With Countless Qualities Bestowed Upon Me, I Shall Ultimately Become Immortal Chapter 1090 - 680: A Billion Eyes, Overlords Gather, God-Gu

"...Is there no shortcut?"

ng Chuan replied leisurely:

"Brother, I can reluctantly accept you as a disciple. In the future, when you et Master Ding Guang, you can call him Grandmaster."

"....Get lost!"

If I really switch to ’ng School,’ people in the monastery might call ng Chuan brother for a mont, and the next mont, they will call nephew...

ng Chuan waved to the three monks:

"Alright, I have sothing to do, see you later."

"See you later. The contestant seats are over there at C port."

Liao Hai pointed the way, assuming ng Chuan was taking a lady companion and would leave first.

ng Chuan nodded and thanked him before leaving.

The staff contacted him, saying all the Beijing tournant 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 ng’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.

So with strong accumulation or exceptional traits, after breaking three, the number of star veins far exceeds ordinary people. The Buddha perceives Donor ng as such a person."

The speed of ng Chuan’s Qi and Blood cultivation was obvious to them all, they knew it was only a matter of ti 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 ant hundreds of Qi and Blood points accruing per day!

It’s faster than robbing...

"What do you guys think, will Donor ng 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 beca enlightened:

"...Also true, it was a projection of a dragon elephant Dharma Foundation over a hundred ters high!

If it were , 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 tis larger than Abbot Xuanmou’s Dharma Foundation, is this even human?

But ng Chuan was practicing in the monastery.

His appearances beca 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 beca Martial Arts University, many old Buddhist Sect regulations were abandoned.

The disciple managent is far looser than at Shaolin.

Liao Chen’s remarks obviously had another purpose, and unintentionally spoke so 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 sothing.

Turning her head several hundred ters away to et her gaze.

A glance, a lifeti...

Zheng Chengcheng noticed sothing odd about her sister, looked over, and casually said:

"If you like him so much, go for it. With grandmother supporting us, and ."

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 ti.

It was all in the past. Brother, let’s go, get ready for the event."

Yang Yuelian also turned back her head, pulling on ng Chuan’s hand, realizing sothing amiss...

"Who is that girl? Yanhua’s Zheng Zhenzhen? It seems...you were quite familiar..."

"..."

ng Chuan pretended not to hear.

"Don’t tell you didn’t sense her, that’s impossible.

The girl likes you, right?"

ng Chuan shook his head:

"I don’t know, haven’t been in touch for a long ti."

"Do you want to get in touch?"

He didn’t answer, looking down at his phone, receiving another reminder from the tournant staff:

"The other five arena dominators are ready, and the opening ceremony will start in an hour. Dominator ng Chuan, please quickly head to H-12b dominator waiting area."

"Yuelian, the staff are urging again, I’ll go fast."

ng 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 ng Chuan’s appearance from the dominator throne, looking handsoly stunning, Yang Yuelian no longer thought about the earlier matter, excitedly urged him on.

ng 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..."

...

ng Chuan followed the staff’s guidance into the arena dominator prep space.

There he saw five other dominators, three n and two won, all with an extraordinary presence.

As the door opened, they glanced at him, previously unaware who the hidden dominator was, all speculating.

Upon recognizing ng 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, ng Chuan didn’t bother seeking attention.

He found another couch, sat down, ditating 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 perating the surroundings.