I, relying on the blood of Saiyans, entered the world of cultivating immortals

The blue flame beside Lin Yitian was still burning steadily.

Completely unmoved.

Seeing that the battle between the two was imminent.

Suddenly a cold voice came:

"The martial arts tournament hasn't started yet, who allowed you to fight privately? Did you take our God Emperor seriously?"

The person who came was Jesus' Lao Tzu, the Lord God Emperor of the Tenth God Realm.

His words seemed to be reprimanding the two, but his eyes were always on Lin Yitian.

Lin Yitian frowned, and just about to speak, a slender white hand rested quietly on his shoulder.

"I come."

Li Ruonan's beautiful and enchanting figure came out from behind Lin Yitian.

"Lord, take your people and get away from me!"

Li Ruonan's voice was sullen, and he was not polite to the other party at all.

"Old Nine, I hope you can still be as tough as you are in the ring, let's go!"

……

After all the people from the Tenth God Realm left.

King Ding Qi pushed the person who was supporting him away, limped to Li Ruonan and bowed:

"My lord, God Emperor, I suspect that this kid was sent by other God Realms to deliberately provoke us to conflict with the Tenth God Realm. I also ask the God Emperor to execute him!"

He didn't see Li Ruonan patting Lin Yitian's shoulder just now.

Otherwise, how could Twitch say such a thing.

"Finished?"

Li Ruonan glanced at King Ding Qi indifferently, noncommittal.

"My Lord God Emperor, please take action."

King Ding Qi's waist bent even lower.

"Are you teaching me what to do?"

King Ding Qi trembled all over, and he reacted suddenly.

The opponent is a god emperor!
He hurriedly wanted to raise his head to defend himself, so as to try to restore his image in Li Ruonan's mind.

Everything is too late.

Li Ruonan's white and tender jade hands had already reached the top of King Ding Qi's head at some point.

With the back of the hand facing up, a black hole the size of a bowl appeared under the palm of the hand.

The black hole rotated by itself, and the black gravel on the ground flew towards the entrance of the black hole one after another.

Before the rubble, King Ding Qi only had time to let out an 'ah'.

was sucked into the black hole.

Li Ruonan clasped his five fingers together, and the black hole disappeared instantly.

The black gravel that flew halfway fell again.

"Before the start of the martial arts competition, I will bring a new replacement God King. Also, his name is Lin Yitian, and he is a player in the Divine Exalted Realm of our Ninth God Realm. Don't be mistaken!"

After saying this, he glared at the others before Li Ruonan turned and left.

It wasn't until she left for a while that the group of people relaxed their tense nerves.

They gathered around Lin Yitian to get close to him.

All kinds of rainbow farts flying around.

Anyone who can get to this level is not an expert.

Lin Yitian naturally knew their intentions, but he didn't mind.

On the contrary, I enjoy it very much. I don’t give money anyway. Listening to others bragging about myself makes me feel happy physically and mentally.

Not only do you want to listen to it yourself, but you also invite others to listen to it together.

For example, Tang Wuzang.

Lin Yitian stretched his neck to find Tang Wuzang's figure on the periphery of the crowd, raised his hand and said in greeting:
"Elder Tang! Come on, come on! The people here are super interesting, they speak nicely, everyone is talented, come and listen together!"

Three black lines appeared in front of Tang Wuzang's eyes, he hurriedly blocked them with his sleeves, turned around and hid far away.

He thought that Lin Yitian and himself were no more than brothers.

Who knew the truth would hit people so hard.

Tang Wuzang's young mind was hit hard immediately.

He needs a person to be quiet, slow and dull.

……

three days later.

"I declare! The Eighteen God Realm Tournament has officially begun!"

An old man with white beard and hair stood in the center of the huge square ring and announced loudly.

A total of eighteen auditoriums surrounded the arena in a circular shape.

The auditorium is divided into four floors, the top one is the throne of the god emperor.

The following are gods, gods, and gods.

There are more and more seats, fanned out like wifi signals.

Lin Yitian had a space in front of him and a space behind him.

Li Ruonan said that before the start of the martial arts competition, a new god king would be brought over.

As a result, the martial arts competition has begun, but no one has been seen yet.

The dignified god emperor is actually so unpunctual.

The first group faced off against No. 18 God Realm and No.[-] God Realm.

People from the First God Realm dress similarly to the Ninth God Realm.

The No.18 God Realm is similar to the Tenth God Realm.

Lin Yitian glanced around curiously.

found a rule.

From the first to the ninth, the styles are the same, partial to the ancient Chinese style.

Tenth to No.18, the style is consistent, more European and American style.

This is also fully reflected in the artifacts used by each God Realm.

Lin Yitian has no interest in other people's victory or defeat.

Tang Wuzang in the front row watched with relish.

After watching for a while, Lin Tiantian's eyelids began to twitch.

Slowly, fell asleep.

In a daze, I felt like someone was pushing me.

"Don't make trouble."

Lin Yitian waved his hand, changed his position and continued to sleep.

"Wake up, it's our turn."

The woman's voice is somewhat familiar, and the refreshing body fragrance is also familiar.

However, Lin Yitian's brain couldn't make such a big turn in his sleep.

Still waving his hand, he replied impatiently:
"After the gods beat the gods and the kings, they came to me after the gods beat them. There are thirteen people ahead, and it's still early."

The familiar voice fell into silence.

Finally, I can sleep peacefully for a while.

Lin Yitian smiled, thinking happily in his heart.

"They're done, it's your turn."

"Oh, it's my turn, then call me when it's my turn..."

Just as Lin was going to sleep one day, he suddenly realized that there seemed to be something wrong.

Sitting up straight, he looked around with misty eyes.

Good guy, what kind of feeling does it feel to have twelve bruised and swollen faces facing you.

Lin Yitian will answer you very honestly, this feeling is very... funny.

The only one who is not like them is the new God King.

He is also the owner of the voice just now.

Lin Yitian's wife, Wu Qingcheng.

"Qingcheng, why are you here?"

Lin Yitian put aside twelve disfigured and resentful cheeks, and happily grabbed Wu Qingcheng's delicate little hand.

"My lord God Emperor brought me here, you go first, after winning the battle, come back and talk about it in detail."

Wu Qingcheng looked at her husband with a smile in her eyes, her voice was as gentle as water.

Grasping Madam's hand, Lin Yitian was a little reluctant to let go.

He glanced at the guys with bruised noses and swollen faces again, and guessed blindly:
"Looking at their miserable appearances, they should all be kneeling. Even if Qingcheng wins, we only have three points, plus the ten points I can get, a total of thirteen points, and the opponent sixteen points , already lost, what’s the point of fighting again, let’s go home.”

After finishing speaking, Lin Yitian blinked ambiguously at Wu Qingcheng.

Wu Qingcheng blushed immediately, rolled her eyes at him, and pulled her little hand out of her husband's clutches.