The Heaven Ladder

After a long time, the noisy crowd was quiet.

A flash of light flashed. At the most central position of the square, Beiming mastiff stood with his hands down. His soft eyes swept through the crowd and finally fixed on Xiao Yihan.

"What are brother Xiao waiting for?" the northern mastiff narrowed his eyes slightly and said with a light smile.

"Hahaha, I guess he's scared! I can't figure out why he let this kind of goods fight with brother mastiff!"

"Yes, brother mastiff, as the first genius of our Beiming country, who knows who doesn't know, can any cat or dog challenge?"

"Shh, you don't know. The boy's strength is actually terrible."

"Hum! When did you become so cowardly?"

"Tut tut Tut, it seems that the blood building has been too pampered over the years and has forgotten what blood is!"

People soon noticed Xiao Yihan along with the eyes of the Beiming mastiff, and the voices of discussion began one after another. However, most of them were the Royal people of the Beiming country mocking Xiao Yihan, and the people in the blood building seemed quite quiet.

Quietly looking at the Beiming mastiff, Xiao Yihan's mouth aroused a funny smile, got up slowly and walked quickly to the center of the square.

Through the induction of soul power, Xiao Yihan has seen through the cultivation of Beiming mastiff. Beiming mastiff, as a strong warrior in his thirties, is indeed a genius, but it looks inferior to Xiao Yihan.

"Brother Han, come on!" looking at Xiao Yihan in the middle of the square facing the Beiming mastiff, Mo linger tightly shook his jade hand and whispered.

Seeing Mo linger's beautiful eyes staring at Xiao Yihan, a cold color flashed in the eyes of the Beiming emperor. He thought today was his big day, but after so long observation, he found that this was not the case.

"Now that the contestants on both sides are ready, I'll read out the competition rules." I gently stroked my beard, and the old man shouted with a smile, "the competition rules are as follows: in the competition, the contestants on both sides can use any means, no matter life or death, only win or lose!"

"What! Life or death? This game is a little cruel!"

"Oh, that's just right. I've already seen that boy unhappy!"

"In that case, the boy is estimated to be finished. After all, this is the territory of Beiming country."

"Who says not! Although the boy is a little domineering, he is indeed a genius. It's a pity."

"What a pity? Hehe, this is his retribution!"

Hearing the old man's words, people talked one after another. Most people looked at Xiao Yihan with pity.

"Master! How can the rules be like this?" Mo linger frowned and said unhappily, looking at the indifferent blood devil ancestor.

Although she has full confidence in Xiao Yihan, as everyone thinks, this is the territory of Beiming country after all. Who knows what moths will appear on the way.

"It's all right, the game will be very fair." seeing Mo linger's pretty face full of worry, the old blood devil shook his head with a smile and gently stroked her head.

"Ha ha, I won't do it." hearing the words of the blood devil, the northern Ming emperor's face was cold and said with a sneer.

He is not a fool. The words of the blood devil ancestor seem to be comforting Mo linger, but in fact they are for him.

After hearing what the emperor of the northern underworld said, Mo linger gently breathed out, and his tightly held heart gradually relaxed.

"They all seem to think I will lose." hearing the discussion of the people around, Xiao Yihan reluctantly shook his head and said with a smile.

"No, no, no! They're wrong!" staring at Xiao Yihan with a smile, the Beiming mastiff secretly bit his teeth, flashed a cold killing intention in his eyes, and said in a deep voice, "you don't just lose! And... You'll die!"

"Oh? Then you should hold your head tightly, or it will break if I don't die." Xiao Yihan said with a relaxed smile, gently pulling out the bleeding moron.

"Hoo"

As soon as Xiao Yihan's voice fell, with a strong wind blowing, there was a strong vitality around the body of the Beiming mastiff, and a terrible killing intention constantly attacked him.

"Start the game!" seeing that the two were ready to go, the old man waved his hand fiercely and shouted.

"Kill him! The prince killed him!"

"Yes! Kill him! Cut off his head and kick it!"

"Bet! Bet! Come here if the prince wins, and go there if the boy wins!"

"I'm the prince! I'm the prince!"

"This group of people is enough!" glanced at the boiling crowd. Xiao Yihan smiled and shook his head. His tone was full of helplessness.

At this moment, a cold murderous spirit attacked him in an instant.

Suddenly turning his head, Xiao Yihan saw that the Beiming mastiff was rushing towards him with a grim smile. On his sword, an illusory purple black snake was winding quietly, the scarlet tongue was slowly huff and puff, and a pair of gloomy pupils like death stared at him.

From the surging vitality fluctuation, Xiao Yihan felt that the power of Beiming mastiff's attack was absolutely good.

"Hoo Hoo"

With the roar of gusts of wind, the Beiming mastiff has rushed to Xiao Yihan's face. Looking at his look of dementia, a crazy smile rises on the Beiming mastiff's face.

"Fighting with me, you dare to be distracted! It's just looking for death!" coldly looking at Xiao Yihan's motionless body, Beiming mastiff laughed, waved a sword and slashed it fiercely, "go to hell, bastard!"

"Boom"

The long sword crashed down, the poisonous snake danced, Xiao Yihan's body was instantly crushed, a roar sounded, and cracks were immediately opened on the ground.

"Click!"

He fiercely inserted the long sword into the ground. When Beiming mastiff saw that Xiao Yihan had completely turned into nothingness, a look of doubt flashed in his eyes. However, soon his face was filled with a proud smile.

"This... This is over?"

"Is this the so-called terrible genius of your blood building?"

"Hahaha! I thought it was a paper tiger!"

"Hehe, you'll know later."

Seeing this scene, the people of the blood building and the royal family immediately divided into two factions. The Royal people mocked and laughed one after another, but the people in the blood building were on the contrary, and the look on their faces was very complex.

"This boy is not simple!" looking at Xiao Yihan who suddenly disappeared in the square, Beiming emperor's eyebrows frowned tightly, turned and looked at the relaxed look on the face of the blood devil ancestor and Mo linger, which strengthened his inner thoughts.

"Old Sir! I think I should have won!" after waiting for a moment, the Beiming mastiff still didn't see Xiao Yihan, and hurried to the white haired old man on the second floor to hug his fist and laugh.

Hearing the words of Beiming mastiff, the old man flashed a trace of doubt in his eyes and couldn't help glancing at the blood demon ancestor not far away.

"Hehe, did you win?"

At this time, a sneer suddenly sounded behind the Beiming mastiff, tightening his already relaxed heart. Suddenly turning back, the pupils of the Beiming mastiff opened in an instant.

"You..." looking at the thick black dragon in the air, the Beiming mastiff felt that he had been shrouded by the murderous spirit. He gave a cry of surprise without hesitation and hurried to one side.

"Frog at the bottom of the well!"

Coldly glanced at the Beiming mastiff, and the black dragon turned into a dark shadow and disappeared in mid air.