Both sides suffered losses and the match ended.

The people of Wuyang felt it was a pity, but it was a pity that everyone was inclined to win. They blinded their opponents and their parts were intact. What was this the prevailing thing?

Of course, unlike these laymen who watch the fun, the geniuses of various battle groups understand in their hearts that this is actually fair to the referee. Because although Mukler was blind, his combat power was particularly strong, and Cheng Feilong used the power of the original power under the severe injury, and he almost ran out of energy. If this is a life-and-death battle, it is hard to say who will win.

Cheng Feilong got off the ring and couldn't stand steadily again, almost fainted.

Lei Hao, Ji Ping and others rushed forward to support him, and the King of Wuyang also sent the palace envoy to send the healing pill "Nine Turns Return Yuan Dan" to stabilize the injury.

Cheng Feifeng's eyes were red and she stepped forward anxiously: "Brother, how are you?"

Cheng Feilong forced a smile: "I can't die. Fortunately, you brought that medium-grade spirit stone, otherwise I would never be able to use the last Yuanli Blood Arrow."

Cheng Feifeng stamped his feet: "Stop saying unlucky words, go and go back and recuperate quickly."

Cheng Feilong shook his head: "Wait a little longer."

Cheng Feifeng's eyes widened: "What are you waiting for?"

Cheng Feilong took a few deep breaths and showed a real smile on his face: "Wait for a wonderful duel."

On the Tull, Mukler ignored his injuries at all. He knelt on one knee in front of the Golden Harrier as soon as he got off the ring, buried his head deeply: "Mukler is incompetent and failed to avenge Agush and Colin. Please protect Xiaoye and surrender."

Yalan rose up in her sleeves and said simply: "Go back."

Muckled motionless, letting blood flow out of his eyes and wet the ground.

The Tula Envoys Group and others stood up one after another and were about to leave, but a voice came from behind: "Should you wait, we also have a sixth-level warrior who wants to challenge the sixth-level warrior of the League. "

The Tuller people were like collectively immersed in a fixed manner, turning their heads back in unison, and their movements were so neat.

Challenge? Three games in three days, either losing or getting together. The fate of the three warriors can only be described as tragic. In this way, there is still someone who dares to challenge?

Yalan slowly turned back with a playful smile on her face: "Da Honglu, I heard it right, are you going to challenge?"

Shang Yunfeng said lightly: "The ancient Wuyang country was always respectful of etiquette. If you give me something, you will return something. This is called 'ritual exchanges'. It's our turn after you challenge it. What's so strange?"

Yalan was suffocated and then laughed: "That's right, there are martial arts exchanges, and there are comings and goings. It should! It should!"

"Crack is OK, we Tula people like to challenge the most." Silver Wolf walked to the Wuyang referee's seat and stared at Shang Yunfeng's eyes, "Do you know the rules?"

Shang Yunfeng smiled and said, "Of course, the sixth level, the genius is indispensable."

"You have such a candidate?"

"Not before, but yesterday."

Silver Wolf and Yalan looked at each other and seemed to have some realization: "The genius fights in the morning, Wuyang is the best?"

Shang Yunfeng smiled without saying a word after twisting his beard and said for a while: "Are you scared?"

The silver wolf looked at the sky with his hands behind his back, disdainful of answering. Yalan sneered and turned his head to ask Ha Tutu in the guards in Tula: "The first thing in Wuyang Chaozhan is to challenge you, so I'll ask if you are afraid?"

Ha Tutu answered in a humming voice.

Yao Wujiang, Nangong Wenbao, Nangong Mengxiong and the geniuses around him did not understand Tula, and they didn't know what it meant.

But Shang Yunfeng, as the Great Honglu who was in charge of foreign affairs, was well-versed in Tule language. When he passed it on to Zhu Tianjiao, he almost exploded.

Ha Tutu said: "First, it must be very pleasant to tear it up."

If Ha Tutu hadn't shown a terrifying combat power and more brutal killing power a few days ago, several geniuses with similar strength would have wanted to jump on stage to challenge.

The crowd was about to disperse, but when they heard that there was still a duel and Wuyang Country was challenging the Tula people, they were in high spirits and speculated who would play.

As soon as Shang Yunfeng fell, Yao Wujiang, Nangong Wenbao, Nangong Mengxiong and others came over and said, "Brother Shang, when did you tell the Luo family's son?"

Obviously, they didn't know that the Shangyun Summit suddenly came.

Shang Yunfeng smiled and said, "I didn't persuade him, he took the initiative to challenge him."

"What conditions did he offer?" Yao Wujiang asked this.

"What kind of cultivation is this person?" As the supervisor of Wuyang National Xiuwu Division, Nangong Mengxiong pays more attention to this.

"This person is very conscious of the current affairs and has not made any excessive demands. He just hopes that he can practice in Panlongling without any disturbance before the start of the national war. As for his cultivation..." Shang Yunfeng looked at Nangong Mengxiong and smiled, "Can he reach the top one step before Ling Gongzi, what kind of cultivation is important?"

Nangong Mengxiong's son is Nangong Changying, and one of the "three wonders" that is famous in the world is the mystery of body skills. Nangong Changying has already obtained his true teachings and is even a seventh-level warrior. Even such a genius is defeated. It doesn't matter why he practices.

Speaking of the son who has always been arrogant but has been a little depressed recently, Nangong Mengxiong smiled bitterly, accepted this statement, and looked around: "Then, there is only one question left, where is this boy?"

As soon as the words were finished, the crowd flew away. A man in white dressed in half a bronze appeared in front of the stage. He nodded slightly to the direction where Cheng Feilong was, and then walked to the referee's seat to salute respectfully.

Nangong Mengxiong was surprised: "You are..."

The visitor took off a silver medal from his waist and shone it on the court bosses.

This is the identity nameplate of the Tianjiao Battle Team, with a unified number engraved on it. The silver medal is engraved with "360", a very low number, which indirectly indicates that this person comes from the remote and low rankings in the county war.

If it were three days ago, Nangong Mengxiong would not even scan the corners of her eyes, but after the battle between the Shengjing Chapter and the Yunzhou Chapter, everyone was deeply impressed by this nameplate, especially those from the Nangong Family.

Because this nameplate represents "The Battle of Wuyang, the best in the genius" - although it has not been finished yet, everyone knows whether the speed of seventeen breaths is beyond the reach of the future, but it is definitely unprecedented. And this glory was picked by the best children of the Nangong family as stepping stones.

Nangong Mengxiong said suspiciously: "The nameplate can be borrowed, but the appearance does not match..."

Shang Yunfeng laughed behind him: "There is no need to be a doubt about the supervisor, it is true that the master is the one."

With Shang Yunfeng’s endorsement, Nangong Mengxiong and others no longer questioned.

The Tule people were surprised to see Luo Xiao whose image changed drastically. Yalan snorted coldly: "Pretending to be mysterious. Ha Tutu, the first thing you do after you come to the stage is to remove his mask."

Ha Tutu knocked his chest hard, and banged: "As for order!"

Suddenly a white light flashed, and the crowd exclaimed, and then the shouts became louder and louder, as if the mountains and seas were thundering.

Yalan hurriedly looked up, but saw Luo Xiao moving his palm away from the spirit measurement stone. On the spirit measurement stone, an image of a huge spiritual bud was gradually fading away. Although the image had existed for a short time, Yalan's sharp eyes could still see clearly that the height of this spiritual bud reached the top - nine minutes and nine minutes, and it was only one cent short of sprouting and branching!
Chapter completed!