The immortal warriors of all races in the audience all looked towards the competition platform with excitement on their faces, Yue Qinghe was able to win so easily, which meant that the cultivation of the people sent by Tianzhi Pavilion to fight this time was not very good.

He and the others also had a great hope that they would be able to defeat the people sent by the Tianzhi Pavilion.

There are many immortal warriors who want to see Miss Dream, and they are even more excited, as if it is no longer their luxury to be able to meet Miss Dream soon.

But when the many immortal warriors in the audience gathered their eyes on the competition platform in front of them, they saw a scene that made them feel incredible.

It was not Yue Qinghe who was standing more firmly than the fighting platform, but the three slaves who could not be beaten.

At this time, the three slaves, looking at Yue Qinghe, who had fallen under the competition platform and vomited blood wildly, shook his head boringly.

"How is it possible? How did Yue Qinghe lose?" the young man in cloth looked like a ghost, and pulled Zhuo Bufan's sleeve in surprise.

Even if the power of the origin is banned by the mysterious power, it will not make His Royal Highness the Prince of the Ancient Family so blind, and he is even more helpless in his heart for the lack of awareness of the young man in cloth, it seems that this 'His Royal Highness the Prince of the Ancient Nalan Family' is really an impostor.

"Damn, the few spirit crystals I have are pressed on Yue Qinghe's body, and this Yue Qinghe is too weak, it really me off. Buyi's youthful face turned red, looked at the handful of people in the audience who wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, got up by himself, and Yue Qinghe, who left here in embarrassment, said angrily.

Zhuo Bufan shook his sleeves, shook off the dirty hands of the cloth-clothed boy, ignored the cloth-clothed young man who looked a little flustered at this time, and was about to jump towards the competition platform in front of him, but was grabbed back by the cloth-clothed boy.

It's very strong!

Zhuo Bufan was slightly surprised, the strength of an ordinary immortal martial artist could not be so strong, so it made Zhuo Bufan a little surprised by the cloth-clothed young man in front of him.

"Brother in blue, brother in blue, beautiful boy in blue, I beg you, please lend me a little spirit crystal, I promise to return it to you in a while, no, no, I'll pay you back three times, just this time!"

glanced at the young man in cloth with a dirty face, but saw the young man in cloth with a pitiful appearance, if it weren't for Zhuo Bufan's understanding of his heart, he would really be deceived by the innocent and harmless appearance of the young man in cloth.

But Zhuo Bufan really didn't have a good impression of the young man in cloth, and he really didn't want to deal with him.

"Are you all scared? Sannu, looking at the number of famous people from the Central Continent in the audience, don't even my little martial slaves dare to come up and fight, it really disappoints me. "Compared with the three slaves on the platform, his face was full of incomprehension, I don't know if it was deliberately angering the many immortal warriors in the audience or what, every word he said was arrogant.

The chief disciple of the Jiang clan in Feicheng, Jiang Zhongming, came to ask Your Excellency for a few tricks. ”

After a righteous atmosphere, a prominent figure opened its arms under the stage, like a wild goose spreading its wings, and leaped towards the competition platform.

The momentum of the body is extremely condensed, and compared to the previous Yue Qinghe, he knows how to suppress the sharp energy on his body.

Several young men and young women in ordinary costumes in the audience should be Jiang Zhongming's entourage, and after seeing their young master on stage, they looked elated, clenched their fists, and cheered for their young master.

"Young master, come on, strengthen my Feicheng Jiang family's peerless prestige. ”

"Young master, the strongest, the Feicheng Jiang family is unparalleled in the world. ”

"Our young master has never had an opponent among his peers in several cities around Feicheng, and the people he meets are not the enemies of my young master, with my young master's move, everyone here is waiting to meet the victory." ”

“......”

Not only Jiang Zhongming's entourage cheered for Jiang Zhongming, but even many immortal warriors recognized Jiang Zhongming.

"At the age of six, he awakened the power of the bloodline of the Jiang clan in Feicheng, the origin of the Jiang family, and at the age of nine, he stepped to the Xuanlun realm with the origin of the law of the river, at the age of twelve, he stepped into the heavenly wheel realm, and at the age of eighteen, he stepped into the realm of the five lives of the king, and this kind of rich bloodline power has long been stronger than his father, I am afraid that the bloodline power of the ancestor of the Jiang family is not as strong as this Jiang Zhongming. ”

"Yes, and this Jiang Zhongming is praised by many people as the leader of the Jiang family's bloodline blowout period, beating his eldest brother and second brother, and becoming the son of the Jiang family, I am afraid that his cultivation will soon surpass his father, so as to replace his father and become the new generation of the Jiang family. ”

"It's really young! such a young clan leader doesn't know if he has ever made an immortal marriage!"

Many people in the audience were suddenly in high spirits, this Jiang Zhongming didn't know how much stronger than the previous Yueqing River, if Jiang Zhongming was willing to stand out, the invincible three slaves must have been defeated.

There are many young women who are waiting to be released and are full of spring love, looking at the jade tree on the stage, the graceful Jiang Zhongming, both eyes are shining, and they can't wait to hold Jiang Zhongming in their arms.

"Brother Jiang, come on, Brother Jiang is the most handsome!"

"Brother Jiang is the best in the world, and the warrior is unparalleled. ”

"Brother Jiang, the slave family is so lonely tonight, if Brother Jiang is also lonely, even if he comes to the slave family tonight, the slave family will prepare a table of delicious food for Brother Jiang, and it is different, the only 'supper' in the world, the only one in the world. A young woman with heavy makeup and uncovered clothes shook the pink umbrella in her hand and said to Jiang Zhongming, who had a calm face on the competition platform, ignoring the white eyes of everyone around her.

"Vomit ......" The young man in cloth looked at the young woman with a pile of powder on her face, her face was full of retching, but after seeing the woman with a pink face looking at him with a look of resentment, the young man in cloth hurriedly raised his hand and laughed embarrassedly.

"Girl, you are so beautiful, like a fairy descending to earth, you go on, I can't see anything, ah, I'm blind. ”

As he spoke, the cloth-clothed young man covered his dirty hands over his eyes, and suddenly saw that there were blue, black, and black dotted objects on his dirty hands.

At first, the pink-faced woman who was unknown couldn't see what it was, but after looking at it, her face suddenly changed, and she walked to the side in disgust, unlike standing with the cloth-clothed boy again, but muttered with disgust.

"Where did you come from to ask for food, it's dirty!"

It's so clingy, it seems that I want to say a few cruel words to drive this cloth-clothed boy away, it's so annoying.

The actions of the two also attracted Zhuo Bufan's attention, and when he saw the cloth-clothed boy standing in front of him, Zhuo Bufan looked at the back of the cloth-clothed boy's hand, which had been put down.

It didn't matter if it looked at it, but it made Zhuo Bufan suddenly retch.

The blue and black hand on the back of the cloth boy's hand seems to have a "nose pimple!"

Or did it just come out of the nose and didn't get rid of it?

Zhuo Bufan saw the young man in cloth smiling at him again, and wanted to put his hand on his arm, which made Zhuo Bufan's heart suddenly disgusted to the extreme, and the coldness on his body was ruthlessly released, making the young man in cloth in front of him shiver a lot.

"Go away!"

Zhuo Bufan's eyes revealed a ruthless light, although the blue light was clear, especially sacred, but it was as cold as an arrow, and the body of the cloth-clothed young man was in pain.

Is it an illusion! The young man in cloth was shocked on his face, he didn't dare to get close to Zhuo Bufan anymore, and retreated to the side again and again, until Zhuo Bufan couldn't see the figure of the young man in cloth, Zhuo Bufan dissipated the coldness he released, and the indifference on his face dissipated a lot.

However, Zhuo Bufan felt a sharp gaze and looked towards him.

It is not surprising that this time is extraordinary, with the divine consciousness cultivation of the Blood Drinking Sword God, if you can't find yourself, you can't say anything.

Ignoring the fierce gaze of the Blood Drinking Sword God, Zhuo Bufan looked indifferently towards the competition platform.

At this time, Jiang Zhongming, who was handsome and handsome, did not take the lead in releasing his own law vision, but looked at the three slaves not far away with cold eyes, trying to find the flaws of the three slaves.

No, the three slaves were the first to speak out.

"Yes, I have heard that the Jiang clan of Feicheng has produced an amazing genius, and when I saw it today, it really deserved its reputation. ”

Hearing the voice of the three slaves, Jiang Zhongming still didn't speak, the cold light in his eyes was clear, although he didn't release the slightest strength, but his body was like a big river, he would be manic and rushing at any time, and his momentum would attack people.

When the three slaves saw Jiang Zhongming like this, they also had a little more smile on their faces, but soon after the smile, there was a touch of contempt on their faces, which was not the slightest difference from when they looked at the Yueqing River before.

"Compared to Yue Qinghe, you Jiang Zhongming do have enough arrogant capital, but for Sannu, you are like Yue Qinghe, and in my eyes, you are also not worth mentioning. ”

Jiang Zhongming's entourage under the competition platform, when he heard the three slaves insulting the young master of his family like this, his face was full of anger, and he looked like he was scolding, but he was stopped by Jiang Zhongming, who was speechless on the competition platform, raised his hand to stop him.

Then Jiang Zhongming was in shape, with his hands behind his back, looking proudly at the three slaves, the corners of his mouth were lightly opened, as if he was saying something insignificant.

"I don't take advantage of you, in the fight just now, you have already consumed a little of the power of the origin, I will let you strike first, but remember, you only have one chance, if you don't grasp it well, don't blame me for not giving Miss Meng face. ”

After finishing speaking, Jiang Zhongming's fierce aura on his body was even worse, and the cold light in his eyes burst out, making the three slaves not far away feel layers of cold.

"The cold in the river?" said the three slaves in some surprise.

"That's right, it's the cold air in the river, my young master has cultivated the cold air in the river inherited by the ancestor of the Jiang family, for thousands of years, only the young master of my family can cultivate it, what, are you afraid, if you are afraid, immediately kneel down and kowtow to my young master for two rings, my young master is kind-hearted, maybe, he can let you go without caring about your faux pas." One of the Jiang clan's three-eyed entourage said with an arrogant face.