"Does the Saint have to suppress a prospective Saint like this?" Someone questioned.
"Know what? If Lang Ji had suppressed the Saint back then, would he still be here today? "
"That's true. This Qinchuan's performance was very eye-catching, making the Saint feel threatened. This might be the reason why the Saint challenged him."
"Then what's the point of challenging him? He can't kill or cripple his opponent."
"Who says he can't?" The person from before smiled.
"Yes, isn't there a rule? Intentionally maiming or killing is not allowed."
"Yes, it can be unintentional. Injuries and deaths are unavoidable in a battle."
"Ah, does that mean that this Qinchuan became a prospective Saint just to have the right to be challenged?" That person suddenly came to a realization. The Holy Son had schemed so hard just to give Qin Chuan the qualifications to be challenged by him.
"I didn't say that. Your comprehension is not bad." The person from before smiled and looked at the stage.
Qinchuan was expressionless, as if he hadn't heard anything.
The Saint had already asked twice on the stage. A ball of fire was burning in his stomach. He was a Saint, a true Saint of the Holy Gate. Who dared to treat him like this? This Qinchuan was acting recklessly. He had to get rid of him sooner or later.
"Qinchuan, are you afraid?" The Saint was still calm on the surface, with a smile on his face.
"The Saint is really cultured. He's not angry at all. He's magnanimous. I like this kind of man." A girl looked at the Saint in infatuation.
"This Qinchuan is really daring. He just became a prospective Saint and he wants to go against the Saint."
"Which capable man is willing to be below others? This is a sign of a challenge."
"Then do you guys think Qinchuan will go up on stage to fight?"
"I don't know!"
…
Qinchuan sat beside Lang Yuan and chatted happily with her, completely ignoring the Saint's challenge on the stage.
The Saint looked at the harmonious atmosphere between Qinchuan and Qinchuan, and his heart was already filled with anger. The main thing was that Qinchuan had ignored him, making him look bad on stage. He was challenging and provoking Qinchuan on stage, but Qinchuan didn't seem to see or hear him.
Hadn't he made him a prospective Saint so that he could challenge him?
Sometimes, ignorance was the most harmful thing to a person.
The saint felt that his anger had reached a peak, and he felt that he could not hold it in any longer.
Or rather, he didn't want to put up with it anymore.
"Qinchuan, are you a man? If you're a man, come up here." The Son of God's voice changed.
Many people could feel the saint's rage, but he was forcefully suppressing it.
At this time, Qinchuan was still talking to Lang Yuan in a low voice. He had a smile on his face, and when he got excited, he would even gesture with his hands.
He was doing it on purpose. Qinchuan was doing it on purpose. He wanted to make the Saint lose his composure, and make the Saint lose his glamorous appearance, so that more people could see the true face of the Saint.
"Qinchuan, your brother is a little brat, a little b * stard. Do you think you're so great just because you're a prospective Saint? I challenged you because I think highly of you. What are you acting like? If you don't come up here, believe it or not, I'll go down and kill you," the Saint roared angrily.
Elder Wu looked at the Saint and sighed, shaking his head slightly.
The Great Elder also shook his head slightly, but he did not say anything.
Everyone at the scene looked at the Saint on the stage in surprise. He was still so handsome and confident, but now his face was ashen and his eyes were fierce. He suddenly made people feel that he was a stranger. He suddenly made people feel that the high and mighty Saint was nothing special.
Sword Demon and the others looked at the Martial Ring with thoughtful smiles on their faces.
Just as the Saint finished his sentence, a voice rang out.
"I don't believe it!"
Elegant, powerful, and magnetic!
As the voice rang out, a figure walked over from afar. When the voice landed, he was already in front of everyone. With a flash, he was already on the stage, standing in front of the Saint.
Lang Ji!
The scene was dead silent.
The Saint's face turned pale when he saw Lang Ji.
Lang Ji was very indifferent. She stood there in a really casual and calm manner. That kind of bearing and magnanimity made her feel like a grandmaster of a generation.
Such a person was born with the aura of a big shot.
"It's Lang Ji, the previous Saint. He's indeed extraordinary."
"Haha, today is too exciting. Even Lang Ji has appeared."
"Did you guys realize that when Lang Ji and the Saint fought, Lang Ji was more like the Saint, while the Saint was more like a clown."
"Lang Ji was the Saint to begin with. If she didn't use despicable methods, she would still be the Saint. It's not bad now, Lang Ji is back."
The Saint looked at Lang Ji. He had personally crippled Lang Ji's cultivation. How long had it been since she disappeared? Her strength had actually recovered completely. No, she had broken through. Was this rebirth after destruction? Or was it good preparation? Or was it good fortune after surviving a disaster?
"Zhong Jingyang, we meet again." Lang Ji smiled.
At the judging panel, the elder saw Lang Ji trembling in excitement.
Old Wu was also stunned when he saw Lang Ji. However, his expression was a little ugly. There was no happiness, only shock.
The Saint's name was Zhong Jingyang.
"I am very happy to see you." Zhong Jingyang said through gritted teeth.
The scene was very quiet but one could feel the intense emotions in many people's hearts.
The previous Saint, Lang Ji, Saint, Zhong Jingyang.
Lang Ji was a legendary figure. Her ability and popularity were unparalleled. It was a pity that Zhong Jingyang had obtained a magical medicine from somewhere, the Celestial Crisp. He then crippled Lang Ji's cultivation and imprisoned her.
He also became the Saint and announced that Lang Ji was missing.
However, many people knew what was going on.
But now that Lang Ji was back, what was his identity? Back then, he kept Lang Ji's identity.
Hence, Lang Ji was also a Saint now.
"I'm back, I, Lang Ji, am back!" Lang Ji said softly to the surroundings.
The surroundings were filled with shouts, and some people were even crying. Most of these people had been bullied and suppressed before, all because they were close to Lang Ji.
The Saint looked at Lang Ji. At this moment, he was so regretful that his face turned green.
He should have killed him back then. Even dead ashes could be reignited. He thought that a person could be crippled just because their cultivation was crippled. Moreover, he was completely crippled. Moreover, he had a cage, talisman formation, and talisman made of special materials like the Golden Dragon Fine Steel.
Even so, he was still saved by someone, and his cultivation base had actually recovered.
"Let's fight?" Lang Ji smiled.
"You just came back. Another day!" The Saint said.
"You were so arrogant just now. Why are you a coward now?" Lang Jing said.
The Saint's anger rose again. "Lang Ji, do you think I'm afraid of you?"
"No, I'm afraid of you. I'm afraid of your Celestial Crisp. I'm afraid that you will cripple my cultivation after using it on me!" Lang Ji said.
The Saint's face turned white. "What nonsense are you saying?"