This Prince Consort Is No Pushover!

"Zhong Ling is a general of motorcycles. If he wins, he will be promoted three levels in a row. I'm afraid he can match you and me!"

"Not only that, if he is outstanding in this competition and can win the championship, I'm afraid he will be treated differently by the emperor. Maybe he will be recruited by the emperor as the son-in-law of the dragon!"

"Then I don't know which Princess he will be!"

"He has been admiring our six princesses. Once he wins the championship, I'm afraid he will ask the emperor to marry the six princesses."

"How dare he! If he dare to mention it, I will kill him! Besides, there are so many experts on it that he may not win the championship. Even if he wins the championship, he is not qualified to ask my father, and there is no such precedent. You generals should not speculate Hear these words, wind Qin cold voice way.

She knows what Zhong Ling thinks of her. She doesn't like Zhong Ling and doesn't want Zhong Ling to be her son-in-law.

As soon as the generals listen, please look at me and I'll look at you. Shut up and stop talking.

Fengwu sneers, "Fengqin, no one has mentioned it, doesn't mean it can't be mentioned. You have to be careful. Zhong Ling likes you so much. If he really wins the championship and asks his father to marry you, it's funny! "

The wind Qin is impatient cold voice, "impossible, I don't like him at all. My father likes me so much. He will certainly respect my opinion and will not marry me to someone I don't like! "

"We'll see." The wind dances coldly.

Now, Fengqin's heart has fallen to the bottom. She doesn't want to marry Zhongling.

Chu Xuan Chen light saw breeze Qin one eye, didn't speak.

It takes a long time for the promotion system to play. After watching it for an hour, everyone sat down with backache one after another. Someone rushed to serve tea and snacks to the princess and the generals.

Finally, three hours later, when everyone was about to fall asleep, a burst of cheers came from the audience, "great, general Zhong Ling and Chen Tongling have reached the finals!"

"It's the final? Zhong Ling deserves to be a master. The princess is right. He can really make it to the final Wind dance drinking tea, smile at the wind Qin.

Feng Qin's face was gloomy, "what about going to the final? You don't have to win the championship

"If you get to the final, you have half the chance to win. Chen Tongling's martial arts are not as advanced as Zhong Ling. I'm sure Zhong Ling is the champion. " At this point, the wind dance is a proud face, "Feng Qin, Zhong Ling so adore you, you have to be ready to marry!"

Feng Qin's face was cold and stiff, and his right hand firmly grasped the arm of the chair. "Sister Huang still cares about herself first. You don't have to worry about my affairs!"

"Here we go! It's starting to fight At this time, bursts of cheers came from the audience.

As soon as we arrived at the final, everyone was awakened from their drowsiness, and everyone was staring excitedly at the competition field, wondering who the champion was.

As soon as the fight started, Zhong Ling attacked commander Chen. He was fierce and fierce. His eyes were gloomy and his face was calm and confident.

At the beginning, Chen Tongling was able to make dozens of moves with him. Gradually, Chen Tongling fell behind and was no longer his opponent.

All of a sudden, Zhong Ling's eyes sank, his eyes were cold, and his eyes were full of murders. He slapped Chen Tongling hard, and directly flew him to the competition platform.

With a bang, Chen Tongling hit the ground heavily and spat out a mouthful of blood, as if he had been seriously injured.

Immediately someone cheered: "general Zhong won, general Zhong won!"