As soon as the words fell, I saw a figure flying out of the starship and hanging in mid-air, this person has two heads, two heads stand side by side on the neck, and the two faces are exactly the same middle-aged man's appearance, with dark and brown skin all over his body, holding a raging flame in one hand and a long stick in the other, showing various characteristics of the upper god realm.

This person, nicknamed "Double-Headed Arhat", was a warrior monk of the Xizhu Divine Kingdom, and also held a position in the army. Buddhism is the state religion of the Xizhu Divine Kingdom, and there are not a few cases like this kind of warrior monks joining the army.

The two-headed Arhat took the initiative to ask for help, and before Galava could express his position, several figures soared into the sky, all of which were strong men of the Xizhu Divine Kingdom.

"It's better to let my 'White Elephant King' meet him. "The man who spoke was an elephant-headed man, with an elephant's head on his neck, a long trunk with a curled trunk, and his tusks curved, and he was extremely large and strong.

"Marshal, let me fight him, I am willing to make a military order, and I will definitely bring back Fan Lang's head to you!" This time it was a white-bearded old man who spoke, with a flute stuck in his waist, and a cobra wrapped around his arm, and the pattern on the snake's body resembled eyes, which was vivid and weird.

"Marshal, the slave family is also willing to fight. A delicate voice rang out, speaking from a masked woman, with a dark gray-blue complexion, covered in veil, with a fiery figure, with a pair of slender arms stretched out behind her back, holding an oversized scimitar. Judging from her skin color, as well as some lines on her skin, it can be judged that she is of Shura blood, which is a rare mixed race.

It is difficult to produce offspring due to intermarriage between different races, and most of them will die young, and very few can survive. In a very low probability, this kind of interracial hybrid will produce an unusually powerful individual.

What Fan Lang said just now was somewhat of a stimulus to the law, and so many strong people were stirred up at once, so as to prove that the strong people of the Xizhu Divine Kingdom were like clouds, but they were not just Galava.

This situation is good for Fan Lang, at least the strong people who came out later are slightly inferior to Galava, and they have a greater chance of winning in the fight.

With so many people asking for war, Galava was unable to make a decision for a while, and he hesitated.

Some people took the initiative to ask for help, and their identities are more special.

"Ladies and gentlemen, don't fight, I think only I am the most suitable. Fan Lang is a median god, and it just so happens that I am also a median god, and I am in the same realm as him. It's fair to fight like this, and presumably he won't have any complaints to say. ”

The person who spoke walked step by step, he was a young man, with a dignified appearance, a high nose and a gall, deep eye sockets, half of his upper body naked, a long men's skirt on his body, loose trousers, and shiny gems dotted everywhere, and a scimitar, the most popular weapon in the Xizhu Divine Kingdom, at his waist.

People looked at the man one after another, and their expressions became subtle.

This person who has a great background in the Xizhu Divine Kingdom, named Singh, nicknamed the retrograde, has cultivated a peerless magic skill that is perverse.

Other people's exercises are all ascending from one realm to another, but this kind of exercise is done in the opposite way, and when you cultivate to a certain realm, you will go backwards.

Originally, Singh had already cultivated into a high-level god, and then retreated step by step to today's middle-level god realm, and then retreated to the lower god.

The regression of the realm does not mean the regression of strength, this regressive cultivation method will instead enhance the strength and make one's own foundation more profound.

Singh, the middle god, actually has the strength above many high gods, which is the same as Fan Lang.

"Everyone, the median god should let the median god deal with it, right?" Singh smiled brightly.

This view has won the approval of many people.

"It's a good idea, and Singh is the best fit. ”

"Haha, Fan Lang should have nothing to say now, he doesn't dare to fight with the upper god, it's always okay to change to a middle god. ”

"Singh will make a move, and he will win, so let him play. I'm willing to give him this opportunity. ”

A number of strong men nodded in agreement.

The final decision was in the hands of Galava, and he nodded: "Okay!

"Marshal, rest assured, Singh will definitely live up to his mission, you just wait to appreciate Fan Lang's head. Singh was smiling like a spring breeze and showing absolute confidence.

Then, Singh stepped into the air, one step at a time, and approached Fan Lang on the opposite side.

The two sides faced each other in the air, and their eyes collided together, like swords and swords.

"I, Retrograde Singh, represent the Xizhu Divine Kingdom. You don't dare to fight our marshal, it's okay to replace me, right? I'm just like you, I'm a mid-level out-of-body realm, and you have no reason to refuse. If you reject me, then don't try to settle the dispute one-on-one, we have no reason to give you so many options. Singh said in a defiant tone.

"Okay, you are an opponent, I can accept it. But before you fight, you have to say the ugly things in front, if I win, you have to let me go, and you can't trouble me again, at least not at this stage. Fan Lang said.

"Yes, just do as you say, if you win, just leave, our army of the Xizhu Divine Kingdom will no longer embarrass you. It's a pity ......," Singh sneered, "you can't win, these agreements don't mean anything at all, they're just a dream." ”

"Say the words, spill the water, this is the promise you made on behalf of the entire army. Let's set the rules of the tournament. I have a ready-made set of rules for life and death in the army, and you can see if you can accept it. ”

Fan Lang flicked his fingers, popped out a ball of light, and turned into a luminous text in mid-air, writing a set of rules for martial arts.

There are not many restrictions in this set of rules, and the biggest restriction is the restriction on some objects outside the body, such as the use of no more than 100 puppets or demon pets.

The rest of the restrictions are very small, you can eat pills and the like, and you can use weapon cards as you like.

Singh just glanced at it casually, and then saw everything at a glance, revealing a bright smile: "Yes, just use this set of rules, I'm very satisfied with this set of rules." With loose rules like this, I have no less than a hundred ways to kill you. ”

"Oh, let's get started. Everything that needs to be said has already been said. ”

Fan Lang moved his neck twice, his joints made a thunderous sound, and then stepped forward.

"Little Engong, do you want to let the old man fight on his behalf?" said the lonely old man uneasily.

"I received the wishes of my predecessors, but they came for me, only I can come forward to settle it, and no one else can replace it. When I went out to fight, I had senior Lao to help take care of the fleet and beware of accidents. Fan Lang rejected the other party's kindness.

"Okay, there is old decay, you can rest assured. Halfway through speaking, the withered old man turned to his thoughts, "Xiao Engong, if you are not afraid of 10,000, you are afraid of what happens, if something happens, I will forcibly intervene in this competition and take you away." There are so many of them that I can't beat my hands with two fists, but it's no problem to keep you. ”

"Well, with the words of my seniors, I am more relieved. ”

Fan Lang greeted Singh's opponent all the way, and the two sides met for the first time, and it was a situation of endless death!

(End of chapter)