Chapter 75: Almost Accident, Lin Chen's Fire God Finger

Chen Ying'er wanted to find Xingyuan to ask him how he knew that by opening the Gate of Life at that moment he would be able to summon powerful monsters.

She didn't think this was a coincidence, because the number of times he summoned magical beasts whose levels were far above hers had only been a few in such a long time. Even she couldn't grasp the pattern, so how did Xingyuan do it?
However, when she looked at Xingyuan in the audience, she heard the other party's voice transmission, "Your monster is out of control, quickly ask the referee for help!"

Chen Ying'er was stunned when she heard the voice, and then she noticed that the frost dragon she summoned was different, as well as the sallow-faced Assassin No. 6.

Realizing what a bloody scene would occur if she did not intervene, Chen Ying'er did not hesitate and went straight to the referee in charge of the game for help, indicating that the monster she summoned was too ferocious and was out of her control.

However, this elder of the Magic Temple was only at the seventh level of cultivation. Feeling the powerful aura emanating from the frost dragon on the field, he also looked up at the platform.

"Hey, let me do it."

Lin Chen walked forward, gazing deeply at the earth dragon below. An aura of oppression belonging to an eighth-level peak holy magician began to emanate from him.

A fatal sense of crisis appeared in the heart of the Frost Earth Dragon, diluting its thirst for fresh flesh and blood. It turned its head, and its ice-blue eyes found the source of the breath. The scales all over its body rustled, as if they were about to stand up.

"Get back."

Lin Chen raised a finger, and a dark blue flame appeared out of thin air at the tip of his finger. Under the control of his mental power, it continued to compress inward until only a dark origin remained.

Lin Chen's voice was very calm, but just such an ordinary sentence made such a huge earth dragon obey obediently, and it didn't even dare to look at the Assassin No. 6 who was lying on the ground.

It just went back and forth through the Gate of Living Things with its tail between its legs in a dejected manner.

As a high-level magical beast with some dragon blood in its body, although it cannot utter syllables that only humans can make due to its body structure, it is not unable to understand what humans mean.

It felt its body getting hot, as if if it showed any more ferocity, it would die on the spot and its flesh would melt away.

With the departure of the Frost Earth Dragon, the magnificent Gate of Life completely dissipated, and the priests, temple and medical staff who had been waiting outside the venue also hurriedly carried stretchers into the venue to rescue people.

Lin Chen twisted his fingers, and the black origin at the tip of his finger disappeared instantly, as if it had never existed.

Shui Wuque, the elder of the Magic Temple who was watching from the side, could not help but ask indifferently: "Palace Master Lin, has your cultivation improved again?"

Lin Chen smiled and said casually: "Isn't this the same as the fact that wine becomes more fragrant as it ages?"

"Soul Temple No. 2 wins."

Chen Ying'er was not judged as the loser because her Warcraft got out of control and almost caused casualties among the players. The game continued in an orderly manner and the referee was already reading out the number of the next player.

It was just that Chen Ying'er felt a little uncomfortable in her heart, but the Assassin No. 6 looked very calm, and even gave her a thumbs up from a distance, and then asked the priest who treated him whether such an injury would affect his game tomorrow...

Chen Ying'er, who grew up in a greenhouse, has seen too little. After all, the matches in their Soul Temple are all battles between Warcraft, and the summoners in the battles will hardly lose lives, let alone get injured.

On the other hand, for those warriors, knights, and Assassins of the Templars who fight with real fists and flesh, every battle is a fight for life, and the only protection is the referees outside the field. In their preliminary rounds, missing arms and legs is a very common thing.

Even in the Magic Temple where the Star Source is located, there was an accident in the preliminary round where a contestant was burned to death by a meteor, and the priest was burned to ashes before he could take any action.

This is why the players from the Magic Temple, after seeing Xing Yuan's ability, did not even have the courage to fight him. They were all the best magicians of this generation in the Magic Temple, and it was impossible for them not to be able to take on Xing Yuan's moves.

They were afraid that Xingyuan might have accidentally used too much force and killed them by mistake.

Their lives have just begun. Even if they cannot become members of the Demon Hunting Group, they will still be the backbone of the Magic Temple in the future. They cannot just throw their lives away here.

"Little girl, your game is over, please leave as soon as possible."

Seeing that Chen Ying'er had not left the field yet, the referee sent her a message to remind her.

Chen Ying'er reacted and immediately bowed to the other party to apologize, then trotted towards the exit passage.

"Magic Temple No. 1 versus Magic Temple No. 4. Both players please take your positions."

The sound amplified by the referee's spiritual power was very loud, and Chen Ying'er could hear it clearly.

Isn’t Magic Temple No. 1 the source of the stars?
Chen Ying'er stopped at the contestant channel. She wanted to ask Xingyuan how he knew that she could open the Gate of Life at that time and summon powerful monsters.

If this is the greatness that her grandmother Sanshui talked about, then Xingyuan’s influence on her is too great, isn’t it?
Unfortunately, Chen Ying'er didn't wait for Xingyuan in the contestant channel, because she heard Magic Temple No. 4 in the audience shouting, "Elder, don't bother, just go to the next game, I admit defeat."

Why did you admit defeat again?

Chen Ying'er was a little confused, but Feng Ling'er on the platform was even more confused than her.

How come I haven’t been able to see even one of his games in two days?
Feng Ling'er bit her lip and began to think about another possibility.

Could it be that it’s not that those players who surrendered when facing Xingyuan were too cowardly, but that Xingyuan’s strength was too terrifying?

Thinking of this, Feng Ling'er began to be really curious about the true strength level of this Master Xingyuan.

She decided to come again tomorrow.

She just didn't believe it. It couldn't be that every contestant would surrender as soon as they lined up at Xingyuan, and no one would dare to compete with him, right?

Since Lin Chen had stated that matters concerning the Star Source were a secret of the Magic Temple, he tactfully told Feng Ling'er not to ask him such questions.

So Feng Ling'er could only keep it in mind, and after returning to the auction house, she would find someone to find out about Xingyuan through other channels.

Looking at Xingyuan who was sitting in his seat with a calm expression, as if everything was within his expectations.

Chen Ying'er was also in a very complicated mood. She wanted to ask the other party a question, but Li Xin, Wang Yuanyuan and Yue Mingnan from the Temple of Priests came up and surrounded her first, saying that they wanted to celebrate her success, so she didn't have a chance to say a few words to Xingyuan alone.

This is a secret between her and Xingyuan, and no one else can know it.

(End of this chapter)