As the light dissipated, the scene in the ring became clear, and Chen Feiyang was suspended in the air, his clothes and armor were all broken, and a layer of skin had fallen off his body, and he was seriously injured.

Just now, he was collectively bombarded by a large group of dragon clans, coupled with Fan Lang's own attack, which disintegrated all the defenses on his body, and even threatened his life.

Fan Lang hung higher in the air, looked at Chen Feiyang, who was seriously injured, condescendingly, and said calmly: "I just said that I don't need you to let me at all, now you should understand, right?"

Chen Feiyang coughed twice, unable to say anything for the time being, very embarrassed.

This scene fell in the eyes of thousands of people, causing different reactions from the martial gods of the two countries, which can be described as some people are happy and some are worried.

"Haha, Fan Lang played well and grew his face for our Aurora God Kingdom. We lost one game before, and if we drew one, we should win one game, so that the people of the Taijin Divine Kingdom will not look down on us. ”

"Defeating the Ten Thousand Ancient Realm with the Dao Domain Realm, and being a leader like Chen Feiyang, Fan Lang's strength is really incredible. ”

"He used that large group of dragons to win, not on his own. ”

"Being able to control so many dragons is an ability in itself, and not everyone can do it. To control the battle of the dragons, you need to divide the mind, and the more dragons there are, the greater the number of ideas. ”

The people of the Aurora God Kingdom were full of enthusiasm, and they were all very happy.

Personal honor and disgrace are related to the honor and disgrace of the country.

The reverse is also true, where the individual and the country prosper and both lose.

As for the people of the Taijin Divine Kingdom on the other side, they were a little deflated, Princess Luo Shen frowned slightly, and had to re-examine Fan Lang in the ring, and her inner thoughts floated.

"I haven't seen him for a few months, Fan Lang's strength has grown so much, and even Chen Feiyang is not his opponent, which makes me impressed. He's progressing much faster than I expected. My father said before that Fan Lang is by no means an idle person, and he may even be an awakened person, so he seems to have guessed correctly. ”

Princess Luo Shen looked up to Fan Lang a little in her heart, but it was only a little. In her opinion, Fan Lang's identity is still 108,000 miles away from her, the princess, and it is not on the same line at all.

Unless Fan Lang can be on an equal footing with her, she will never let the residual feelings of her predecessor blossom.

Originally, Princess Luo Shen asked Chen Feiyang to teach Fan Lang a lesson, so as to vent her dissatisfaction with Fan Lang, but Chen Feiyang was beaten by Fan Lang and seriously injured.

Princess Roselle was disappointed in this, but not so much that she had to do it. Of course, it's good to teach Fan Lang a lesson, but it doesn't matter if he can't teach him. As for the injured Chen Feiyang, in her eyes, it is as light as a breeze, not to mention injured, even if she dies in the ring, it doesn't matter.

In the ring.

Chen Feiyang recovered slightly, straightened up, took out new clothes and draped them on his body. In order to maintain his demeanor, he stubbornly arched his hand and said: "Victory and defeat are common things in soldiers, and I made the mistake of underestimating the enemy in this battle, and I am convinced of losing." This competition is just a competition, not a real ring battle, and your Excellency will inevitably make a little heavier. For the sake of friendship between the two countries, I won't bother with you. Wait for the next opportunity, Chen will come to ask for advice!"

"You were verbose before you fight, and you're still verbose after you're done. Okay, if you lose, let's go. Don't get in my sights. Fan Lang waved his hand to drive people away, and the exit was merciless.

Chen Feiyang gritted his teeth, his anger burned in his chest, but he had nothing to say, so he could only hold back the ashes and leave. He still wanted to cripple Fan Lang before, but he was almost abolished himself.

Fan Lang is left alone in the ring, since he has come, he might as well fight two more times, he is a battle maniac, and he will never resist this.

"After one game, it's time for the next one. I don't practice martial arts for performance, and I'm not interested in martial arts competitions. Forget about the battle just now, and whoever wants to fight me next will have to make an extra bet and come out with a little bit of luck. I don't look down on the average color head, at least it has to be about the same value as the sword in my hand. ”

Fan Lang flipped the Eight Desolations of Dragon Town between words, and showed this sword to everyone to see, the dragon flame of the sword body flowed, and the sound of a dragon roar was made, and it was a high-star divine weapon at a glance.

He didn't care what others thought, and he had no interest in maintaining a friendly atmosphere between the two countries, and put forward his own demands to increase the gains of the battle.

For this additional request, the Six Heavenly Kings were noncommittal, did not agree, and did not refuse, which can be regarded as acquiescence.

Fan Lang continued: "If I don't fight a battle that I will lose, the superior god will not come to challenge me, and I can't beat the high-level middle god either, I will only accept similar opponents." As for nationality, it doesn't matter, whether it's a person from the Taijin Divine Kingdom or a person from the Aurora Divine Kingdom, as long as you meet the conditions and can take out the capital to bet, I will fight!"

As soon as this remark came out, it caused a lot of criticism.

"What does Fan Lang mean by this? He even wants to beat his own people?"

"The sword in his hand is extraordinary, and it's not a cheap bet. ”

"Interestingly, this kind of gameplay is much more interesting than just jousting to see who will fight. ”

There was a lot of talk.

Martial gods are all militants, and with so many martial gods present, there will be people in the battle soon.

A figure leaped out of the seat of the Taijin Divine Kingdom and jumped into the air. He is tall and burly, with an elephant trunk and tusks, very thick skin, and a sense of strength all over his body, which is a typical characteristic of the "Elephant Power Clan", which belongs to one of the branches of the human race.

Everyone saw his appearance clearly, and many recognized his identity.

"Look, Xiang Qianqiu jumped out, it seems that he is going to fight. ”

"Xiang Qianqiu's strength is far above Chen Feiyang, the two have fought a few times, and Chen Feiyang loses every time. With him in the battle, he has a great chance of defeating Fan Lang. ”

"That Fan Lang is very arrogant, and he is very heavy, he doesn't give us face at all, I hope Xiang Qianqiu can clean him up. ”

"I don't know what kind of bet Xiang Qianqiu will take. ”

Under the gaze of everyone, it was like a thousand autumns stepping on the void, and the footsteps rumbled, leaving a series of black footprints of nothingness. He walked to the ring, locked on Fan Lang, and said in a deep voice: "Fan Lang, I will meet you in the next battle!"

"If you want to fight me, you have to come up with a lottery that will satisfy me, at least on par with the sword in my hand. "Fan Lang shook the Eight Desolations of Dragon Town.

was taken as a bet by Fan Lang, and the sword spirit of the Eight Desolations of Dragon Town was quite dissatisfied with this, and he had been protesting since just now.

"Fan Lang, you have no conscience, you actually bet me out, what if you lose? Who will help you fight in the future? Who will help you peel the fruit in the future? Hurry up and change a bet, whoever you bet out, you can't bet on me!"

Fan Lang ignored the sword spirit, but paid attention to the elephant Qianqiu opposite.

It was like Qianqiu took out something, and this was his bet.

(End of chapter)