But when he heard the last sentence, he was stunned.

As a high-ranking prince, he obviously couldn't help but understand why the rabbit said that he belonged to the cucumber.

Prince Xiang has a very noble character and is not ashamed to ask.

"Why am I a cucumber?"

"Because you're undershooting!" The sonorous voice of the rabbit sounded.

There were bursts of laughter and breathless voices around them, and the faces of the people of the Tianxiang Empire began to turn ugly.

The words have already been said to this point, what else is there to say? Let's fight.

For the sake of Prince Xiang's dignity, more than a dozen masters of the Tianxiang Empire rushed out first and strode towards Han Shilin's people to kill.

In terms of numbers, the people of Hanshilin are definitely inferior, except for the dozen or so Wanyue Party who have been killed in the early stage and their fate is unknown, the current number of Hanshilin is only more than sixty people.

Compared to the Tianxiang Empire's perfect team of 100 people, this number is a little less.

If you want to talk about momentum, no one will lose in Hanshilin.

When the enemy moves, I move.

Sixty or so people split into six arrow teams, one of which met the people who rushed up, and the others, under the leadership of Night Scale, Xuanyang and others, pounced wildly towards the people of the Tianxiang Empire.

After fighting the four-armed demonic beast and the sword-wielding god statue, and then fighting with the team of the Tianxiang Empire, it felt like beating a giant and beating a child.

All of them did not have the slightest psychological burden, but one by one they were very excited, everyone's eyes were bloody, their mouths were spewing muddy, and everyone was concentrating, like a round arm thrown away, just waiting for the punch to fall.

Leng Meiying didn't move, and the rabbit and glutinous rice were by her side one by the other, smiling at the battle of these people.

On the other side, Prince Xiang looked at Leng Meiying with a blazing look, as if he wanted to directly tear Leng Meiying's clothes to shreds.

Leng Meiying hated this look very much, but she didn't make a move.

The personnel of this battle did not even have a holy rank, and there was no need for her to make a move.

The next moment, the people of the Tianxiang Empire and Hanshilin finally collided together.

In the earth-shattering roar, the roars of demonic beasts rose from the ground, and the sound pierced through the nine heavens.

Hundreds of powerful sixth-grade and seventh-grade demonic beasts appeared in the battlefield, they were like countless trains running wildly, as soon as Fang appeared, they collided together in an extremely tragic way, and the terrible ** collision sound was enough to make any heart entangled.

Among these demonic beasts, the two seventh-grade demonic beasts that are particularly outstanding are Nightscale and Su Qi.

These two demonic beasts are obviously the same as their masters, in this battlefield that is also not a seven-rank demonic beast opponent, Zhu Tianhong's roaring beast, which is also not a seven-rank demonic beast, completely got rid of its inflexible body, and with the cooperation of the extreme fantasy ice bird, it quickly put down one seventh-grade demonic beast after another.

It's not that these seven-rank demonic beasts are not strong enough, but that while they are fighting against these two demonic beasts, they also have to face enemies from under their feet......

The strength of the night scales, Su Qi and the two are definitely terrifying existences, and now their own strength is completely controlled by their own demonic beasts, and they are naturally more handy in manipulation, and at the same time, in the battle, they themselves have become more and more sharp.