Generally, they do not actively abuse and kill small animals.

"It's so big!" Zheng Kexiao sneered, the fanged marten was actually said to be a small animal by the other party, and it was compared with Lei Ying, which made him feel extremely funny.

In Zheng Kexiao's eyes, Thunder Ball was a qiwu-level thunder eagle, and in front of his Lingwu-level fanged mink, he was a small animal, so he couldn't stop sneering.

"Listening to your tone, do you think your Thunder Eagle is stronger than my fanged general?" Zheng Kexiao stroked the fanged mink's hair, hooked the corners of his mouth, and made a provocative expression.

"Of course, and more than a little bit stronger. ”

Ye Xuan originally wanted to say that the other party was not enough to play the thunderball, but it was too crazy and not good.

Zheng Kexiao tugged at the corners of his mouth and sneered: "Since you think so, why don't you have one?"

Ye Xuan frowned and said, "It's not suitable, there are too many grade differences, and it doesn't meet the rules of the Spirit Beast Competition." ”

"That's right, the Spirit Beast Race does have rules for the level of the spirit beast to fight. High-level spirit beasts can't fight low-level spirit beasts, that's very rude. However, if a low-level spirit beast is very confident, it can challenge a high-level spirit beast by leapfrogging, which is not a violation. ”

Zheng Kexiao explained, and then continued: "You were so angry just now, why don't you take the initiative to challenge my fanged general?"

"That's right. Ye Xuan had a suddenly realized expression, but shook his head and smiled, "I don't mind, but if you want to fight, you have to challenge it, otherwise it will be me who violates the law and bullies people." ”

Zheng Kexiao's expression was cold, and he snorted: "Listen to what you mean, your Thunder Eagle is still higher than my Poison Fang General?"

Ye Xuan shrugged his shoulders and gave an affirmative expression.

"That's interesting. It's the first time I've encountered a Thunder Eagle that exceeds the Lingwu level, so I don't know how to do it. You said you wanted me to challenge, but I didn't break the rules. I'll challenge me now, and I'll ask if you dare to take it?" Zheng Kexiao said and took the lead in putting the fanged mink into the arena.

The fanged marten rushed into the arena and slammed his teeth and claws towards the stands.

Thunderball stood on the railing, spread his wings, jumped sideways from side to side, and looked like he wanted to go down and peck this toothy cub to death, but Ye Xuan didn't speak, so he could only coo: Don't stop me!

Ye Xuan stood up, looked at Shen Siming, and asked, "Young Master Shen, my Thunder Eagle and this fanged mink are not of the same level, and they are much worse. You did today's Spirit Beast Competition, can I fight this?"

Shen Siming got up and responded: "As long as you discuss it well and agree to fight this one, then there will be no problem." ”

Zheng Kexiao sneered: "Okay, if you don't dare to fight, it's okay to be soft." After all, it's not easy to raise a good-looking spirit pet. ”

Ye Xuan stood in front of the railing, looked sideways at him, and said, "You have to fight, don't blame me for bullying people with high-level spirit beasts." ”

"Come, fight, hurry!" Zheng Kexiao urged with disdain.

Ye Xuan stretched out his hand and slapped the thunderball, and said, "Okay, go ahead!" ”

With a command, the thunderball immediately pounced.

All the princes and grandsons present paid attention to the competition between the two sides, and did not dare to pay more attention to people, not spirit beasts.

Because Thunder Eagle beats the poisonous fanged mink, one is at the qi martial level, and the other is at the spiritual martial level, and there is a difference of more than 20 levels if it is considered a small level, what is there to pay attention to?

This is what the fanged marten do to kill small animals.

"Thunderhawk beats the poisonous fanged mink. What's wrong with today's people? What's so good about this?" a prince on the west side of the stands shook his head and smiled.

The little marquis of the Saint Mighty Marquis family responded: "That's not necessarily, I'll tell you the truth, Lei Ying won't necessarily lose." ”

"What do you mean by that?"

"You use your brains. Although the fanged marten is strong, it can't fly. As long as Thunder Eagle doesn't fly down and flies in the sky for a day, it will be a stable draw. After the little marquis finished speaking, he laughed first.

"Hahaha" Wang Sun Gongzi next to him immediately laughed.

However, before their laughter had fallen, the Thunder Eagle had already jumped into the arena and pounced on the fanged marten, and not swooped down, but after jumping, he ran over with his claws.

"Little Hou Ye, the draw you said didn't work out, Lei Ying pounced. ”

In the arena.

The fanged mink opened its mouth to show its fangs, and it burst out like lightning, and shot towards the thunderball, so fast that it was almost impossible to see with the naked eye.

Howl!

Between the lightning and flint, Thunderball pressed it with one claw, directly pressed the fanged mink to the ground, and then lowered his head and grabbed his neck, spread his wings and flew up, like holding a mouse in his mouth, his movements were smooth and very skillful.

Everyone present was stunned for a moment when they saw this scene.

Thunderball grabbed the fanged mink and flew straight back to the railing, ready to eat a snack.

This scene exceeded everyone's expectations, and even began to wonder if the fanged marten just now was a mouse.

"That's it?"

Thunderball pressed the fanged mink with his claws, and was ready to start tearing and eating.

Zheng Kexiao immediately reacted, rushed up and shouted: "Stop, stop, stop, give me back my fanged general!"

When Leiqiu saw that someone had come up to grab food, he picked up his fangs and ran away, running on the railing of the cloister.

Zheng Kexiao shouted and chased after him, this fanged mink was the strongest spirit martial arts spirit beast he had raised, and he had dominated the imperial capital for several years, how could he be willing to let it die.

So, a thunder eagle ran in front with a fanged mink in his mouth, and a person chased behind, and the scene was extremely funny.

The crowd burst into laughter, leaning forward and leaning back.

Zheng Kexiao chased after a circle before he reacted, turned around and shouted at Ye Xuan: "The rules of the Spirit Beast Competition, the victory will be over, you hurry up and stop your Thunder Eagle!"

The rules of the Spirit Beast Race are predetermined, which is the most basic matter of principle.

Ye Xuan beckoned and shouted, "Thunderball, come back!"

Only then did the thunderball hold the fanged mink and fly back to Ye Xuan's arm.

Ye Xuan pinched the fanged mink and urged: "Let go, let go, hurry up." ”

Thunderball just didn't let go, cooing and shouting: I caught it!

"It's not wild, hurry up and return it to others. Ye Xuan said.

Coo-coo

Thunderball resolutely does not cooperate, how can the meat in the mouth be said to be released?

Ye Xuan had no choice but to take out a spirit fruit, and this foodie was willing to let go of the fanged mink.

Zheng Kexiao snatched the fanged mink, and the fanged mink was scratched out of several wounds, curled up in his hands, dying, and long lost the majesty of the previous provocation.

Zheng Kexiao checked up and down before he raised his head and said angrily: "We have all divided the winners and losers, you flat-haired beast still injured my fanged general like this!"

Ye Xuan tugged at the corners of his mouth and said, "You are content." Thunderball's mouth is already very measured, otherwise you can't stand a claw as a mink. ”

Although Zheng Kexiao was angry, he still remained sober, frowning and suspicious: "What level is your Thunder Eagle of?"

He always felt suspicious, Lei Ying was a qiwu-level spirit beast, how could he play with a spirit-level fanged mink like a mouse?

"You should send someone to inquire in the Longyuan Army, and promise that it will be more exciting than what I told you. Ye Xuan stretched out his hand and patted him on the shoulder, walked back to his seat and sat down, and continued to drink and watch the game. 11