Godly Dragon Guard

Originally, a large number of cultivators in the transformation stage were struggling to fight for the position of the horse.

For the young male monk of the Lianhua tribe, Princess Xian'er is as beautiful as a god, and everyone wants to marry her as his wife.

However, Prince Zifeng was the first to take the stage and said these words, which immediately extinguished the hope of those eager to try the monks.

There are not many monks of the Lianhua tribe, and all of them have a long life.

There are many cultivators in the Deity Transition stage in the clan, but there are not many cultivators in the Transition Stage that are under five thousand years old, and they are considered the most talented monks of the Lianhua Clan.

Fluttershy Gui is the ancient spirit species Snow Orchid Narcissus, and it was also the early stage of God transformation that broke through when he was three thousand years old.

Looking at the entire Lianhua tribe, there are less than five hundred monks in the transformation stage under the age of five thousand. Among these five hundred people, there are only more than fifty people whose cultivation is in the late stage of transforming gods.

This martial arts contest is equivalent to the competition of more than fifty monks in the transformation stage.

Zifeng is the first master of the Lianhua clan's young generation, and his life's supernatural powers are extremely powerful. There are almost no cultivators in the clan who can fight him.

Even if there are a few powerful elites who can play with Zifeng for more than a dozen rounds, they dare not play, for fear of touching Zifeng's brows.

Seeing no response from the scene, Zifeng couldn't help feeling a little impatient. This time he intends to show off his strength in the martial arts contest.

If no one dared to play, wouldn't you let your plan fall through?

Zifeng coughed and said loudly: "You may have heard of the strength of this prince, but don't the elites in the clan dare to fight against Zi?"

"I come!"

As soon as the voice fell, a young man in white at the back of the square rose to the sky and landed in the center of the ring.

The young man in white is not exactly Shen Lang.

Originally, Shen Lang didn't want to be so high-profile, so he decided to wait for Zi Feng to pretend to be forced to go up and slap her face. But he didn't expect the cultivator of the Lianhua Clan to be so awkward, and when he saw Zifeng playing, he didn't dare to let go.

In desperation, Shen Lang could only go to the ring with a high profile.

Seeing that Shen Lang really dared to play against him, Zi Feng was taken aback for a moment, and then he was ecstatic.

He had long wished to give this Wang Ba Lao a severe lesson, but he didn't expect that Wang Ba Lao would come to the door by himself. This was simply great!

Few cultivators of the Lianhua tribe knew Shen Lang. Seeing Shen Lang suddenly coming onto the court, there was a commotion from the audience, and there was a lot of discussion.

"Huh? Who is this person?"

"Yeah, I don't seem to have seen him before."

"No, is there such a monk in the clan?"

Everyone off the court had never seen Shen Lang, all of them looked curious.

Although Shen Lang promised Empress Xuelan to join the Lianhua Clan, this matter was not publicized after all, so few Lianhua Clan monks knew about it.

The great elder Jiang Long remembered the sound transmission note sent to him by Empress Xuelan, his eyes lit up, and explained on his behalf: "This is the monk who joined our Lianhua Clan only recently, the name is Shen Lang. He has been living with foreigners before. So you may not know something. This son is already a member of our Lianhua clan, and meets the rules for martial arts competitions, so you don’t have to worry."

As soon as the words came out, the discussion outside the court gradually subsided, and the doubts in my heart also disappeared.

"Isn't it funny to be a cultivator in the middle stage of transforming a god?"

"That is, this newcomer is too ignorant of the heights!"

"It's okay to let the prince frustrate his spirit."

The monks outside the court were very unhappy about Shen Lang.

On the ring.

Zifeng sneered with a joking look: "Friend Shen Daoist, in fact, this prince does not want you to be my opponent. You must be self-knowledge in everything. With your cultivation level, you also want to compete with Princess Xian'er, for fear of doing nothing. dream!"

Shen Lang grinned and said: "Why so much nonsense. Since Shen has already played, please let him go, the prince, let me see what you can do."

Zifeng laughed frantically: "Okay! Okay! You have some courage, but the ring battle is regardless of life or death, and the prince has always been a bit heavy. If you accidentally beat you to a disability, or even kills... Don't blame me for being ruthless."

"With each other." Shen Lang replied blankly.

Before doing it, Zifeng glanced at Lan Xian'er in the front row of the stands. Seeing her expression seemed a little nervous, Zifeng was secretly happy.

If he brutally tortured Shen Lang in front of Lan Xian'er, Lan Xian'er would definitely be disappointed in Shen Lang, and would like him wholeheartedly by then.

Zifeng thought happily.

Lan Xian'er and Xiaodie both had a trace of tension on their faces off the court. Although Shen Lang himself was extremely confident in his own strength, they still had some concerns in their hearts.

Especially Lan Xian'er, she really didn't want to take Shen Lang's life as a bet if she had no choice.

Although Lan Xian'er knew that Shen Lang was very strong, but Zi Feng was not weak. With the body of the ancient spirit seed, coupled with the powerful natal magic powers, Shen Lang might face a bitter battle.

Things have reached this point, Lan Xian'er has no room for regrets, and can only pray silently for Shen Lang to win.

Seeing Shen Lang suddenly appearing in the distance, the Queen of Qi Jue frowned slightly.

Although Shen Lang's cultivation is not as good as Zi Feng, there seems to be some secret in this kid, even she can't see through. Empress Qi Jue had a vaguely bad premonition in her heart.

She didn't interrupt the arena, and simply continued watching.

"Prince, what are you doing in a daze? It feels like a shot, don't let me wait." Shen Lang said impatiently.

Zi Feng stopped YY, and said with a grim expression: "You don't know whether you live or die, this prince will do you well. Qijue Zihuo!"

With a violent shout, Zifeng's palms of both hands immediately burst out of purple fireballs. The fireballs swelled instantly and rose into the sky, transforming into two hundred-meter-long purple fire dragon phantoms.

The purple fire on the body of the purple fire dragon is extremely dense, far from being comparable to ordinary raging fire, and contains extremely terrifying power!

In order to show his great strength in front of Lan Xian'er, Zifeng decided to kill Shen Lang with the strongest blow.

"Roar!"

The two fire dragons let out a loud roar, and then rushed towards Shen Lang with lightning speed.

"Golden Blade Storm!"

Between the lightning and flint, Shen Lang opened his mouth and spouted a storm of gold blades.

A golden storm like a giant tornado hit the fire dragon.

"boom!!!"

The explosion sound is like a thunderbolt in a clear sky, and the purple flames and golden storms in the sky are intertwined for a long time.

A scorching air current swept all around, even if there was prohibition and resistance, the temperature in the entire square rose a lot.

In the center of the ring, the spar bricks on the ground turned red and hot.

This Zifeng's natal supernatural power Qijue Zihuo was indeed a bit fierce, and forcibly suppressed Shen Lang's golden blade storm. Shen Lang tried his best to open the amethyst wall and barely resisted the impact of the fire dragon.

Zi Feng was triumphant, he was very satisfied with his move. Even the cultivator in the later stage of the transformation is absolutely impossible to take over the Qijue Zihuo with his full strength, not to mention that Shen Lang, the Wang Ba Lao, was in the middle stage of the transformation.