Saint Eyes: The Magic Doctor

0Feeling the shock of the people around him, Wu Lai shrugged. He said, "It was just a small accident. Master Zhou's strength is more than that. I also took advantage of the opportunity to get the title of Master Chef. There is no need to be so surprised. "    0

    

Wu Lai was very modest when he said this, but neither Baza nor those who understood Huaxia thought so. It was said that Chinese liked to be modest, and there was no trace of luck on Wu Lai's face. How could these people believe Wu Lai's words?    

    

Also, those people who didn't know what these people were surprised about. With the help of the translation, they asked each other about it. After that, all of them stared blankly at Wu Lai.    

    

Those who could defeat Chef Zhou Xing, even if they were lucky, must have the ability to do so! Many people who wanted to have the ability to do so couldn't do it even if they wanted to. But Wu Lai did it.    

    

No one dared to look down on Wu Lai now. At least, they didn't think they could be compared with Zhou Xing.    

    

Looking at the eyes of these people, Wu Lai rolled his eyes. From the looks of it, it was obvious. These people had started to keep their guard up against him. Some of them no longer regarded him as their opponent. They were already thinking about how to defeat Wu Lai. It was time to get the best ranking.    

    

Wu Lai shook his head and said to Nian Bing, who was beside him, "Let's go."    

    

...    

    

"Damn it!"    

    

In the Heavenly Reflection Divine Altar, Liu Sheng and the other twelve stood there, motionless in the face of Altar Master's fury.    

    

He looked at the old Sword Saint in front of him, wanting to get angry, but he couldn't say anything. It wasn't because the old Sword Saint didn't want to help, but because Wu Lai was too powerful, so powerful that they couldn't do anything about it.    

    

"Is he really that powerful?" He finally adjusted his emotions and looked at the old Sword Saint.    

    

"If it wasn't for that, I wouldn't have been defeated. I will definitely fulfill my promise. Kill him." Liu Sheng Twelve took a deep breath and said, "From now on, don't have any ideas about him anymore. We will remember those ninjas in our hearts. It is only revenge. Don't say that again. "    

    

Liu Sheng Twelve's words were as helpless and helpless as he could be. It sounded so piercing and sad to his ears.    

    

He didn't say anything, as if he was thinking about something. Finally, he raised his head and looked at Wu Lai. "Mister Liu Sheng, if you ask the Heavenly Reflection Great God to descend, will you be able to fight Wu Lai?"    

    

Liu Sheng Twelve's face changed drastically, and his voice changed immediately. He shouted, "Put away your boring thoughts! Don't let Great God Heavenly Reflection descend just to stop some selfish desires! One must know that Great God Tian Zhao can only descend once every ten years. You have to invite Great God Tian Zhao for the prosperity and safety of my Yamato people. How can you invite Great God Tian Zhao for such a small matter!"    

    

"Mr. Liu Sheng, don't be agitated. I'm just asking. I want to know if Wu Lai's current strength has really reached a stage where even Great God Tian Zhao is helpless against him. If that's the case, in the next few decades, our Yamato people can only swallow their anger and stay away from them..." Altar Master, who was sitting on top, asked with an unwilling expression.    

    

"Great God Tian Zhao is not a power that humans can touch. Naturally, he can destroy Wu Lai. But let me remind you something. Even now... They won't do anything to our people. If you cause trouble... The consequences will be unimaginable! "