Both sides lost and the game ended in a draw.

The people of Wuyang Kingdom feel that it is a pity, but it is a pity, everyone tends to be Cheng Feilong who won. Blinded the opponent with a photo, and its own parts are intact, isn't this the upper hand?

Of course, unlike these laymen's views who watch the excitement, the Tianjiao of the various battle groups know in their hearts that this draw referee is actually very fair. Because although Mukle is blind in one eye, his combat power is especially there, and Cheng Feilong used the power of the origin under the heavy blow, and almost ran out of oil. If this is a battle of life and death, it is really hard to say who will kill the deer.

Cheng Feilong got out of the ring, couldn't stand steadily, and almost fainted.

Lei Hao and Ji Ping rushed forward to support them, and the monarch of Wuyang also sent a palace envoy to send the healing pill "Nine Turns to Yuan Dan" as soon as possible to stabilize the injury.

Cheng Feifeng's eyes were red, and he stepped forward eagerly: "Brother, how are you?"

Cheng Feilong barely squeezed out a smile: "I can't die." Fortunately, you brought that medium-grade spirit stone, otherwise I would never have been able to use the last Yuan Force Blood Arrow. ”

Cheng Feifeng stomped his feet: "Don't say unlucky words, go, go back and recuperate." ”

Cheng Feilong shook his head: "Wait a little longer." ”

Cheng Feifeng's eyes widened: "What are you waiting for?"

Cheng Feilong took a few deep breaths, and a real smile appeared on his face: "Wait for a wonderful duel." ”

On the side of the Tule people, Mukel didn't care about his injuries at all, and as soon as he got out of the ring, he knelt down on one knee in front of the Golden Harrier and buried his head deeply: "Mukel is incompetent, he failed to avenge Agush and Colin, please protect Xiao Yehu to surrender." ”

Yalan brushed her sleeves and said simply: "Go back." ”

Mukr remained motionless, letting the blood flow out of his eye sockets and hit the ground.

The Turle envoy group and others got up one after another, and were about to leave, but a voice came from behind them: "Wait a minute, the envoy, we also have a sixth-order warrior who wants to challenge the sixth-order warrior of your alliance, Ha Tutu." ”

The Turle people are like a collective immobilization, and they brush their heads together, and the movements are called a neatness.

Challenge: Three battles were fought in three days, either defeat or peace, and the fate of the three samurai can only be described as tragic. That's it, there are still people who dare to challenge?

Ya Lan slowly turned back, with a playful smile on her face: "Da Honglu, I heard you right, you want to challenge?"

Shang Yunfeng said lightly: "The ancient country of Wuyang, Su respects etiquette, and if you give something, you must return it, which is called 'courtesy and exchange'." It's our turn when you're done, what's the wonder?"

Yalan was stunned, and then laughed: "That's right, martial arts exchanges, there are comings and goings." Should!

"Challenges are OK, and we in Turle love them the most. The silver wolf walked to the referee's seat of Wuyang Country and stared at Shang Yunfeng's eyes, "Do you know the rules?"

Shang Yunfeng smiled: "Of course, the sixth order, Tianjiao, is indispensable. ”

"Do you have such a candidate?"

"Not before, but yesterday it was. ”

The silver wolf and Ya Lan glanced at each other, as if they had realized: "Tianjiao Dynasty battle, Wuyang first?"

Shang Yunfeng smiled and said nothing, and said after a while: "Scared?"

The silver wolf looked at the sky with his hands in his hands, and didn't bother to answer at all, Yalan sneered, turned his head and asked Hatutu in the guards in Tule language: "The first thing to challenge you in the Wuyang Dynasty War is to ask if you are afraid?"

Ha Tutu replied with a humming voice.

Yao Wujiang, Nangong Wenbao, Nangong Mengxiong and the surrounding Tianjiao couldn't understand the Tule language, and they didn't know what it meant.

However, Shang Yunfeng, as the great Honglu in charge of foreign affairs, was proficient in the Tule language, and when he relayed it to Zhu Tianjiao, he almost exploded.

What Ha Tutu said was: "First, it must be very cool to tear up." ”

If it weren't for the fact that Ha Tutu showed more terrifying combat effectiveness and more ferocious murder than Mukel a few days ago, several Tianjiao with similar strength would have wanted to jump on the stage to challenge.

The crowd of onlookers was about to disperse, but when they heard that there was another duel, and that it was the side of the Wuyang Kingdom challenging the Tule people, they were immediately excited, and they all guessed who would play.

As soon as Shang Yunfeng sat down, Yao Wujiang, Nangong Wenbao, Nangong Mengxiong and others came over: "Brother Shang, when did you say that Luo family disciple?"

Obviously, none of them knew that Shangyun Summit had come out of nowhere.

Shang Yunfeng said with a smile: "I didn't persuade him, he took the initiative to challenge." ”

"What conditions did he offer?" it was Yao Wujiang who asked this.

"What kind of cultivation is this person?" As the supervisor of the Wuyang National Cultivation Martial Arts General Hall, Nangong Mengxiong paid more attention to this.

"This person is very knowledgeable about current affairs, and he didn't make any excessive requests, he just hoped that he would not be disturbed before the start of the national war and cultivate in Panlong Ridge with peace of mind. As for his cultivation...... Shang Yunfeng looked at Nangong Mengxiong and smiled, "If you can reach the top one step ahead of Ling Gongzi, what kind of cultivation is important?"

The son of Nangong Mengxiong is Nangong Changying, and one of the "three uniques" of the Nangong family's world-famous is the mystery of the body. Nangong Changying has already obtained his true inheritance, and he is a seventh-order warrior, even such a genius has to be deflated, and it really doesn't matter what he cultivates.

Speaking of the son who has always been arrogant but a little depressed recently, Nangong Mengxiong smiled bitterly, accepted this statement, and looked around: "So, there is only one question left, where is this son?"

As soon as the words fell, the crowd flickered away, and a man in white wearing a bronze half face appeared in front of the stage, first bowing slightly in the direction of Cheng Feilong, and then walking to the referee's bench to salute respectfully.

Nangong Mengxiong was surprised: "You are ......"

The visitor took a silver medal from his waist and flashed it to the court bigwigs.

This is the identity nameplate of the Tianjiao War Regiment, with a unified number engraved on it, and this silver medal is engraved with "Three Hundred and Sixty", a very low number, which indirectly indicates that this person is from the remote area and the bottom of the county battle ranking.

If it was three days ago, such a nameplate, Nangong Mengxiong would not have swept the corner of his eyes, but after the battle between the Shengjing War Group and the Yunzhou War Group, everyone was deeply impressed by this nameplate, especially the people of the Nangong family.

Because this nameplate represents "Wuyang Dynasty Battle, Tianjiao First" - although it has not been compared, everyone knows that the speed of seventeen breaths is not known, but it is absolutely unprecedented. And this glory was taken by the best children of the Nangong family as stepping stones.

Nangong Mengxiong Fox said suspiciously: "The nameplate can be borrowed, and the appearance does not match ......."

Shang Yunfeng's laughter behind him sounded: "There is no need to be suspicious, the main master is right." ”

With Shang Yunfeng's endorsement, Nangong Mengxiong and others no longer questioned it.

When the Tule people saw Luo Xiao, whose image had changed greatly, they were all surprised, and Yalan snorted coldly: "Pretend to be mysterious." Ha Tutu, after coming to power, the first thing you do is to remove his mask. ”

Ha Tutu knocked on his chest hard, and banged: "Obey!"

Suddenly, a white light flashed, and the crowd let out a burst of exclamation, and then the cries grew louder and louder, like a mountain shouting and a tsunami.

Ya Lan hurriedly looked up, but saw that Luo Xiao was moving his palm away from the spirit measuring stone, and on the spirit measuring stone, the image of a huge spiritual bud was gradually fading. Although the image has existed for a short time, Yalan's sharp eyes can still see clearly, the height of this spiritual bud has reached the top - nine out of nine, and it is only one centimeter away from budding and turning into branches!

Sixth-Order Consummation! It is actually the pinnacle of Xuanwu!