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Seeing him like this, Wang Yan felt a little relieved, and his anger disappeared completely. In fact, as he said, this time he accompanied Nan Lian to the north to find relatives, and he was already in a traveling mentality, and wanted to be more low-key and not prepared to show off.

However, unexpectedly, the two-person men from the North Tigers provoked and mocked them all over the place when they were in trouble. Then they had no choice but to make a high-profile comeback again and again.

I had long seen that the tiger of the North was very unhappy. Under this circumstance, how could he save face for him?

Since it is an enemy, there is naturally no need to talk about his demeanor. If he seizes the opportunity, he has to trample on it. If Wang Yan leaves half a drop of treasures like the Ice Elemental Water for him, it is Wang Yan's failure.

As the saying goes, you won’t die if you don’t do it!

Anatoli's eyes were ashamed and manic as he almost swallowed Wang Yan in one bite. The huge sense of shame obliterated his reason and ignored the gap in strength between the two. His breath was sprayed with energy, like a toad that was about to explode.

"Son of Fire! You bully people too much, I will fight with you." Anatoli's bones crackled, and his whole body suddenly became powerful, ready to fight to the death.

Wang Yan narrowed his eyes and sneered. Since this tiger from the North wants to die, of course, to help him, at least he has to beat him half to death.

It was at this moment.

The high priest's deep voice sounded: "Stop."

"Entertainment Father!" Anatoly shook his whole body like epilepsy, and he looked back and roared, "The Son of Flame bullies me too much."

"Hmph!" The high priest snorted coldly, staring at Anatoli's whole body as if falling into an ice cellar, and he didn't dare to say more. Then he looked at Wang Yan and said, "Son of Flame, I apologize to you for Anatoli. Also, our Winter Gods have always been hospitality. Sometimes it is normal for young people to fight each other, not intentional offense. I hope that His Highness, Son of Flame, should not bother you and expose it."

Wang Yan's face was breeze, and his smile was bright and bright: "Since the high priest has spoken, I naturally have to give this face. However, I have to trouble the high priest to calculate how much money will Anatoli lose to me in this bet?"

The high priest's old face changed and he felt a little embarrassed: "It's better to forget it if you joke for a moment, right?"

Wang Yan's face suddenly became cold and he mocked: "How can a serious bet be revealed with a joke? If the people of the Winter Gods like to speak, I, the Son of Fire, would have accepted it."

"Son of Fire, don't be too much." The high priest's face collapsed a little, and a vast and gloomy aura spreads. As the high priest of the Winter God clan, whether it is power or strength, he is a member of the clan who can compete with the clan leader in both power and strength.

Looking around the world, they are all powerful at the level of a big boss.

"Why, do you want to use force to pay for your debt?" Wang Yan sneered, and the scorching aura of flames surged up on his body. Under the burning heat waves, the remaining ice aura around him was driven away.

The aura and majesty of the legendary-level powerful man in the flame system were fully revealed at this moment.

Yes, Wang Yan is also a serious legendary strongman. And so far, there have been as many as three legendary strongmen who died at his hands. With such a record, even when facing the unfathomable high priest of the Winter God clan, he was not afraid. He smiled confidently, "Even if that's the case, why should I save face with you? Come on, let me see how much you have the ability to be dependent on your debts."

At this time, Wang Yan had no longer any concerns about hindering Nan Lian from finding her relatives after he had married the goddess of winter. Naturally, he would no longer have too many good faces to the gloomy poisonous snake like the high priest.

The high priest of the Winter God clan has always had a noble status and was admired and worshipped by countless people. This is the first time that he has been so despised by others in his half life, and he is still a young man in his twenties.

Even if the young man's strength had reached a level that was enough to compete with him, it would be difficult for him to accept it. His old face kept shaking and he rushed up angry: "Okay, okay. The young man now really makes me look at him with admiration. Then let me experience the power of the Son of Fire."

A scent of ice emerged from him, and the ice fog boiled wherever he passed, colliding with Wang Yan's flame aura.

A collision between legendary powerhouses is about to break out like a ignited fuse.

"Enough!" Cole, the head of the Winter Gods clan, came out to resolve the dispute helplessly. He shouted, stopped the two of them, and then said with a dark face, "High Priest, our Winter Gods clan members are the most important thing to do. That bet was originally Anatolly's proposal, so how could we not count it?"

"Haha~" the red tank carried his hands and said coldly, "I have always believed that the Winter Gods are a straightforward and excellent nation. If international disputes are caused by violating the bet, I declare on behalf of the Polar Bear Secret Service that all consequences will be borne by the Winter Gods themselves."

The red tank also reminds the high priest that the Son of Fire is a person with an organizational background and is not allowed to bully you at will. Although the Winter God clan is an ancient and powerful combat race, it is still many times worse than the China National Bureau of the State.

Relying on the demigod-level powerful Yan Zun, the rise of China's non-status is already unstoppable.

Facing the three legendary powerhouses, the high priest's face was flushed and he said helplessly: "This priest is just joking with the Son of Fire. But now, even if he sells the entire Winter God clan, he can't afford to pay the bet."

This is not a joke. Wang Yan stayed in the Ice Element Pond for more than an hour, deducting the benchmark number of twenty minutes. Doubled every minute, which is really a terrifying astronomical number.

The red tank mocked, "If you can't afford it, don't you have to pay it? What's the logic of this? If the Son of Fire loses, the High Priest may have made another statement."

The patriarch Cole had no choice but to smooth things over, "If the son of flame is really paying according to the full bet, it would be unrealistic. If not, I will give you all the land, minerals, fishery and other industries inherited by Anatoly. If calculated according to the value, it will probably be worth about 2 billion US dollars."

"puff!"

Anatoly almost bleeded again, this was the rhythm of letting him leave the house with simplicity. Those industries were passed down from generation to generation.

"It's a little less." Wang Yan said lightly, "and all his cultivation resources, including holy treasures."

"Son of Flame!" Anatoly roared, as if bleeding was about to ejaculate in his eyes.

"And his mount tiger is quite majestic." Wang Yan had no habit of showing mercy to his enemies, "It's my fault."

Dingdeng!

Anatoly took a few steps back and roared in anger: "That is my Ice Field Fang Tiger King, you can't tame it."

"So what?" Wang Yan shrugged indifferently and said, "If it is not convinced, it will turn around and cut the tiger whip and soak it in wine. Anyway, it is a spoil that I win casually. I will deal with whatever I want."

"By the way, you also take off your storage bracelet and give it to me first."

"And that leather jacket."
Chapter completed!