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

Jesus did not admit defeat himself.

The host saw that the referee did not stop.

Lin Yitian naturally wouldn't stop.

In the eyes of Jehovah wanting to eat people, Lin Yitian's hands became more and more powerful.

Jesus clearly felt that his vital functions were constantly passing away.

The scene in front of him gradually became blurred.

"We admit defeat!! Referee!! Our Tenth God Realm, surrender!!"

Seeing his son was about to burp.

Yahweh can no longer sit still.

One step forward, and when the toes landed again, he was already in front of the host and referee next to the wreckage of the ring.

Seeing that Lin Yitian was still pinching Jesus' neck, he was unmoved.

Jehovah hurriedly yelled at the host and referee:

"We admit defeat!! Are you deaf?!! Hurry up and pronounce the sentence!!!"

The host and referee's fearful gaze was mixed with a trace of displeasure:
"But this...is a bit against the rules..."

"We all admit defeat!! You actually tell me the rules!!"

The angry Jehovah stretched out his hand and wanted to pinch the neck of the cerebral host and referee.

The host and referee took half a step back in fright.

Just when Jehovah's hand was about to touch his neck.

A colorful brilliance flashed past.

Jehovah's hand was like being electrocuted, and he immediately withdrew it.

The protection on the host and referee was put together by all the god emperors before the match.

It is to prevent any god emperor from dissatisfied with the result and the judgment of the referee, jumping out and threatening the referee.

In his impatience, Jehovah actually forgot about this.

He looked at the slightly blackened fingers, and he was heartbroken.

The palm was stretched forward again, but this time the target was changed from the host and referee to Lin Yitian, who was standing in the center of the wreckage of the ring.

As soon as Jehovah set out, he was stopped by men.

"Old Jiu, are you planning to tear your face apart?!"

"Tear your face? Do you still have your face to tear? The planes under your Tenth God Realm frequently invade my Ninth God Realm. Do you really think I can't see it?!"

Li Ruonan sneered.

Yahweh always blushed, but now is not the time to argue about this, the most important thing is to save his son.

"Say! What do you want me to do, you will agree to our surrender!"

Jesus was dying, and Jehovah had to bow his head.

He consumes energy, but his son can't afford it.

"My request is very simple, return the aura of the ten planes looted from the Ninth God Realm, and then give us the aura of the ten planes as compensation!"

"I see you are dreaming!!"

Yahweh almost subconsciously blurted out the words of refusal.

"Oh, well then, one day Lin!"

Li Ruonan curled his lips indifferently when he heard the words, and shouted without looking back.

"Etc., etc!!"

Lin hadn't spoken for a day, but Yahweh was the first to react.

Now he is begging for help, not people begging for him.

"We can wait, your precious son won't know."

Li Ruonan shrugged and joked.

Yahweh struggled.

Lin Yitian saw it and decided to help him.

Ever since, Lin Yitian said loudly:

"five!"

The LORD was startled, and did not understand what it meant.

"Four!"

grass!This is the countdown to my son's life!

"three!"

Yahweh is totally messed up.

"two!"

"I agreed."

Jehovah finally bowed his head.

"Don't speak louder, he can't hear you."

Li Ruonan reminded very kindly.

"one!"

"I agreed!!!"

Yahweh shouted hysterically.

There is endless humiliation and unwillingness in my heart.

boom!
As soon as Jehovah’s voice fell, Lin Yitian threw Jesus’ limp body to his feet.

Yahweh didn't have a comatose Jesus at his feet.

Instead, he stared at Lin Yitian, whose state had begun to become a little unstable, with vicious eyes.

"I, remember you!"

Lin Yitian looked at him and did not budge.

But he didn't reply, not because he didn't want to, but because he couldn't.

The side effects of Zizai Jiyi began to sweep through his body, and Lin Yitian didn't even have the time to chew the fairy beans in his mouth.

He swallowed it in one gulp.

Bang!
The moment the freedom and extreme intention dissipated, Lin Yitian's aura was exhausted to the extreme.

Even almost fell over.

Yahweh narrowed his eyes and understood.

It turns out that this kid's skills don't seem to last long.

But the next second, Jehovah was shocked again.

Lin's sluggish breath just now suddenly became full again.

Even stronger than before fighting Jesus.

Seeing that Lin Yitian had returned to normal, Li Ruonan quietly let go of his clenched fist.

At the same time dissipate the power.

People on both sides returned to their respective areas.

What remains are the seeds of hatred.

Li Ruonan, who returned from victory, was in a good mood.

He kept patting Lin Yitian's back, and called him a good guy loudly.

Wu Qingcheng gently dusted Lin Tiantian off.

Let Li Ruonan envy for a while.

It was the exact opposite of the excitement at the Ninth God Realm.

The Tenth God Realm was overcast.

A group of old guys are people who have lived countless years.

Apart from life, what they care most about is face.

Today's martial arts competition is really a loser and a loser.

Yahweh didn't say a word, and the divine power swept up the unconscious Jesus and went straight away.

Staying here is nothing but a disgraceful spectator.

It's better to go back and think about how to get revenge in the future.

Seeing that the God Emperor had left, the rest of the Tenth God Realm naturally followed suit.

Everyone watched them leave, and no one said anything to keep them.

So far, the nine rounds of martial arts are over.

Nine God Realms advanced, and nine God Realms were eliminated.

Except for the tenth God Realm, all the eliminated God Realms remained.

Their purpose is simple.

Just to see the strength of other outstanding figures in the God Realm.

It's good to have a goal to work hard when I go back.

The next round of competition will start the next day.

Set aside a day for the contestants to take a brief rest.

For these old bones, a day is just a snap of the fingers.

Everyone dispersed, chatted and chatted, and tasted delicious food.

The staff of the conference started the busy restoration work of the ring.

Maintenance masters organized by people from the Eighteen God Realms.

Looking at the wreckage of the ring, I want to cry but have no tears.

This is not maintenance, this is just to let them rebuild, damn it!
They hate Jesus!

……

Without giving Li Ruonan a chance, Lin Yitian immediately grabbed Wu Qingcheng's little hand and prepared to leave.

But he was blocked by a few old guys in front of him.

The first person has white hair and a childlike face, with an extremely prominent forehead, which is shining brightly.

The last three are nothing special, just ordinary handsome old men.

It was Lin Yitian who was stopped by the four of them, but when he spoke, he turned towards Li Ruonan:

"Master Jiushendi, I would like to borrow a word from this little brother, I wonder if we can accommodate him."

Wang Gang held his bright forehead, lowered his eyebrows, and his tone was extremely respectful.