the unrealistic 'weird' thoughts in his mind, coughed twice, and said seriously: "Start now."

"okay!"

Zhao Wushuang sat across from Wen Tiancheng, with his palms on his chest, and his spiritual consciousness penetrated along his arms.

Looking at Wen Tiancheng's internal structure, Zhao Wushuang frowned slightly.

Observing the change in Zhao Wushuang's face, Wen Tiancheng was startled, and asked tentatively, "What's wrong?"

"Too weak." Zhao Wushuang shook his head.

"what?"

"Your physical body is too weak, your meridians, bones, and internal organs are extremely weak."

Wen Tiancheng had a thorn in his throat. Before that, he thought that he was powerful compared to warriors of the same level, but why did he look like a waste in Zhao Wushuang's mouth?

With the blood of the hell demons, his physical body will become stronger as his realm rises.

Each bloodline has its own characteristics. The demons of hell control the power of hell, and their physical bodies are considered average among all the demons.

In fact, Zhao Wushuang used his own level as the criterion for judging. In his eyes, Wen Tiancheng's physical body was very weak, and he could be killed with just a light blow.

"It's okay, I'll help you to improve yourself today." Zhao Wushuang smiled sadly.

Wen Tiancheng couldn't help feeling a chill, and couldn't help shivering.

(End of this chapter)