Demon kings, you say a word to me, and soon the excited Feng Qing agreed to Father An's proposal. Huo Ran Wen

"I'm better!" Feng Qing said loudly.

"Than what?" Father An and the demon kings said in unison.

"Tournament!" Feng Qing took a deep breath and stared solemnly at the abyssal demonic beast under Father An.

competition, he still has a chance to win.

Match......

Unless the referees are all his people, there is no comparison.

Although Feng Qing didn't want to admit it, he had to admit that he and the Great Demon King An Qiu were similar in age next year, but the two looked like they were several times worse.

An Qiu looked like a young monk who had just started to cultivate, immature and young, handsome and extraordinary.

But he...... When he was young, he was definitely not inferior, and he was even deeper than An Qiu.

But he is old, and he has not cultivated those crooked and evil exercises like An Qiu, how can he compare?

Seeing Feng Qing so knowledgeable, Father An's heart was very satisfied.

However, satisfaction is satisfaction, but it does not mean that he will let Feng Qing go easily.

"Little Demon Lion, this old man will be handed over to you." Father An jumped off the back of the young Abyss Demon Lion, patted the lion's head gently, and helped the little lion smooth its hair.

Hearing An Qiu's name for the Abyss Demon Lion, the corners of the mouths of the righteous path swordsmen and demon kings on the scene twitched uncontrollably.

Their eyes remained silent as they looked at the abyssal demon lion as high as a hill......

That's it...... Still a little magic lion? Is it small?

After receiving An Qiu's signal, the abyss demon lion immediately spread its feet and rushed towards Feng Qing's location excitedly.

"Roar!"

"Roar!"

"Roar, roar, roar!"

As the abyssal demon lion ran, the ground of the entire battle scene trembled.

The demon kings and the monks thought of Fang Cai's father's words again......

That's it?

Still a little magic lion?

I really believe in your wickedness!

Feng Qing looked at the demon lion that was constantly approaching him vigilantly, he clenched the spirit sword in his hand, and flew up a second before the demon lion was about to hit him.

"Zheng Zheng Zheng!"

"Bang bang bang!"

"Boom, boom!"

The spirit sword and the demon lion's claws constantly collided together, making sound one after another.

Feng Qing slashed out several sword qi that missed, almost hitting the righteous path swordsman and the other demon kings on the side.

Of course, those people watched the battle and watched the battle, and the reaction to dodge was still very fast.

As a result, countless Dao attacks hit the open ground around them, hitting the hills in the distance, and making countless explosions.

Feng Qing's cultivation is obviously inferior to this abyss demon lion, but Feng Qing is a human, this abyss demon lion is immature, and his IQ is a child of several years old, so it is not as flexible as Feng Qinglai's brain when fighting.

In addition, Feng Qing's house is the head of the Feng family after all, although the heavenly treasures and magic weapons in his hands have been looted by An Qiu and the demon kings.

But he is treacherous and cunning, and he has some means to save his life.

Therefore, this person and the demon lion have been in a stalemate for a while, and no one can win for a while......

Seeing this, An Qiu couldn't help frowning.

"Great Demon King, it's not a way to go on like this." A certain demon king suddenly came to An's father and said.

"Do you have an idea?" An Qiu glanced at the other party and asked.

"Great Demon King, don't you have a banner?" A certain demon king didn't know what he meant.

Hearing this, Father An was stunned at first, and couldn't help but smile smugly after coming back to his senses.

"It's still you kid smart." As he spoke, Father An took out a white jade bottle from his arms and handed it to the demon king.

"What is this?"