Free Web NovelChapter 1090: Chapter 680: A Billion Eyes, Overlords Gather, God-Gun Li Wenshu! (Part 3)
"...Is there no shortcut?"
Meng Chuan replied leisurely:
"Brother, I can reluctantly accept you as a disciple. In the future, when you meet Master Ding Guang, you can call him Grandmaster."
"....Get lost!"
If I really switch to ’Meng School,’ people in the monastery might call Meng Chuan brother for a moment, and the next moment, they will call me nephew...
Meng Chuan waved to the three monks:
"Alright, I have something to do, see you later."
"See you later. The contestant seats are over there at C port."
Liao Hai pointed the way, assuming Meng Chuan was taking a lady companion and would leave first.
Meng Chuan nodded and thanked him before leaving.
The staff contacted him, saying all the Beijing tournament overlords were waiting here, just waiting for him.
The three monks watched his silhouette and returned to their senses.
They exchanged looks.
"Did neither of you sense Donor Meng’s aura?"
All three shook their heads.
"Hiss..."
Liao Qing, combining his earlier observations, silently said:
"It’s not just breaking three; in the practice of Qi and Blood, he has already surpassed the three of us."
"Three Flowers Gathering at the Top? Impossible!"
Liao Hai shook his head repeatedly, showing disbelief.
Liao Chen gave Liao Hai a disdainful look, explaining:
"No, although it is not Three Flowers Gathering at the Top, in terms of Qi and Blood quantity, it is more abundant than ordinary masters.
Some with strong accumulation or exceptional traits, after breaking three, the number of star veins far exceeds ordinary people. The Buddha perceives Donor Meng as such a person."
The speed of Meng Chuan’s Qi and Blood cultivation was obvious to them all, they knew it was only a matter of time before he surpasses them.
But in just a year, how did his Qi and Blood Value go from Two Limits to surpassing Three Limits End Realm?
This meant hundreds of Qi and Blood points accruing per day!
It’s faster than robbing...
"What do you guys think, will Donor Meng challenge the overlord?"
Liao Qing glanced sideways:
"He dared to fight Grandmaster Liao Huo at Two Limits, what do you think?"
Liao Chen’s expression became enlightened:
"...Also true, it was a projection of a dragon elephant Dharma Foundation over a hundred meters high!
If it were me, I’d have to consult Donor Ying about it!"
Initially, when this news reached their ears in the monastery, they didn’t believe it.
Ten times larger than Abbot Xuanmou’s Dharma Foundation, is this even human?
But Meng Chuan was practicing in the monastery.
His appearances became increasingly frequent, leaving them with no choice but to believe...
"??"
Liao Hai wore a puzzled expression, wondering if the fat monk had slipped what he intended...
Ying, from Yanhua, is the arena dominator, beautiful and sexy, reputed as the fairy maiden in black clothes!
After Yanhua’s sect became Martial Arts University, many old Buddhist Sect regulations were abandoned.
The disciple management is far looser than at Shaolin.
Liao Chen’s remarks obviously had another purpose, and unintentionally spoke some taboo words...
Liao Hai and Liao Qing looked disdainfully and distanced themselves, leaving Liao Chen to head backstage for the contestant seats.
"Wait for the Buddha!"
Liao Chen realized he misspoke and hurriedly covered his mouth to chase after them.
...
In the distance, a man and a woman walked slowly like models.
The woman gazed longingly at the silhouette of the man chatting and laughing far away.
Soon, she shifted her gaze to her female companion.
Far away, Yang Yuelian sensed something.
Turning her head several hundred meters away to meet her gaze.
A glance, a lifetime...
Zheng Chengcheng noticed something odd about her sister, looked over, and casually said:
"If you like him so much, go for it. With grandmother supporting us, and me."
Zheng Zhenzhen withdrew her gaze, closed her eyes, and silently shook her head:
"I’m just curious since I haven’t seen him for a long time.
It was all in the past. Brother, let’s go, get ready for the event."
Yang Yuelian also turned back her head, pulling on Meng Chuan’s hand, realizing something amiss...
"Who is that girl? Yanhua’s Zheng Zhenzhen? It seems...you were quite familiar..."
"..."
Meng Chuan pretended not to hear.
"Don’t tell me you didn’t sense her, that’s impossible.
The girl likes you, right?"
Meng Chuan shook his head:
"I don’t know, haven’t been in touch for a long time."
"Do you want to get in touch?"
He didn’t answer, looking down at his phone, receiving another reminder from the tournament staff:
"The other five arena dominators are ready, and the opening ceremony will start in an hour. Dominator Meng Chuan, please quickly head to H-12b dominator waiting area."
"Yuelian, the staff are urging me again, I’ll go fast."
Meng Chuan let go of her hand, speaking to Yang Yuelian beside him.
"Hurry, run fast, you might even need a makeover before appearing as a dominator."
Thinking about Meng Chuan’s appearance from the dominator throne, looking handsomely stunning, Yang Yuelian no longer thought about the earlier matter, excitedly urged him on.
Meng Chuan was speechless, what’s there to makeover...
Changing look kind of stuff, just a blink of an eye...
Using his feet for leverage, he disappeared in an instant.
Yang Yuelian, alone, headed to the spectator seat, pondering:
"Faced with tough questions, and he won’t say a word..."
...
Meng Chuan followed the staff’s guidance into the arena dominator prep space.
There he saw five other dominators, three men and two women, all with an extraordinary presence.
As the door opened, they glanced at him, previously unaware who the hidden dominator was, all speculating.
Upon recognizing Meng Chuan, they were startled.
They expected at least a Grandmaster, didn’t expect it to be this young man!
Three Limits being a dominator, can he command respect?
With good self-restraint, none spoke, quietly going about their business.
No one greeted him, Meng Chuan didn’t bother seeking attention. fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com
He found another couch, sat down, meditating and waiting.
In a corner of the room sat a gigantic man like an iron tower.
His breath was like a dragon’s, an almost tangible pressure permeating the surroundings.
