The Dragon Saint's methods were completely irresistible to Fang Chen.

He just felt the surrounding scenery change instantly, and in an instant, he was on a high platform surrounded by clouds and mist.

There are many people here, and the figures seem to have unfathomable means, and are quietly watching him.

Fang Chen opened his immortal eyes and his gray-white eyes swept across the sentient beings present, and he looked at the situation carefully.

Seeing Fang Lie and all the saints of Dao were present, Fang Chen slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Fang Chen, I haven't seen the Dragon Saint yet."

Fang Lie smiled.

Dragon Saint?

Fang Chen's expression moved and immediately bowed to Long Sheng, who had bright red horns on his head.

The Long Sheng smiled, "I see that when you face the supernatural powers of the gods, you seem to have not done your best."

"The Dragon Saint is right. Boy, you really don't have all your strength. Dai Congyun, the divine power of the gods, is far inferior to you."

"Little weak tribe, if you are such a 'king', your luck is really enviable. The saints of your tribe must watch you carefully in the future and don't let you die halfway."

The saints were also quite concerned about this issue. Like the Dragon Saint, they saw that Fang Chen did not give his full effort from beginning to end, and they were a little curious about what extent Fang Chen's limit was.

But no matter how curious they are, they don’t really care about a ‘king’ born in a weak clan.

No matter how outstanding such an existence is, it is just a flash in the pan.

It's just that the Dragon Saint is interested in this son, so they will naturally not be stingy with their praise.

"I have actually done my best. If Brother Dai is stronger, I will use my life to stimulate my supernatural powers at the cost of my life, which is not worth the loss."

Fang Chen bowed.

Long Sheng smiled, as if he had no intention of going deep into this topic and continued to take the Saints to watch the remaining competitions.

Fang Chen naturally walked to Fang Lie and stood still, and was greeted by the thousands of saints and others.

At this time, a voice sounded in Fang Chen's ears.

"Brother, make a friend?"

Fang Chen's eyes moved, he glanced back and forth for a few times, and finally fell on Lian Daochun.

At present, this person looks exactly the same as he in the Nine Realms period, except for his skin color.

On that round face, it seemed that there was a slight smile that was always there.

"OK."

Fang Chen nodded with a smile.

Seeing this, Ling Daochun immediately sent a message:

"When the Battle of the Holy Tower is over, I will go to your human race to play, and you will receive me then."

"Okay, I'll call another friend to receive you."

Fang Chen sent a voice.

"Then let's just say that."

The next competitions are over one after another.

All the first in the same level were brought here by the Dragon Saint.

From the three realms of foundation building to the nine transformations and three steps to breaking the limit, a total of fifteen firsts at the same level will be produced.

Except for Fang Chen, the rest are all the supernatural powers of the gods.

The saint of the Southern God Clan couldn't help but laugh:

"It's almost like you'll be in a Grand Slam, but unfortunately this reward can't be filled with the slave soldiers you lost to me."

The saint of the gods said lightly:

"It's just a slave soldier. If we lose to you, we will find more than we will find. It's nothing. However, the emergence of weak and strong people in this battle of the Holy Tower is a blessing for our divine realm.

The more geniuses there are like this, the more prosperous our divine realm is. It is a gratifying thing. What does the slightest loss of the gods count?"

"Great atmosphere of the gods!"

Many saints who are good at being with the gods spoke out for praise.

The other party's words alone represent the attitude of the gods towards the tribes of the divine realm. They stand at a higher dimension and care about the luck of the entire divine realm, rather than a clan, a flower, a grass and a tree.

The saint of the Southern God Clan was still smiling, but did not speak out to refute the other party's words.

No matter what he says at this time, he will fall into a disadvantage. Only by not speaking is the right choice.

"Dragon Saint, I wonder if the other nine battles of the Holy Tower are over?"

The saints of the gods gave a tribute to the dragon saint.

Fang Chen was still standing next to Fang Lie in a low-key manner, but since the beginning, he tried to distinguish the strength gap between these saints.

Unfortunately, his cultivation is too low. To him, the aura of the saint present is like a deep abyss, and no one he can see through.

"The saints of the gods are so respectful to the Dragon Saint. It should not be just a difference in identity, but also a gap in cultivation."

Fang Chen thought to himself.

"I'll take a look."

The Dragon Saint replied to the saint of the Divine Clan, and then there seemed to be a stream of light in his pupils and flashed away.

After a few breaths, he nodded with a smile:

"The other nine battles of the Holy Tower have ended, three of which are, and your gods have won the Grand Slam."

"Three Grand Slams!"

The faces of the saints changed slightly, and then the saints from the tribes who were familiar with the gods spoke up to congratulate them.

In Fang Chen's opinion, although the other saints were smiling and congratulating each other, they felt a little uncomfortable in their hearts.

"The next one is the reward. I have many treasures here. In addition to the rewards of you fifteen masters of magical powers, according to the rules, the tribes behind you will also receive rewards."

Dragon Saint smiled faintly.

The human saint was slightly stunned, and a look of surprise appeared in his eyes.

The saint of the gods smiled faintly:

"No one of you human race has won the first place before, so naturally I don't know the inside story. The first place in the battle of the Holy Tower is a great fortune for your race."

The Saints of Wandao and others looked at each other, and a hint of curiosity and joy emerged in their eyes.

The Battle of the Holy Tower has indeed existed for many years, but who has ever won the first place before? It is already very good to be able to enter the top 100,000.

Basically, at the end of the Battle of the Holy Tower, they were all busy and would not appear here to meet the saints of the major powerful clans.

Naturally, it is impossible to know that the number one battle in the Holy Tower is the first. In addition to the rewards of participants, the clan can also receive additional rewards.

After Long Shengyan finished speaking, he waved his sleeves gently and saw countless treasures flying out of his sleeves, wrapped in transparent bubbles, floating above everyone's heads.

These are rewards for the participants. For the saints, they are not too valuable, just like an elder taking out something he doesn't care about and giving it to the younger generation.

"You choose by yourself, just choose by one person."

Dragon Saint smiled faintly.

Fang Chen's eyes immediately fell on the flesh and blood dragon ginseng. When he stepped forward to get it, one of his people was about the same speed as him and was also preparing to get the flesh and blood dragon ginseng.

“Get out of here.”

The other party looked at Fang Chen indifferently.

He is the first in the Five Transformations and is from the Gods.

His cultivation level is one level lower than Fang Chen, but at this moment his eyes looked at Fang Chen like a god looking down at an ant, and the contempt and disdain in his eyes almost overflowed.

"No need to fight for it. The things that Dragon Saint rewards are not the same. Since you all want the flesh and blood dragon ginseng, let the Dragon Saint take another one out."

The saint of the gods smiled faintly.
Chapter completed!