Wood Type Only Has Support? I Will Directly Transform Into A Buddha!

Half an hour later, Qiu Yuan silently sent Lin Cang back to his stone house.

Before leaving, he turned back and said, "Boy, you are the weirdest genius I have ever seen."

"No, genius is not enough to describe you. You are a monster. You are even more monster than those cruel criminals."

After skipping the 'domain' and understanding the 'potential', Qiu Yuan said that he had never been so speechless in his life.

"Boy, work hard."

"Once you master the domain, coupled with the momentum you have now, then you will be a seventh-level peak king."

Qiu Yuan left, Lin Cang touched his chin and went back to the house to reflect on the battle just now.

Although the Wooden Golem in Sage Mode was also destroyed by Qiu Yuan's Thunder Domain just now, Qiu Yuan also paid a huge price and was punched dozens of times by the Wooden Golem.

If he hadn't relied on his strong physique as a ninth-level human-level cultivator, he might not have been able to withstand it. There was still a question mark over who would win and who would lose.

"It seems like we should be safe against Wen Tian." Lin Cang thought in his stone house.

In the fight just now, he didn't even use half of his strength. Powerful ninjutsu like Wood Clone, True Several Thousand Hands, and Flying Thunder God didn't appear. Just Wooden Golem could give Qiu Yuan a close fight.

Wen Tian understood the realm of earth, and its defense was definitely better than the realm of thunder, but Lin Cang was not worried at all.

Most things in this world have gains and losses. The defense of the Earth Realm is strong but the relative attacks are weak. Lin Cang does not believe that Wen Tian can also break his Wooden Golem.

"Practice." Lincang took out a spiritual crystal and began to absorb it as usual. In any case, improving the realm is the top priority, otherwise he would not be able to exert his powerful abilities.

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In the high-rise office of the United Academy, dozens of old men sat at a huge black round table.

"Wen Jiang, Wen Bo, you two are the only ones left now." A dark-skinned old man said dissatisfied: "The candidates for the vice-president of our tribes have been confirmed. What is the situation of your Wen tribe? Why are you still dragging your feet now? Up?"

"Haha, don't worry, Elder Corpse." Wenbo said with a smile: "Brother Wenjiang and I are waiting for the trial in a month. It's useless for you to rush us now."

"What do you mean?" the swarthy old man said, "What does student selection have to do with your competition for the position of vice president?"

"I know a thing or two about this." Another old man in red said: "Elder Wen Jiang and Elder Wen Bo have a bet. Whoever wins will compete with us for the vice president on behalf of their Wen clan."

"Bet?" The swarthy old man was confused. The old man in red told Wen Tian and Lin Cang, and the former fell silent immediately.

After a moment, a sinister look flashed in the dark old man's eyes, "Lin Cang... Is he worthy of competing with a human-level genius who has mastered the field? Wen Jiang, you are really an old fool."

The name Lin Cang was not unfamiliar to him. After all, he was on the blacklist of the entire Zombie Clan. Everyone who found out about him wanted to take his head immediately to avenge his humiliation.

After hearing this, Wen Jiang looked at the dark old man with a gleam in his eyes, and his tone was unkind.

"Zi Changtian, Lin Cang is a descendant of our Wen clan. I advise you, the Corpse clan, not to act rashly, otherwise our Wen clan will not let it go."

"As for whether he can compete with Wen Tian, ​​just keep your eyes open and see. Whether he is qualified or not is not your turn to make irresponsible remarks."

"Hmph, then I'm just waiting to see him get his head smashed by Wen Tian!" Corpse Changtian snorted coldly, not taking Wen Jiang's threat seriously.

Wenbo laughed when he saw this, "Elder Corpse, don't worry, Elder Wenjiang didn't mean that. Lin Cang has a grudge against you, and we, the Wen Clan, will not admit this bastard sinner."

"Elder Wenbo still understands the righteousness."

"That's enough!" Wen Jiang stood up and shouted, "Wen Bo, Corpse Changtian, I'll leave my words here today. If any of you dare to bully Lin Cang, be prepared to fight me to the death!"

"The big bullies the small?" Corpse Changtian snorted coldly: "Why should I bully a person who is about to die?"

"Elder Wenbo, on my behalf, give this boy Wen Tian a message. If he kills Mr. Lincang in the selection competition in a month's time, he will be guaranteed to enter the domain tower!"

"Thank you!" Wen Bo immediately clasped his fists, and Wen Jiang's face darkened as he and Xi Changtian sang in harmony.

"Two damn old guys... Lin Cang, you must defeat Wen Tian so that I can compete with you."

Although he was very confident in Lin Cang's performance, Wen Jiang did not dare to think that he would definitely win.

After all, Wen Tian is not a vegetarian. He, a king-level expert, knows how strong the domain is.

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