hey i want you to be king

The elf girl looked at Fan Muer with a sweet smile: "Master Samurai, the chairman's bet has been placed, and the slave rights of human slaves, Mr. Samurai must be able to afford the bet."

Fan Muer laughed, and proudly said: "I'm betting on slavery too. Hmph, no matter how famous the president is, human beings are human after all. If you lose at that time, don't regret it!"

Qi Tian grinned coldly, ignored Fan Muer, stepped on the magic circle and fell back to Bai Qianyan, and said softly, "Uncle, it's up to you."

Bai Qianyan raised his hand belatedly: "Wait...slavery isn't ownership right..."

"Correct."

"I-fuck-you! You just sold me out so quietly!" Bai Qianyan was in a hurry. It's one thing to be kicked out of the city if you lose. Although Qi Tian is a little bastard, as a master at least Never humiliated him.But if the ownership falls into the hands of that bald man, Bai Qianyan is sure that he will die a miserable death - you must know that this bald warrior was the first person to sneak attack Bai Qianyan in Fansaimu, and he even licked his neck!The first time I put this guy was completely unprepared, but the situation is different now!

Bai Qianyan blushed angrily, her eyes were bloodshot, she was really anxious.

When Qi Tian saw him, he inexplicably felt a little distressed.

He sighed, then suddenly reached out to grab Bai Qianyan's chin, and dragged Bai Qianyan's face in front of him.This posture puts Bai Qianyan in a visual disadvantage all of a sudden, but Qi Tian is not domineering, but calm like a king.He smiled at Bai Qianyan, very gentle, not like a boy's smile.

Seeing Qi Tian's smile like this, Bai Qianyan suddenly felt his flustered heart drop to the ground and stabilized.

Qi Tian looked into Bai Qianyan's eyes and said firmly, "Uncle, you will win."

Bai Qianyan took a deep breath, his heartbeat slowly returned to calm, and he slapped Qi Tian's hand away.Pretending to be vicious and cursing: "I will write down this account for you, if you don't show off your power, treat me as a sick cat!"

Although I know you are comforting me, uncle's face is also very important.This is where Uncle Bai is awkward.

Qi Tian touched the tip of his nose and smiled happily: It doesn't look like a sick cat, but it looks like a cat with fried hair.

"I'll go and wait. You won. I will arrange for you to go to Feifameng for the assessment in a few days."

"It's a deal!" Bai Qianyan thought of his future city lord's wife when he heard Fei Fameng, and when he thought of his daughter-in-law, he immediately became ambitious—to win, to win!

Two and ten minutes later, the duel began.

That dark elf, Cui Yi, waved its black translucent wings and flew up to the suspended arena.The staring Bai Qianyan was lifted up by the elf girl with a magic circle.

When we got to the arena, the surrounding lights dimmed.The roof directly facing the ring turned transparent and then disappeared, exposing them to the sunlight.When facing a high place, a duel ring, even a man would be excited.

But Bai Qianyan did not.

Not because of fear, but...he looked at Cui Yi in front of him: he was still holding that dagger, and his face was still dirty.His hair was even more disheveled, almost covering his face, and the clothes were still the same as yesterday, and the dilapidated parts had not been mended, and it seemed that they had not been changed at all.

Although he knew the status of a slave, maybe there was Qi Tian's standard for him here, so seeing Cui Yi appearing like this, Bai Qianyan frowned.

Cui Yi didn't move, just stood there like a marionette.

The elf girl was already counting down, Bai Qianyan thought about it, and started to prepare: he held the short sword and dagger in both hands, instead of the usual blade facing forward, the blade was holding the handle toward the arm; he moved forward with one hand, With one hand slightly behind, he took a step and squatted his body, which looked more like a defensive posture than an offensive (gong).

The duel begins with the sound of a bell.

At the same time as the bell rang, Cui Yi had disappeared.The speed is much slower than yesterday.

Bai Qianyan held his breath, and when he noticed a slight sound of breaking through the air, he suddenly opened his body to the left. The clothes on the left ribs were still cut, revealing the soft armor inside.

Immediately afterwards, Bai Qianyan raised his left hand.

"Chong--!"

The sound of iron clashing sounded, Cui Yi stood in front of Bai Qianyan, the dagger in his hand was pressing on the blade behind Bai Qianyan's arm.

One blow failed, Cui Yi sharply jumped back, preparing for the next attack.

But Qi Tian in the auditorium's eyes lit up, and the corners of his mouth twitched happily: Although it was just a single movement, Bai Qianyan's swift and stern expression had already caught his eyes.

Sure enough, the uncle was hiding something.

On the arena, the sound of swords colliding rang out frequently, but no one was hurt.

The audience's emotions also rose, they thought that the result was that Cui Yi killed Bai Qianyan in an instant.But now it seems that this is not the case at all: Cui Yi's movements are fast, but Bai Qianyan's movements are not slow, and his movements are even strong enough to compete with warriors.

The competition in the ring lasted for 1 minute, and the emotions of the audience were raised to a high point.

In the next second, the stalemate was interrupted.

Cui Yi came up with another melee attack, Bai Qianyan narrowed his eyes, slid his backhand against Cui Yi's arm, then buckled his elbow, clamping Cui Yi's arm, the blade of his right hand quickly spun around in the palm of his hand , changed into a holding posture with the blade in front, and then he slammed into Cui Yi's side with the blade.

"Ah!" Cui Yi screamed, took a step back and then jumped back two steps to move a little further away from Bai Qianyan.He staggered and half knelt on the ground, clutching his side waist, the hand holding the dagger was even trembling.

Bai Qianyan did not continue to attack (gong), but stopped there.This move caused dissatisfaction among many spectators, who roared loudly.

Bai Qianyan didn't care, but looked at Cuiyi and said, "You admit defeat."

There is no comparison: Cuiyi was injured by the city lord yesterday and has not recovered at all. Just now, Bai Qianyan didn’t use all his strength, Cuiyi hurt like this, it must be because of his rib injury yesterday, and Fan Muer didn’t give him Medical treatment resulted in a worsening of the injury.

After hearing Bai Qianyan's words, Cuiyi didn't move or speak.

Bai Qianyan frowned again, and rushed forward holding two daggers.Cui Yi tipped his toes, flapped his wings and retreated, but after flying two steps, his body suddenly shook, and then fell from mid-air.

Landing at Bai Qianyan's feet, Bai Qianyan turned sideways, raised his leg, turned around and kicked Cuiyi's leg.Cui Yi screamed again, lying on the ground and struggling to stand up.

Only then did Bai Qianyan stop, with a cold tone: "Admit defeat, you don't have to work hard. It's not fair to you."

Cui Yi raised her head, her eyes were gray in the sun, but they had a luster like jade, very beautiful eyes.But inside was unwillingness, anger, and humiliation.

"what--!"

Cui Yi suddenly clutched her chest and screamed, blood flowed from her nostrils, dripping on the ring.

Bai Qianyan was taken aback for a moment, but turned his head to look at the audience. Where Fan Muer was, he saw Fan Muer's raised finger—this is the master's constraint on the slave.Bai Qianyan had experienced it, but Qi Tian had never let him suffer such a serious injury (shang).

asshole!

Bai Qianyan was so angry that he turned around and was about to jump off the ring with his sword in hand, but at this moment, he felt the sound of wind piercing through the air in his ears.At the same time as the body instinctively turned sideways, the ball in the pocket jumped out, and a fireball sprayed towards Cui Yi who suddenly attacked.In an instant, Bai Qianyan fell backwards, and in a haste he turned sideways with his hands on the ground, avoiding Cuiyi's dagger.

Cui Yi failed to make a surprise attack, but he was already holding on to the pillars beside the ring unsteadily, panting in pain, the corners of his mouth and nose were filled with blood, and his eyes were full of grief.

Bai Qianyan only felt a sharp pain in his wrist, probably because he twisted it just now.

But he knew that Cui Yi was more uncomfortable (shou) than him.

Bai Qianyan couldn't deny that he had a soft heart, probably because he was a soldier, he hated such unfair things the most.Seeing Cuiyi's eyes, the anger in Bai Qianyan's heart almost burned his reason.

And at this moment, a loud noise suddenly exploded behind him.

The icy cold air turned into a white mist, and the violent wind from the explosion hurt the skin.The smoke from the explosion formed a cloud of mist in the air, and the bottom layer was constantly falling with crushed snow and frost.There was an uproar in the arena, and then dead silence.

Bai Qianyan was startled, and then turned around abruptly.

He saw the clouds and mist in the sky gradually dissipate, and then he saw Qi Tian: Qi Tian Lingkong stood on top of a silver-white circular magic circle, raised his right hand straight forward, and twirled a smaller circular magic circle in the palm of his hand .And those smokes centered on Qitian and spread to the side.

It was Qi Tian who blocked some attack, and it was obvious that this attack was aimed at Bai Qianyan.

Bai Qianyan stood up, and looked directly at Fan Muer's position coldly - in the crowd, Mu Sai and members of the guild had already caught Fan Muer, and at Fan Muer's feet, there was an ice and snow dancer The water magic scroll is a fourth-order magic, if it hits Bai Qianyan, Bai Qianyan will definitely die.

Qi Tian put down his hands, no smile on his face.

"Musai, cripple his hand and throw him out of the city."

Bai Qianyan couldn't see Qi Tian's face, but when he heard Qi Tian's voice, he was indifferent and aloof like never before, as if he was the king who ruled the world.

This kind of momentum was not at all like the Qi Tian that Bai Qianyan knew.

But in the next second, Qi Tian turned his head, with an abusive smile again: "Uncle, are you scared?"

... The self who thought Qi Tian was handsome just now, really go to hell!

Bai Qianyan was not in the mood to talk to him, and only asked in a deep voice, "How do you count this duel?"

"The owner of the other party attempted to sneak attack, and they lost."

Bai Qianyan frowned: "The slavery of Cuiyi..."

"It's in my hands." Qi Tian frowned slightly: "Uncle, at least I saved you, so what should you say to me?"

"Yes, thank you very much." Knowing that the slavery was not in the hands of that scum, Bai Qianyan's anger subsided a lot.He nodded perfunctorily to Qi Tian, ​​and then walked up to Cui Yi.

Cuiyi had completely passed out on the ground, Bai Qianyan probed his nose and forehead: alive, but with a high fever.

Qi Tian stared at Bai Qianyan's hand for a moment, then frowned: "Uncle, come here."

Bai Qianyan pouted, but still walked over: "He's seriously injured, I'd better take him out to see a doctor... Hiss!"

Qi Tian suddenly pinched the sprained wrist, Bai Qianyan grinned in pain.

"I-fuck! Take it easy!" As he said that, he stretched out his hand and "slapped" Qi Tian's hand away.

Qi Tian's face darkened, and he said, "Uncle, should I remind you that I am your master?"

Bai Qianyan: "..."

Qi Tian spread his hand in front of Bai Qianyan, and Bai Qianyan obediently handed his injured hand to Qi Tian's palm.