The mad son-in-law of the city, God of War

Chapter 968 Today's defeat, I accept!
In terms of the superficial realm, Zhang Wenyuan is only the first-tier emperor of the Shenqiao Realm, while the prince of Beiming Saligaya is the second-tier emperor, so in terms of realm, Zhang Wenyuan is much weaker. Of course, this kind of arrogance Level battles, sometimes you can't just look at the realm.

After all, realm is only one aspect, especially for a guy like Zhang Wenyuan who has the ancient nine-turn technique, he is often able to perform super-level battles.

Although Saligya was severely injured by Ye Feng's sword in yesterday's competition and passed out, he has fully recovered after one night, and even faintly improved his cultivation. It seems that It was something gained from yesterday's competition.

"Human kid surnamed Zhang, I'm very happy that you can choose me as your opponent. To thank you, I won't talk to you anymore, and I will directly attack with all my strength!"

After finishing speaking, Saligya pinched his hands to activate the fusion bloodline, and his breath also skyrocketed at this time, directly climbing from the original second-tier emperor to the third-tier level, and his combat power naturally soared.

Zhang Wenyuan sighed and said: "The competition has continued until today, and everyone's hole cards are basically clear. In this case, I will not hold back any more. My goal is to enter the top six. As long as I can beat you, my goal is Reached!"

"Beat me, what are you kidding? If you say that Ye Feng is a human kid, he is the leader of the human race after all, so what are you!" Beiming prince Saligaya sneered, his face full of words. The color of disdain.

Zhang Wenyuan shook his head and was too lazy to talk to him again. Immediately, he pinched an ancient seal with both hands, and at the same time shouted coldly.

"Nine-turn technique, open, one turn!"

"Second turn!"

"Three turns!"

……

"Eight turns!"

"Nine turns fully open!"

In one breath, Zhang Wenyuan turned on the ancient nine-turn technique to the maximum. In an instant, the entire arena surged with no wind, and even the clouds above his head were billowed by the sudden surge of momentum.

At this moment, Zhang Wenyuan's aura was also rising steadily, directly breaking through from the first-tier emperor to the second-tier, and then from the second to the third-tier, and finally reached the level of the fourth-tier emperor.

Many barbarians around saw this and exclaimed again, with shock on their faces.

"Damn it, Zhang Wenyuan, a human kid, is actually... so powerful, his Nine-turn technique is too powerful, and he has directly increased three small realms to reach the level of a fourth-order emperor. This is simply too much!" It's against the sky!"

"Yes, it is indeed very powerful. This level of combat power is enough to be called a top talent. I don't know if Prince Beiming can defeat him!"

"It's hard to say, after all, both sides are fourth-rank emperors, and it is said that Zhang Wenyuan, a human boy, practiced the nine-turn technique in ancient legends. His physical body is very powerful, not weaker than our barbarians!"

Buglin, the prince of the Dune Empire, has been staring at Zhang Wenyuan. Obviously, he is also very curious and concerned about this legendary nine-turn technique. He also had to sigh: "This nine-turn technique is really miraculous, really powerful!"

At the same time, Lan Puweisi, the top arrogance of the Arctic Academy, nodded and said: "It is indeed very powerful, but it is a pity that Zhang Wenyuan's cultivation base is still a little lower, and his foundation is too shallow. If he is allowed to practice When we reach the third-tier emperor like us, I'm afraid that even I may not be his opponent!"

The eldest prince Bu Gelin also nodded and said: "This guy surnamed Zhang and Ye Feng should be one of the most talented people in the human race, and it is natural to have strong talents, even if the human world is smaller than our magic power." The world is weak, but there will always be one or two monsters."

"That's the truth!" Lampweiss, the top arrogance of the Arctic Academy, nodded slightly.

Although they are of different races, and they are likely to be competitors in the future, there is no jealousy and rejection in the eyes of Buglin and Lampweis.

In fact, with their talents and their cultivation to the present state, neither the will nor the pattern of mind can be compared with the ordinary force barbarians. For them, many things are often beyond the prejudices between races, and this is also the reason. The reason why they can truly accept Ye Feng and others.

Besides, on the stage, Saligya, the prince of Beiming, doesn’t have the same heart and mind as the eldest prince Buglin and Lampweis. It is absolutely impossible to be my opponent, you will definitely lose today!"

Let's talk, Saligya rushed out madly, and Zhang Wenyuan rushed forward when he saw it.

After practicing the Ninth Revolution, Zhang Wenyuan's physical body is also extremely powerful, not weaker than the barbarians at all, not to mention that now that he has activated the Ninth Revolution, the strength of the physical body is even more terrifying, so he even has his own magic weapon. No guns were used.

In just a split second, the two sides were fighting together, the entire ring was shaking non-stop, the surrounding guardian formations were shaken one after another, and there were bursts of bangs on the ring, which showed the fierceness of the two of them fighting.

For a battle of this level, each punch possesses immense power, even the space is slightly distorted, and the speed is unbelievably fast. As long as the surrounding barbarians have a slightly lower cultivation base, It was impossible to see the figures of the two people clearly.

Therefore, in the eyes of many barbarians, the two sides were constantly moving up, down, left, and right to fight fiercely. As for the specific situation, they didn't have the ability to see clearly.

In fact, the confrontation did not last long, and suddenly there was a loud bang!
The Prince of Beiming, Saligya, suddenly flew straight upside down, and landed on the ground as hard as yesterday, spitting blood on the spot.

At this time, everyone could see clearly that the left half of Prince Beiming's chest had almost collapsed, and it seemed that he had suffered severe injuries from a punch.

Although he wouldn't pass out on the spot like yesterday, the situation of Prince Sally Geya of Beiming is also not much better at this moment. It seems that he has almost lost his combat effectiveness.

"Why...why, yesterday I was defeated by Ye Feng, and today I was defeated by Zhang Wenyuan, and I lost twice to the Human Race kid. This is simply... a great shame, a shame!"

The Prince of Beiming, Saligya, fell to the ground, gritted his teeth and roared. The roar was so loud that many barbarians around him were stunned. It was completely unexpected that the majestic Prince of Beiming would roar in such a hysterical way.

But it's normal to think about it carefully. After all, the prince of Beiming, like Saligya, has always been used to being superior, and he is very arrogant in his bones. Naturally, he looks down on the human race. After all, in their view, the human race is humbler.

But now that he is placed in the hands of the human race he despises one after another, it is conceivable how mad and broken Prince Beiming's emotions are.

However, although Zhang Wenyuan punched his opponent away, his own condition was not much better. At this moment, his complexion was as pale as paper, and his nose was panting like a cow. It seemed that the confrontation just now was also a great loss to him.

However, Zhang Wenyuan was still suspended in mid-air, looked down at Saligya from a high position, and hummed faintly: "Prince Beiming, if you are not convinced, you can stand up and fight again, and I, Zhang Wenyuan, will accompany you to the end!"

Saligya originally wanted to struggle to stand up, but just as he got up, he suddenly fell down again. This time he couldn't struggle to get up again, until the referee counted from one to ten, even though he was unwilling And angry, but still lying on the ground like a dead dog.

"I lost. I lost. The most outstanding Tianjiao of my generation in the Northern Ming Dynasty lost. I didn't even make it to the top six. Why am I so useless? I really am useless!"

After Saligya finished speaking, his whole body seemed to slump like a deflated balloon. It seemed that he had completely lost his combat effectiveness, and even lost all his self-confidence.

Seeing this, Zhang Wenyuan couldn't help but shook his head and said: "Victory and defeat are commonplace in military affairs. A real strong man never judges a hero based on a momentary victory or defeat. What I can tell you is that from the time I knew Ye Feng to the present, I have not once I have surpassed him, but I never admit defeat, I have always been trying to find ways to catch up, and it is precisely because of this spirit that I can achieve today's cultivation."

"I've finished my words, I hope you can take care of yourself!" Zhang Wenyuan turned around and swept off the ring after finishing speaking.

After hearing these words, Saligya, who had completely lost his fighting spirit, suddenly regained color in his absent-minded eyes, and couldn't help saying: "You're right, don't judge a hero by temporary success or failure. Although I lost today, But if I win back tomorrow or even in the future, I will still be a real strong man at that time!"

Having said that, Saligya finally plucked up the strength to stand up, bowed in Zhang Wenyuan's direction, and immediately said: "Thank you, today's defeat, I accept!"

After speaking, he staggered and walked down the ring step by step.

Seeing this, Ye Feng couldn't help but nodded in relief and said: "From this point of view, among the arrogance of the powerful barbarians, not all of them are blind and arrogant."

Hearing this sentence, Bruyesen couldn't help laughing: "Brother Ye, are you saying that I am blind and arrogant?"

Ye Feng jokingly said: "I'm really talking about you, but Brother Yesen has the capital to be arrogant."

Bruinsen laughed and said, "Damn, I didn't expect that you would also bury people!"

While speaking, Zhang Wenyuan had returned to his original position, Ye Feng and Bruce Yesen clasped their hands at the same time and said: "Congratulations, brother Wenyuan, you are the first to enter the top six!"

Zhang Wenyuan waved his hands and said with a bitter smile: "It's a fluke to win, I need to sit down and adjust my breath for a while, I'll see you next!"

At this moment, the referee's voice sounded: "The second free challenge is now!"

As soon as his voice fell, Turgenev immediately stood up and said: "I want to challenge Ye Feng, the human race!"

Natura Jimei also stood up and said, "I want to challenge Ye Feng!"

"And me, I want to challenge the human race Ye Feng!" Gu Dao Tiantong, the prince of the Guqiu Empire, said immediately.

Musi Yuli, the son of the Prime Minister of the Dune Empire, also said loudly: "I want to challenge Ye Feng, the human race!"

Many barbarians are no strangers to this, and they didn't even make any uproar.

The referee said: "According to the rules and conventions of the big competition, if there are more than two or more challengers, the challenged has the right to reverse the election. Ye Feng, the human race, you can choose one of the four of them as your round." opponent!"

Ye Feng directly locked his eyes on Musi Yuli, the son of the Chancellor of the Dune Empire, and immediately said: "I choose him, Musi Yuri, the son of the Chancellor of the Dune Empire!"

As soon as Mu Siyouli heard his name, he laughed immediately, and at the same time couldn't help but sighed: "Thank you, Your Excellency Ye Feng!"

As for that Turgenev, seeing that the other party did not choose him, he couldn't help stomping his feet angrily: "You coward surnamed Ye, you are a coward, why don't you dare to choose me?"

Gudao Tiantong, the prince of the Guqiu Empire, also said: "Ye Feng, you can think about it again. Although I haven't made a move until now, I'm not very strong. You can choose me. Really, please choose me!"

Because the six winners in the previous round, except for Zhang Wenyuan and Ye Feng, the other four, whether it was Buglin, the academy's arrogance Lampweis, or Turawasu and Bruinsen, this The four guys are extremely difficult to mess with, and they don't want to challenge them.

So naturally, Ye Feng and Zhang Wenyuan became the favorites for their challenge, but after many challenges, the opponent can choose in reverse, so they are angry and hate, but Ye Feng does not choose them, they have nothing to do.

Ye Feng shook his head and smiled and said, "I'm sorry, I think Musi Youli is more pleasing to the eye, so I chose him. As for the ones who were not selected, don't worry, you can still choose the remaining four. Well."

"Relying on his grandma, do I really want to stop at the top six? I don't accept it, why is my luck so bad every time!" Turgenev cursed angrily.

In fact, Turgenev possesses the bloody magic weapon that has been handed down from generation to generation, and its combat power is extremely powerful, which can even be compared with Bruinsson. However, because the third round of draws was against a monster like Buglin, he had no choice but to lose.

It was precisely because of this defeat that he fell into a passive situation in the end. After all, this kind of challenge and anti-election is a bit unfavorable to him, but the rules are like this, and no one can destroy it. In fact, sometimes luck is also a part of strength.

"I'll be waiting for you on the ring!" Mu Siyuli, the son of the Prime Minister of Shaqiu Huang Kingdom, smiled slightly, and then moved to the ring.

Ye Feng also stopped talking nonsense, and quickly followed to the ring. As for those guys like Turgenev who are crazy, let them go crazy. They all knew that persimmons are easy to pinch. No more.

(End of this chapter)