Prehistoric: The first disciple of the sect

Chapter 1802 Using Secret Treasure Zhang Yan’s Crisis
  Zhang Yan's physical strength was a little exhausted, and his sword-drawing hand couldn't keep up with the reaction speed of his brain.

Zhang Yan had been careless several times and his hand was cut by Ao Lie's silver sword.

If he continues in this state of mind, Zhang Yan is afraid that he will hallucinate, so this final must either be resolved now or fight another day.

But now that Ao Lie has taken up arms again, there is no chance of fighting again in the future.

Ao Lie suddenly said: "Let's take a short break."

Upon hearing the request, General Crab immediately raised his sign and the gongs and drums started beating.

"Intermission."

"Ah."

Zhang Yan dusted himself off and walked off the court.

"Why is it over? Who wins?"

The crowd in the back row clearly did not receive the message on stage.

"It's not the end, there's no winner yet! It's just halftime."

Zhang Yan sat on the ground under the ring holding his God-killing Spear, gasping for air.

Ao Lie's sudden mention of rest could not be due to some conspiracy.

Zhang Yan frowned, the current situation was not conducive to his performance later.

How can we outwit Ao Lie? Zhang Yan has always been worried.

After passing the threshold of Ao Lie, the position of Prince of Beihai Dragon Palace fell to the ground.

On the other side, sit and rest in a specially arranged pavilion.

Ao Lie's body had been scratched by Zhang Yan.

Now the wound will be ripped open by any movement.

Ao Lie took out the red gift box that the old Dragon King gave him earlier and opened it.

There is a pill sitting there quietly.

Ao Lie couldn't wait any longer, so he picked up the pill and swallowed it.

Immediately sit upright and start adjusting your breath.

Ao Lie felt the pills melting in his body.

Ao Lie's whole body's internal energy was now burning, and his Dantian was burning hot.

It seems that the magical elixir given by his father has worked. Ao Lie raised his head and looked at Zhang Yan, who was still sitting on the ground thinking. He knew he had a chance to win.

"I definitely want this position as the Prince of Beihai!"

"No matter what the method is, I can only sit on that one! Others who are not qualified can be the dead souls of my silver sword!"

The time for rest was soon over.

The drums on the ring beat "dong dong dong" again.

The audience in the audience stretched their necks, this game should be able to determine the winner!
  Zhang Yan twisted his neck, hands and feet to avoid injury during a close fight.

"The game continues!"

As soon as Zhang Yang raised his God-killing Spear, Ao Lie rushed over.

I don't know if it was Zhang Yan's illusion, but he always felt that Ao Lie's speed was much faster than before.

He couldn't even catch up with him.

"Bang" sound.

Ao Lie's silver sword hit Zhang Yan's God-killing Spear.

Danger--

Such a warning immediately appeared in Zhang Yan's brain.

How to do?
  Zhang Yan couldn't let himself panic.

Now Ao Lie has obviously enhanced his skills.

The power and speed of drawing the sword are very different from before.

The wound that Zhang Yan had just rested and no longer hurt, was now stretched again due to large movements.

Zhang Yan's forehead was already covered with beads of sweat.

How could Ao Lie increase so much mana in such a short period of time?

Zhang Yan's brain was working rapidly. Ao Lie had taken the elixir to increase his power!

How could Zhang Yan be better than him like this?

Zhang Yan's self-confidence and confidence were hit.

(End of this chapter)