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Three hundred and seventeenth chapter disgrace(2/2)

Mad dog... His dignified patriarch of the Vientiane family was actually called a mad dog. Can he not go crazy?

"Boy, don't be rampant."

His eyes were full of red bloodshot roars,

The strongest ancestor of the family was killed in just two moves. Obviously, he was a little unreasonable.

"idiot."

Facing the furious Wantian, the Blood Wolf sneered even more.

Even Wang Chen couldn't help but despise him.

"Boy..."

With a flash of body, he was humiliated again, and Wan Tian was about to rush towards the blood wolf.

"Hmph, Master Wan, have you forgotten the rules?"

But at the moment when Wantian flew out, the guardian of the Holy Mountain appeared in front of him and said coldly,

Looking at Wan Tian who was furious at this moment, the Holy Mountain Messenger couldn't help but shook his head and sighed,

This poor guy...

Wanjia, this is a loss of face.

The patriarch of a family actually turned into this. It seems that the death of that ancestor has really had a great blow to the Wan family.

Moreover, Wang family, now it is clear that they want to make him angry and let him rush over,

If he dared to rush over, the ancestor of the Wang family promised to kill him in an instant. Didn’t this guy see that he was going to rush over to die?

I really don't know what people in Wanjia are doing in their minds.

Now, their best choice should be to give up and leave the Qiankun Realm.

Otherwise, I will definitely not lose a ancestor.

Thinking of this, the Holy Mountain Messenger looked at Wang Chen,

He must have to kill one person,

Wanjia, this time I really fell...

The Wang family is really powerful.

The Holy Mountain Messenger couldn't help but sigh,

"The second battle, ten thousand families, win."

After sighing, he stopped Wantian, and the envoy of the Holy Mountain announced that

The second battle, Wanjia won,

After two battles, one win and one lose, both sides are evenly matched, but anyone with a discerning eye can see that Wanjia is really dangerous now.

"Honor of Wan, see, do you have to continue?"

After persuading Wan Tian to calm him down, Wan Tian also realized his previous loss of composure.

At this time, the envoy of the Holy Mountain continued to ask,

One sentence made Wan Tian fall into silence...

Obviously, he knew why the Holy Mountain Messenger suddenly said such words,

Whether to continue,

Thinking of this, he frowned...

If it continues... Then next, Wang Chen...

If not...

Anyway, now they seem to be in a dilemma.

"In the next round, the first game, the younger generation's competition, but the Wang family took the lead in challenging it."

Squinted his eyes, Wan Tian took a deep breath and asked in a deep voice,

“That’s right, it’s.”

The messenger of the Holy Mountain looked at Wantian and said lightly,

However, a bitter smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Wanjia, don’t you give up? This is really a heart that will not die if the Yellow River is not dead.

"Then continue." Wan Tian didn't notice the change in the expression of the messenger of the Holy Mountain. After hearing the answer, he took a deep breath and said with gritted teeth.

In the next round, the challenge for the younger generation, the first game, the Wang family sent someone to compete,

Wanjia, after suffering such a big loss this time, how could he admit defeat?

If you admit defeat, the ranking of thousands of families will disappear, and your face will be even more ruined. This will give them a foothold in the Tianxuan Continent in the future.

So, no matter what, they also have to find some face.

This battle is an opportunity,

Wan Tian's eyes flashed, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Wang Family, I will make you pay the price."

Wan Tian murmured fiercely in his heart,

…~…
Chapter completed!
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