A month later.

In Muyuan City, the atmosphere is very lively.

As early as a month ago, Emperor Dai Zhesheng issued an edict, saying that a competition for the crown prince would be held in a month, and the prince who was confident in himself could participate in the election for the crown prince.

However, after a few months, only three princes were finally confirmed to run for the crown prince's throne.

They are the second prince Dai Yangrong, the third prince Dai Yangyu, and the fourth prince Dai Feichi.

Among them, the second prince Dai Yangrong is the most favored, and almost half of the ministers of Muyuan Kingdom choose to stand on his side. As for the princes and princesses, except for the eldest prince Dai Ping, the seventh princess Dai Yueyi, the tenth princess Dai Xuantong, the eighteenth prince Dai Yangxu, and the two candidates, all the princes and princesses stood behind Dai Yangrong.

Moreover, this kind of unfavorable news for Dai Yangyu and Dai Feichi has been spread all over the city, and for a while, many people who joined the two's team withdrew one after another, which made the two extremely annoyed.

"Your Royal Highness the Third Prince, I heard that many people have already withdrawn?"

In the palace, there are many tables in a very large square, and there is a dragon chair in the innermost part of the square, and there are few people in the square at this time, and you have some palace maids and eunuchs who are only responsible for cleaning and tea and fruit snacks.

In the center of the square, a huge ring has been erected, and around the ring, there are several monks in special costumes, and on their chests, there is an identical badge.

Yang Fan squinted, a bit like the exclusive badge of the array mage.

Several people put a few pieces of things around the ring, and then their hands quickly pinched, and Dao Dao Array Wen surrounded the entire ring from a few things. In less than a few breaths, a huge defensive formation enveloped the ring firmly.

As a sixth-level array mage, Yang Fan could see at a glance that this was a seven-star level defensive array that could withstand the attacks of Mahayana period powerhouses.

"Yes, you still have a chance to quit now. ”

Dai Yangyu glanced at Yang Fan, and his mood was not visible in his eyes at this time.

"Do you think I'm going to quit?"

Yang Fan asked rhetorically.

After speaking, Yang Fan looked at the three of the seven princesses again, only to see the three of them staring at Yang Fan with vigilant eyes.

Yang Fan's eyes swept around again, and found that the fourth prince Dai Feichi had also arrived, sitting on Dai Yangyu's left side, less than fifty meters away.

Behind Dai Feichi, there were eight masked people, and only one of the eight could be seen from her figure. The strength of the eight people is very terrifying, and the strongest one has reached the early stage of the tribulation. And on Dai Yangyu's side, in addition to Yang Fan, the strongest is only half a step through the tribulation period.

"You are Yang Fan?"

At this time, an abrupt voice came from behind Yang Fan, and it was a middle-aged man who spoke.

Yang Fan: "Are you?"

"In Xia Fengshen Yinde, he was also the first to choose to join His Royal Highness the Third Prince. ”

Yang Fan opened his mouth wide, "Is He Shen your old man?"

When Feng Shen Yinde heard this, his face suddenly became gloomy.

"Boy, you mean I picked it up?"

The majestic true yuan power has begun to converge in Fengshen Yinde's body, as long as Yang Fan dares to say yes, Fengshen Yinde will definitely make a move.

Yang Fan frowned, because from the very beginning, he had sensed Feng Shen Yinde's malice towards him.

"Yes and what?

Yang Fan said in a cold tone.

Rumble!

What answered Yang Fan was a one-hit magic attack.

The terrifying attack attracted the attention of everyone in the square, including Dai Yangyu and the others.

"Feng Shen Yinde, what's going on, do you know what you're doing?

Dai Yangyu was suddenly unhappy.

"Your Highness, he's insulting me!"

Feng Shen Yinde defended.

"It's not time for the tournament yet, and you're not allowed to fight now!"

"Yes!"

Feng Shen Yinde clenched his fists.

The smoke and dust caused by the terrifying attack slowly dissipated, and Yang Fan's undamaged clothes were imprinted into everyone's eyes.

Feng Shen Yinde frowned, because although his attack just now was not strong, it was impossible that even the corners of Yang Fan's clothes were not broken.

"In the late stage of the combination, it is a very good strength. ”

Yang Fan clapped his hands.

"You're not bad, you're able to survive my self-blows unscathed,"

Suddenly, Yang Fan looked at the female monk among the eight behind Dai Feichi.

The friar, dressed in tight-fitting black, showed off her perfect figure.

The pupils of her eyes are pale blue, and you can vaguely see that her ears are pointed.

The female monk was looking at Yang Fan with the eyes of an animal, her eyes revealing curiosity.

"It's coming!"

Dai Yangyu stood up and looked at one of the gates of the palace.

The emperor's guard of honor walked slowly, and Dai Zhesheng sat on an open-air palanquin carried by eighteen people, followed closely by eunuchs and palace maids behind him.

Immediately afterwards, outside the palace, ministers of various grades and representatives of major family forces entered one after another, led by the proud second prince Dai Yangrong.

Soon, everyone came to their respective positions.

"Your Majesty has arrived!"

Whew!!

Everyone stood up and bowed slightly to Dai Zhesheng on the dragon chair.

"Flat!"

Dai Zhesheng opened his mouth lightly, and the terrifying aura of the Mahayana period powerhouse was released uncontrollably, even if it was a distance of several hundred meters, the monk under the strength only felt that his chest was stuffy, and his true yuan power could not be mobilized normally.

Crash!

The crowd sat down.

"Today is an unforgettable day, because today, I want to elect a prince to be cultivated as a prince, and the method of selection is the prince of the camp where the monks on the stage are finally on the competition platform among the monks who are attracted by the three princes. ”

"Yang Rong, Yang Yu, Feichi, I hope that after this competition, the three of you will not be indifferent to brotherly feelings. Keep it up. ”

Dai Zhesheng looked at the three of them separately and said with relief.

"The sons and daughters obey the teachings of their father. ”

All three stood up at the same time.

"Well, then, I announce, the contest begins!"

Whew!!

Fifteen figures flashed rapidly, and the next moment they appeared on the competition platform.

The tripartite stood in three directions, wary of the other ten.

But someone noticed that there was a man with a loose expression, and he was still standing in the wrong place, actually standing in the middle of the three people.

This person is Yang Fan.

Yang Fan was embarrassed, but there was no panic on his face, and he directly faced the five people on the side of the second prince Dai Yangrong, stretched out his hand, and made a provocative move.

"Let's go together. ”

Yang Fan was a little excited, because among the five people opposite, there were three in the early stage of the tribulation, and two of them were combined.

If there is no Yang Fan, with Dai Yangyu and Dai Feichi, they are not their opponents at all.

"Look for death!"

The middle-aged man led by him took the lead and punched out, with a terrifying arrogance.

"Let's go too!"

The four people on Yang Fan's side and the five people on Dai Feichi's side nodded and killed the remaining four people on Dai Yangrong's side.

As for whether Yang Fan is the opponent of the middle-aged man, I'm sorry, they won't care.