In the center of the arena, which can accommodate hundreds of thousands of people to watch the battle, many magnified light screens are hung in the air, showing the most subtle expressions and movements of each player in the circular arena with a diameter of 50 kilometers in the center.

After fierce competition, at this moment, there are only three players left standing in the center of the field.

One of them, dressed in a white robe, was tall and straight, with broad shoulders and handsome shoulders, a tight waist and abdomen, slender legs, full of explosive power, and extremely masculine.

The white-robed man's pale golden eyebrows are like swords, his amber eyes are deep and sharp, his forehead is high, his nose is thin, his lips are thin, and his silver hair is scattered, which is extremely noble, and there is a pair of huge white wings behind him that gently fanf, adding a bit of holiness and mystery.

Even if he is a Dru who loves his own race, he has to admit that this noble guest of the Celestial Race from the outer land, Michael Kester, is definitely a fierce opponent of all Dru men in terms of appearance.

Michael Kester, who had spent more than two years in the Drew Empire for the sake of His Majesty the Princess, was a painter and erudite, and those with whom he chatted and interacted often unwittingly fell in love with him. Over the past two years, the number of Dru people who support him has become more and more.

The two young Dru people looked at each other, these two people, with their age, were definitely geniuses among the Dru people, originally thought that the prince would be born among them, but no one thought that a foreign visitor would change everything.

The two young men are both at the ninth level of the physical arts master and the ninth level of the spiritual master, and the strength of the human race that day may be above the twelfth level of the Great Venerable of the Physical Arts, and above the twelfth level of the Great Venerable of the Spiritual Department. There is a huge difference between the two sides, you must know that once the Dao crosses that hurdle, below the Great Venerable, it will be an ant.

The two of them have made up their minds and decide to join forces to deal with the foreign enemy Michael.

One holds a two-handed dagger, and the other holds a bow. The two of them turned into two rapidly rotating green whirlwinds.

A slight sneer appeared on the corner of Michael's lips, with the strength of his Double Venerable, everyone in this battle was not to be afraid. In order to wait for this day, he delayed an extra year, hoping that this year's wait will be worth it.

Suddenly, he lost his patience to tease the two of them, and his whole body was full of momentum. Silver hair flew, and the cross sword in both hands spewed out a huge white pillar of light, and the cross sword spun in his hand, and the white pillar of light turned into a dazzling white light.

The white light fell on the invisible energy elimination barrier around the arena, which actually caused a strong alarm sound.

In the blink of an eye, the white light vanished, and Michael crossed his hands and pressed his cross sword against his bracer. Silently, the cross sword is automatically retracted. Hiding in the bracers.

The two young Drus were pale, bleeding from their arms, and their weapons fell to the ground, knowing that they would not have been so lightly wounded if it weren't for Michael's mercy. Although he was unwilling to marry the princess to him, his skills were not as good as others. can only leave the scene with hatred.

"Your Excellency, we are convinced. With a slight sigh, the two men stepped forward, each raising one of Michael's arms, and shouted, "Victor." Michael Kester!!"

The audience stood up and applauded. Most of the audience were not satisfied with letting a foreigner defeat his own clan and become the princess's husband, but the other party already had the citizenship of the Dru clan and defeated all the players openly, in terms of strength, it was indeed admired by everyone.

After a long time, the applause gradually stopped.

Michael was alone in the room, his eyes fell on the VIP seat, and he could already see that Her Majesty the Princess was silently watching him.

Excluding all entanglements of interests, Her Majesty Princess Froninier is indeed one of the beauties among tens of millions, and the celestial race is beautiful both male and female, however, women will never be as slender and soft as the beauty of the Drew race, which is pitiful.

He knew that Froninier was unwilling, but in the future, he would let her know that he was worth her effort.

Froninier glanced at him faintly, this person, caught her off guard, forced her to postpone the coronation for a year, he was just a bulge. What she hates is the driving force behind him - the Rotlu tribe.

Flonnenier's gaze swept to the VIP seat next to her, and when she saw the corners of Sha Ling's lips slightly lifted, she couldn't help but have a moving light in her eyes.

However, unexpectedly, it was not Sha Ling who stood up.

Hua Xiangrong's voice sounded: "I'm sorry, I think, you are not qualified to be the princess of Princess Froninelle, Michale Kester. ”

While speaking, Hua Xiangrong had already walked out of the VIP seat, walked down the steps, and walked down step by step.

He was wearing a silver wide robe, the robe only had a button on the shoulder, but this button was inlaid with a huge gemstone, at first glance the robe was simple and abnormal, without a little pattern, but as he walked, under the reflection of the light, he could see that the fabric was actually a large cluster of gorgeous and complex flowers, which was extremely rare.

The robe reached to the knees, revealing the boots on his feet, black and inlaid with countless silver silk curly vine patterns, delicate and gorgeous.

The long dark green hair, like a waterfall, is like a waterfall, silky like satin, and people can't help but want to reach out and touch it.

He walked down like this, like a cloud drifting by, calmly and elegantly. Everywhere he went, the sound stopped abruptly.

When, in the Dru clan, such a stunning boy appeared?

Even Migal Kester's pupils were dilated, and he couldn't hide the shock in his heart.

Walking to the front of the stage, Hua Xiangrong reached out and untied the robe, and threw it back, in the robe, he was wearing a strong suit, a tight sleeveless top with a vertical collar, the fabric was silver inlaid with dark lines, and the neckline was a complex light green pattern. A wide belt girdles the waist, and a short sword is pinned to the waist.

Wearing a silver armband and bracer on his naked left arm, tight silver trousers, and short boots, he is an elf who came out of the jungle, vigorous, light, elegant and noble.

Hua Xiangrong and Migal Kester stand face to face.

Hua Xiangrong The young man's body is stretching the toughness of a man, but it has the unique flexibility and agility of a minor, the corners of his lips are lightly hooked, a shallow smile, as if with a little naughtiness, but it is like a spring breeze, so that the audience all smiles.

Just at a glance, the hearts of all the Dru people fell to Hua Xiangrong.

"I challenge you. Hua Xiangrong said softly.

"Good!!" the audience stood up and applauded. (To be continued......)