The people underneath looked at him, thinking in their hearts, these three questions and three answers, the answers made them unable to ask other questions, and no more questions, but why they have not seen his strength, since he allows They can make temptations today, then this opportunity cannot be missed.

So, a few people looked at each other and whispered a few words. Finally, an old man stood up, bowed his hand to Mo Chen above, and said: "Holy son, dare to be brave, I want to ask the holy son to teach me some tricks. ."

Hearing that, Mo Chen looked at the old man with a gentle smile on his mouth, and said slowly: "Yes, you can come forward."

Hearing this, everyone couldn't help but raised their hearts and looked at the old man.This old man is the great elder of their temple, and he is a strong man who has reached the level of the gods. If he makes a move, the white-clothed saint child on that stage will...

I was thinking about it, but saw that the great elder stood there motionless, his face flushed, his forehead was sweaty, and he seemed to be under extreme pressure. His body was tight, but his legs were tight. It was a step and didn't take a step, the spirit of the body was surging, and the strong pressure and the surging of the air flow made everyone around him involuntarily retreat.

"What's the matter with the great elder? Didn't the holy son let him come forward? How can I mobilize the spiritual coercion while standing there?" a young woman asked in a low voice.

A man next to him lowered his voice and replied: "Look carefully, the great elder is not immobile, but immobile. He is pressed by the pressure of the holy son, and he cannot move forward!"

"Ah? How come? The great elder is a powerhouse of the god level! Is the strength of the saint child stronger than the great elder?"

"The saint son is a direct disciple of the senior brother of the hall master, how can his strength be weak? It is not surprising that he can suppress the strength of the big elder, otherwise, the hall master will not stand and watch like nothing else. But didn't make a move."

"I didn't expect that the strength of the Saint Son was so powerful, so it seems that no one will oppose it anymore, right?"

"It's hard to tell." A middle-aged man said, looking at the Saint Child in white on the stage, and said: "If you want everyone in the temple to be convinced, it's still a hurdle!"

Hearing this, someone next to him asked: "Which level?"

"Naturally is the ability to be a Son of God."

The middle-aged man said, watching the legs that the big elder finally couldn't support in front of him slumped to the ground, sweating and looking pale on the stage.

"I lost, I was convinced that I lost." The elder said, calmed down for a while, got up and respectfully bowed to him.

From flushing to pale when he couldn’t hold it, the coercion he had endured was incomprehensible to others, and because of this, he also knew that the strength of the Son was indeed above him, making him think It's not acceptable to refuse

Mo Chen nodded slightly, looked at the crowd and asked, "Who else?"

Seeing the holy son in white on the stage looked as before, with a gentle and elegant face, but with confidence as if everything was in the sky, it made those who were thinking about how to speak, hesitated for a while.

He is powerful and confident. Today's temptations have repeatedly exceeded their expectations, making those who want to come out to test his last level can't help but hesitate, because the white-clothed Saint Child on the stage makes him feel unfounded.

However, thinking that the people on stage would be their saint son, he thought about it, gritted his teeth and walked out.