Fantasy: Please Don’t Take My Chance Again

(The content of the previous chapter is in yesterday's chapter, just refresh it again)

There was no sound in the field, so the geniuses looked at each other with ugly faces.

Prince Ghost Ling is too arrogant, but his strength is shocking.

As strong as Beichen Tianshu, even the profound meaning of martial arts has been displayed, and they have all been defeated. How can they match it.

Seeing this, Prince Ghost Ling became even more arrogant, releasing all the resentment and unwillingness that had been squeezed in his heart for many years at this moment.

He took a step forward and looked at the two gold lists not far in front of him.

"Hidden Dragon Ranking, True Dragon Ranking..."

Strong jealousy came out from Prince Ghost Ling's eyes, he sneered, and said disdainfully: "Even if Gu Xuan Ji Lingsheng is here, my Prince Ghost Ling can still beat them to the ground.

It's just a bunch of lucky trash... trash!"

The ghost prince slandered the Tianjiao on the gold list so much, which made many southern geniuses angry and glared at him.

But he just dared to be angry but didn't dare to speak.

The ghost prince is too strong, if nothing else, he must be the leader of this year's genius battle, no one can beat him at 13.

"You are trash!"

Suddenly, at this moment, an angry voice sounded.

Everyone was startled by this sudden voice, and even Prince Ghost Ling's rampant laughter stopped abruptly.

Everyone followed the reputation.

I saw a young man holding a long knife glaring at Prince Ghost Ling.

The young man's eyes spewed fire, and he held the handle of the knife tightly with his right hand and pointed it at Prince Ghost Ling, as if he had been greatly insulted, and he was about to draw the knife out of its sheath at any time.

"Not even Xuan Dan?"

Prince Ghost Ling saw the boy's Cultivation Base clearly, his expression was startled, and his expression quickly became weird.

"Boy, who are you?"

"Gu Xuan is my master. When my master was in the Southern Territory, you didn't even dare to fart in front of him. Now that he has gone to Zhongzhou, all the defeated clowns have come out...

I bother!"

Yan Shaoyang spit out a mouthful of saliva, his face full of contempt and disdain.

Only then did everyone know the identity of the boy.

"It turns out that this son turned out to be that one's disciple, no wonder

Prince Ghost Ling's face turned black with anger at Yan Shaoyang's words, his whole body trembled, and suddenly let out a sharp roar.

"Boy, you are courting death!"

An incomparably violent attack was launched from the hands of Prince Ghost Ling.

Yan Shaoyang looked nervous, and was about to draw his saber, but there were shots from the left and right, blocking all the attacks.

Three Daoist shadows stood in front of Yan Shaoyang.

Yan Shaoyang was taken aback, and subconsciously said: "Aunt You"

"Stinky boy, it's not your turn to protect the name of your master..."

You Yue said lightly, then looked at Prince Ghost Ling and said coldly: "Insulting my name as King Genzuki of the Yin Moon Dynasty, damn it!"

In an instant, You Yue, Xie Tianyi and You Ying rushed out together.

The three of them formed a triangle and joined forces to besiege Prince Ling.

"Good job! Humph..."

Prince Ghost Ling sneered, showing no sign of weakness, and the four quickly fought together.

The scene suddenly became chaotic.

In the stands, several Wangjing experts who were in charge of hosting the genius battle frowned.

"Nonsense, what does it look like

An old prince from the Nine Huang Dynasty, a strong king, snorted coldly, and suddenly appeared above the field in a flash.

"Stop it all, old man!"

The coercion of a powerful king was crushed down like a sky crashing.

The ghost prince You Yue and the others below changed their expressions slightly, and they all stopped.

The old prince looked cold, and said: "If you have any personal grievances, you can settle them yourself after leaving the city after the end. Since you have entered the ring, you have to follow the rules of the ring..."

Just when the old prince was halfway through speaking, a strange ripple suddenly appeared in the void.

The old prince's face suddenly changed, and he subconsciously looked in one direction.

He just wanted to make a move to resist, but his head seemed to be attacked by an invisible force, his whole body trembled violently, and he fell directly from midair.

"what?!"

In an instant, the audience was shocked.

Several King Realm powerhouses in the stands disappeared almost at the same time, and appeared in the field in an instant.

Several powerful and incomparable King Realm coercion were intertwined together, sealing off the entire venue, giving countless people a feeling of suffocation.

"There...someone..."

The old prince who fell from mid-air had a face as white as paper, his eyes were dim, and he was half lying on the ground tremblingly speaking a few words.

Everyone was stunned.

The brain didn't even react.

What the hell is going on?

Suddenly, one of the King Realm experts was seriously injured. What happened?

A strong man in the King Realm had an ugly face, and his powerful spiritual thoughts swept all directions, and he scolded: "He Fangxiao is young, hides his head and shows his tail, and comes out to fight if he has the ability..."

The sound was rolling, like thunder.

But the hearts of several kings are not easy.

The old prince of the Nine Yellow Dynasty is a serious King Realm powerhouse, and his strength is almost the same as them.

But they were seriously injured by a sneak attack, and they haven't even found the location of the sneak attack until now, and they don't know what method the other party used.

"chi chi chi..."

At this time, the surrounding princes suddenly laughed strangely.

I saw him step back a few steps, and said loudly with a ferocious expression: "Today, everyone present, no one can escape!"

After finishing speaking, Prince Ghost Ling turned around, facing the two men in black robes who came with him just now, knelt down respectfully, kowtowed and said: "Welcome the envoy!"

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the two men in black robes rose into the air.

Facing each other with several great southern kings, he took off his hood, revealing two strange faces that seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

"You did a good job, Ghost, after 107 of this matter, you are eligible to officially join our Nether Realm."

One of the pale-faced men in black robes said to Prince Ghost Ling condescendingly.

"Thank you Messenger! Thank you Messenger!"

Prince Ghost Ling had a frenzied expression on his face, and he kowtowed wildly with excitement.

Everyone was shocked, the situation changed too fast.

No one knew what the identity and purpose of the ghostly envoy that the Ghost Prince was talking about was.

"What do you two mean? But you want to be our enemy?"

A Wang Jing said with a sullen face.

The man in black glanced at him, then suddenly smiled and said, "An enemy? Are you worthy?"

As he spoke, he casually shot a black light towards the King Realm.

The Eight Kingdoms rushed to resist.

But before it came into contact with the black light, the latter spewed out a mouthful of blood as if he had been hit hard.

Just like the old prince before, he was directly seriously injured and fell from mid-air.

"what?!"

The remaining King Realm powerhouses were shocked, and the eyes of the two men in black robes were filled with fear.

As king realm powerhouses, they belong to the top combat power of the pyramid in the entire southern region.

But under the hands of these two people, they are like chickens and dogs, let alone fighting, they can't even resist.

How could they accept this? For a while, the state of mind of the king who had been for hundreds of years was a little shaken. .