His Royal Highness the Third Prince!

As Yan Nan saluted, many people who didn't know the identity of this gentle young man in front of them suddenly widened their eyes.

Even Guhe was trembling in his heart, and sure enough, he guessed right, the throne that Yan Nan deliberately left behind was for the sake of the three princes.

In the Snow Spirit Kingdom, the apex of power is the Emperor of Snow Spirit, and the only people who can inherit the throne of the emperor are the descendants of the emperor, and among the generation of the Yang family of the royal family, there are only two people who are qualified to inherit the throne of the emperor, His Royal Highness the Great Prince and His Royal Highness the Third Prince.

The sons of the emperor are not only the eldest prince and the third prince, it stands to reason that as long as the son of the emperor has the opportunity to inherit the throne of the emperor, but whether it is open or secret, everyone knows that only the eldest prince and the third prince have a chance, and the rest of the princes are just foils for the two. It's not that the other princes are not good enough, they can inherit the bloodline martial spirit, and they have a huge supply of resources from the royal family, it can be said that there is no mediocre person among the royal disciples, just because the eldest prince and the third prince are too good, these two are like the sun and moon in the sky, and the other princes are like the dim stars around them, which cannot be compared at all.

The eldest prince Yang Wangdao, domineering and talented, coupled with his identity as the eldest son of the lineage, has many pumps, some people say that he is a natural overlord and will definitely reach the top of Xue Ling. And the third prince Yang Wangce, gentle and approachable, is a last resort, even if he is in the palace, he can strategize and win thousands of miles away, and there are also many supporters, some people say that he is a natural emperor, and only he can shake the indestructible status of the great prince.

Now that His Royal Highness the Three Princes, who are like legends, have appeared in front of him in person, how can he not make everyone's hearts excited.

Zhou Bi saw the familiar gentle and handsome face, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, but he didn't expect him to be the third prince. Not long ago, when the battle for the Howling Moon Silver Wolf was contested, the person who recommended himself to be a notary in the death arena was none other than the Third Prince.

"The third prince, Yang Wangce. ”

Zhou Fu muttered in his heart, I don't know if the three princes became the notary on purpose or out of interest in the death arena that day, and I don't know why the three princes came here to watch the battle today.

At this time, Furukawa had already stood up, and a smile had already squeezed out of his originally gloomy and cold face, "His Royal Highness the Third Prince is busy with affairs, I didn't expect to come here today." ”

"Hearing about the duel between the two heroes of the Four Elephant National Academy, I was itching and unbearable, so I wanted to come and pay my respects. Uncle Furukawa, Vice President Yan, you're welcome, sit down. ”

Yang Wangce said very politely, with that gentle smile on his face, without the slightest hint of a prince.

Everyone sat down one after another, Yang Wangce also sat on the main seat, below him, on the left was Vice President Yan, on the right was Guhe, although the two of them were higher in rank than Yang Wangce, but no one felt that there was anything wrong, the three princes should have appeared in the most eye-catching place.

At this time, among the people in the Holy Kingdom Academy, a surging battle intent rose to the sky, and Ling Jian, the giant sword prince, looked straight at Yang Wangce like a real sword.

Yang Wangce turned his head to look at Ling Jian, smiled at him and nodded, "Brother Ling Jian, I haven't seen you for a long time, but your demeanor is still the same." ”

His Royal Highness praised it. ”

Ling Jian nodded in return, and the battle intent on his body slowly converged. Yang Wangce and Ling Jian both belong to one of the top ten sons, but Ling Jian's ranking is far inferior to Yang Wangce.

Zhou Fu looked at Yang Wangce, remembering what Yang Chen had said to him

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, sure enough, although Yang Wangce is the third prince, he is approachable, generous, and has no arrogance, and the solemn atmosphere in the venue was resolved in a few words.

"Yang Wangce, he has no last resort, and he governs people with strategy. ”

Zhou Fu secretly said in his heart, the way of the superior, domineering is one, and the way of benevolence is also one, the two ways are diametrically opposed, but they are both extremely powerful. Like people like Yang Wangce, if they are not powerful, they will be like a storm.

At this time, Zhou Fu couldn't help but want to meet the eldest prince Yang Wangdao, he really wanted to see what Yang Wangdao's imperial domineering technique looked like.

Yang Wangce looked around at the martial arts arena, and the people on the martial arts arena suddenly quieted down, no matter who it was, no matter where they were, everyone felt that they were being watched by that pair of gentle eyes, and in an instant their hearts were settled, seeing this scene, Zhou Fu couldn't help but secretly praise again, even in the memory of Emperor Wu of the Burning Heaven, it is extremely rare for a person like Yang Wangce to use the art of benevolence and Taoism to govern people so well.

Finally, Yang Wangce's eyes fell on the ring, and he chuckled, "Both, let's start, I will testify for you." ”

Zhao Pan looked at Yang Wangce and bowed slightly, "Thank you, Your Highness." ”

Zhou Fu also looked at Yang Wangce and nodded slightly, Yang Wangce couldn't be better as a notary, and he was also a witness to Yang Wangce last time, which can be regarded as helping him.

Immediately Zhou Fu's eyes turned and fell on Zhao Pan, at the same time Zhao Pan looked at Zhou Fu, a dark cold light flashed in his pupils, and Zhou Fu seemed to feel that the surrounding space was darkened, with a trace of oppressive aura.

Airplanes!

The surging and awe-inspiring sword momentum was released again, and Zhou Fu's right hand was stretched out, and the black light sword was in his hand, and the cold light flickered. Facing Zhao Pan, who was the tenth ranked powerhouse in the Four Elephants Academy, Zhou Fu had no intention of underestimating the enemy.

"The fifth-order cultivation of the martial artist is rare and powerful, I am afraid that the ordinary martial artist sixth-order is not your opponent, no wonder you can kill Chen Ming and them. ”

Zhao Pan first praised Zhou Fu, and then sneered, "But if you think that you can fight me with your strength, you are too naïve." Chen Ming, they can't even compare to a finger of mine. ”

His voice was proud and calm, as if he were saying something for granted.

"I would like to know if your strength is as strong as your mouth. ”

Zhou Fu looked at Zhao Pan lightly, and stepped forward, and the sword momentum was even more awe-inspiring, as if it could cut through the space.

"I also want to see if you can make me serious!"

Zhao Pan's voice fell, his footsteps slowly stepped forward, and in an instant, he came to Zhou Fu's body, and the dark light on the iron fist was extremely deep, carrying a huge momentum and suddenly smashing towards Zhou Fu.

Zhou Fu's right arm trembled, and a surging gray-black flame on the black light sword surged up, and the cold and fiery aura was intertwined with the sharp sword momentum, and suddenly slashed out, and before the black light sword approached Zhao Pan's fist, the pitch-black light on Zhao Pan's fist suddenly bloomed.

"Boom!"

A violent sound sounded, the wind was blowing, and the body shook around, and the body took a few steps back, and a shallow mark appeared under the foot with each step back.

The ring is made of special black stone, which is extremely hard, enough to show how strong the force is withering.

Zhou Fu's gaze condensed slightly, and then he looked at the black light sword, and there was a faint surround on its blade

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There was a pitch-black aura, cold and dark, and then the hell fire rose up, scorching this pitch-black aura to nothingness.

"What a cold breath. ”

Zhou Fu's eyes flashed slightly, that breath was cold and dark, if it hit the human body directly, I am afraid that it could instantly invade the human body, and for ordinary people, if this power was allowed to invade the body, it would already be fatal.

Sure enough, even if it is Zhoufu, it is not Zhao Pan's opponent. ”

Zhao Pan made Zhou Fu lose and retreat with one move, no matter how much Zhou Fu struggled, the result of this duel would not change. ”

When everyone saw this scene, they secretly said in their hearts, Zhao Pan's top ten disciples said that it was really not for nothing, even if Zhou Fu could easily kill a sixth-order martial artist like Chen Ming, but Zhao Pan, who was also a sixth-order martial artist, was not comparable to Zhou Fu at all.

"You can't even catch a single trick from me, you can't. ”

Zhao Pan's face was arrogant, and his eyes were empty.

"It's not up to you to decide whether it's okay or not. ”

Zhou Fu didn't seem to care about the blow just now, and the killing intent that lingered around him was even stronger.

"Come on, I'll let you die. ”

Zhao Pan looked at Zhou Fu with a squint, extremely arrogant.

Zhou Fu's footsteps suddenly stepped forward, and suddenly the sword roar in the space seemed to turn into substance, and suddenly fell on Zhao Pan's body, cutting wildly, making Zhao Pan frown, and his body actually had a tingling feeling, as if he was injured by sword qi.

Zhou Fu was not in a hurry to approach Zhao Pan, but walked forward step by step, with each step, the sword momentum on his body would be stronger, as if he would never stop growing. The gray-black flames floating on the black lightsaber were also gradually deepening in color, and the cold aura was getting stronger and stronger.

"Flames, I have them too. ”

Zhao Pan smiled coldly, his body took the initiative to step out, and the punch of the tyrant bombarded out again, but this time, the pitch-black light that surrounded his fist swelled up in an instant, turning into a raging black flame.

This black flame does not seem to be hot, but it seems a little cold, giving Zhou Fu the feeling of seeing the dark fire, obviously, this black flame also belongs to the category of yin fire.

"Is this Zhao Pan's martial spirit?"

Zhou Fu's eyes flashed slightly, and then he shouted in a low voice, "Sword of Annihilation!"

The black light sword swung out, and the sword roar overbearingly stimulated everyone's eardrums, and the dark fire wrapped in a fierce sword burst out.

"Destroy me!"

Zhao Pan snorted coldly, and the black spiritual power above the fist poured out, and the black flame was even more surging, instantly engulfing the sword, and then the black flame and the surrounding dark fire were entangled, and at the same time spread along the black light sword, wanting to get close to the body of the circumference.

Zhou Fu's face remained unchanged, and between the black light saber swings, the distance between the two was slightly widened, and at the same time, another dazzling brilliance burst out from the black light sword, cutting off the black flames that wanted to follow the trend, and the dark flames were raging, and finally blocked all the black flames, unable to touch Zhou Fu.

"Darkflame Palm!"

Zhao Pan's right palm trembled, and it slammed towards Zhou Fu, and a pitch-black flame filled the air, instantly turning into a huge flame palm print and shrouding towards Zhou Fu.

"Sword of Destruction!"

The black light sword swirled in reverse, and the sword momentum exploded to its strongest, and an astonishing sword suddenly slashed out of the space.

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