Although Wang Meng did not express it clearly, Ji Xuanyuan was a smart person, and that night, the news that the fourth prince, Ji Shuangtian, would marry a daughter of the Wang family as his wife, came out of the palace.

You can't get close to the temple directly, you can take the route of the Wang family, and it is said that she is the closest clan girl to Aunt Wang Meng.

The first dojo in the world, so that Ji Shuangtian sighed, the pride in his heart has long been reined in, after he promised to marry the daughter of the Wang family, he was immediately established as the first crown prince by Ji Xuanyuan, if there is no accident, he will become the next emperor of the Great Zhou.

Of course, this news did not cause much turmoil in Ho Jing, and everyone's eyes were completely on the first dojo battle of the next day.

After Luo Feng was eliminated, he completely let go of his mouth, and at night he was exposed in the drunkard's wine stall.

"I bet that the Three Saints of Hanhai will win. ”

Hearing Luo Feng mention the word gambling, he couldn't bear it anymore, everything related to gambling was the first to bear the brunt of it, right, "I think the god and a little bit are especially strong, don't mess up, it's a bit of a wind when you hear the name." ”

"This ...... The Three Saints are better than not messy, right?"

"Isn't it messy, isn't it cool?"

In the wine stall, the other drinkers kept silent one by one, but their ears were straight, and if they listened to the analysis, they could actually hear a lot of things from the conversations of these forbidden forces.

Luo Feng has already been exposed, and after the three saints of Hanhai join forces, the threefold law order is a bit scary.

However, judging from the words that Shu can't afford, there should be some kind of joint move in the non-chaotic group.

It's really hard to say who is strong and who is weak, it's just that Luo Feng swore a bet, and people couldn't help but be full of expectations for the three saints of Hanhai, what kind of triple order would it be?

Anyway, the two of them are blowing nonsense again. In the end, Luo Feng still entered the trap that he couldn't afford, poor boy.

On the second day, the Hanhai Three Holy Regiment and the Non-chaotic Regiment appeared at the same time.

On the battle platform, the three saints of Hanhai stood in the form of words, with a faint breath and blended with each other.

On the other side, there is no mess of the gods and a little you. The two of them are one after the other, each exuding the temperament of a strong man, and it seems that there is no intention of joining forces.

Offstage, Shu couldn't find Luo Feng. "To bet or not?"

Damn, if Shu can't afford to gamble with him, what do you think of him? However, Luo Feng doesn't believe it, he will always lose to Shu Can't afford it, the strength of the three saints of Hanhai, he has seen it with his own eyes. To be honest, like the violence of the sky, it tastes a bit of an inexplicable.

Luo Feng thought about it and fought it. Isn't it just a treasure, "Bet, why don't you gamble, even if you steal the sky with thousands of dollars." It's impossible to interfere with the outcome of this game, if I lose. My treasure, you can choose, I won, and the treasure I lost to you last time will be returned to me. ”

Jue Bu shook his head, it seems that after being eliminated, Luo Feng's IQ is a little anxious.

On the battle platform, the Three Sages of Hanhai confronted each other with the Unchaotic Group for a moment, and the Sand Sage spoke: "I heard that you have a set of rules and orders for joining forces, and I have asked for advice." ”

"No need to talk nonsense, let's go together. ”

It's very simple to speak to the gods, don't you just want to find an excuse to beat the group, just point to it is a word, do it.

A little bit of it is very simple, stretching out his right hand, it is a treasure weapon flying out.

With a bang, the treasure turned into a pagoda in the air and fell with a bang.

The three saints of Hanhai, the sand saint, the phantom saint, and the poison saint, the three of them drank coldly in unison, and they had a spirit in their hearts, only to see the sand saint blast out towards the treasure pagoda that fell in the air, but the phantom saint was flying with both palms of the phantom butterfly, laying down a phantom array of defenses, and the poison saint, silently, from its feet, countless poisons spread out in all directions.

The Sand Saint hit the treasure pagoda with one blow, and with a bang, the pagoda shattered at once, turning into thousands of ice crystals and scattering them.

Obviously, the root of the treasure pagoda of Dianyou is not used to suppress the Three Saints, but to deliberately let the other party break the pagoda, at this time, thousands of ice crystals condense the entire battle platform, every bit of ice is inextricably linked with Dianyou, and the true yuan mana of the silk is from Dianyou's body into those ice crystals.

In an instant, most of the battle platform turned into an ice field.

The two people who are not chaotic, one is from the North Polar Sea, and the other is from the South Wind Ice Field, although these two places, one south and one north, are extremely cold places.

The entire battle platform, the world turned into ice, suddenly became the home field of the unchaotic group.

The faces of the three saints of Hanhai changed in unison, carelessly, and let the other party seize the geographical advantage, which was actually unexpected, and the geographical advantage of the ice world was obviously not good for the three of them, the Hanhai world, either the desert or the sun, it was a hot place, the three of them fought in the cold, although with their realm, this kind of impact was very subtle, but the opponent's realm, this slight impact, it is very likely that it will be snowballed, and one move will be missed, and it will fail step by step.

"What a scratch for ice. ”

At this time, it is impossible to reverse the geographical advantage, and it is impossible to do so, and the true yuan of a little bit of you is connected to the ice crystals all over the ground that have turned into ice fields, unless you defeat a little bit of you in one fell swoop, otherwise, you will only fall into the battle of the true yuan with a little you.

Obviously, the thickness of the real yuan, the three saints of Hanhai are a little at a loss, God knows how long you have lived, how strong the accumulation of the true yuan is, and the monks who grew up in the extremely cold land are known for their long breath and the majesty of the true yuan, and the monks from the Yandai Hanhai are known for their outbursts and durability, they are a little lacking, there is no difference between high and low in this body, it only depends on how the individual drives the rhythm of the battle to divide the victory and defeat.

Now, the rhythm is in the hands of the non-chaotic group, at least in the geographical advantage, has occupied a subtle advantage, and when the strength is similar, this advantage is a wonderful rhythm.

The three saints of Hanhai burst out at the same time with true yuan, yellow sand, illusory color, and poisonous purple.

"If you lose your geographical advantage, you can't lose the opportunity to kill again. ”

Sha Sheng's eyes froze, and he took the lead.

Raising his hands above his head, he saw the light of the yellow true yuan, between his hands, forming a storm of sand, and in the rumbling and whistling, the storm became bigger and bigger, but it turned into a tornado of sand and swept towards the two of them.

As soon as you make a move, it's a law sandstorm!

A smile suddenly appeared on the face of the Phantom Saint, this smile gradually deformed, attracting the colorful light, and suddenly, the Phantom Saint disappeared, a colorful flower plant, standing there, swaying, above the flower plant, there are seven gorgeous and incomprehensible flowers, seven colors respectively.

"Flowers are not flowers, fog is not fog, the world in the illusion, into a dream. ”

The sound of murmuring, from the top of the flowers, spread melodiously, and above the battle platform, it was shrouded in a light mist.

At this time, the body of the poison saint squeaked and rattled, emitting the sound of countless poisonous insects running, as if there were countless deadly poisons hidden in his body, and they were running together at this time.

It's not a living thing, it's a poisonous soul!

A faint purple poisonous breath was mixed in the phantom mist emitted by the Phantom Saint, spreading out in all directions.

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