There was a constant stream of people, and most of the seats were already sitting down. The inner circle round table was still empty at this time, and the most important person would naturally appear at the last moment.

The eight-armed Demon Prince had arrived at this time, but he was wearing a mask on his face and his eyes were flashing.

As an important figure in the Eight-Armed God and Demon Clan, he was sitting in the forefront of the outer circle. At this time, there was no one around him. No one wanted to be angry with this person.

There is a situation where Lan Xuanyu used illusions to resolve the crisis in the last moment of the competition in the morning. I don’t know how it spread. Many people already know it. Therefore, when the representatives of the various races who attended the conference today saw this eight-armed god and demon prince, although they didn’t like this race very much, they couldn’t help but show pity on their faces.

Poor, it's so pitiful! The Eight-Armed God and Demon Clan gave so much, but in the end it failed and was defeated. How could this be so pitiful...

The eight-armed god and demon prince's mood at this time can no longer be described as bad.

At noon, he was beaten violently by the Eight-Armed God and Demon King, but he was also scolded for being a bloody spit. If it weren't for his important identity, he really didn't want to attend the afternoon meeting. The mask on his face was more to cover the wounds!

The failure of this battle today is not only the loss of Princess Golden Dragon, but more importantly, it is a blow to his prestige in the clan. The brothers above him are staring at the position of the prince, but his father disagreed with the public and appointed him as the successor. You know, he has not yet broken through the god level and is able to become the successor, and the eight-armed God and Demon King also needs to bear great pressure. Although he is the patriarch, he is not the only super strong man in the race!

Tomorrow, no matter what tomorrow, even if you die, you must win the Golden Dragon Princess. She must come to participate in the competition and must continue to participate!

At this moment, the eight-armed God and Demon Prince was praying for Lan Xuanyu.

At this moment, a figure sat down beside him with a faint smile on his face, "Hello Brother Haotian!"

The eight-armed demon prince Xing Haotian turned his head and looked around. Seeing that the person sitting beside him was Li Menglong with a smile on his face.

"It's you!" Xing Haotian looked at Li Menglong coldly, "Did you plan what happened today?"

Li Menglong said with a look of unfair expression: "Me? How could it be me! I have never done anything! Brother Haotian, why are you still wearing a mask?"

Xing Haotian suddenly showed murderous aura, "It's not you? The one who first came to seduce our clan to take action was you. Otherwise, how could our clan members die?"

Li Menglong sighed and said, "I just want to try it. Moreover, I asked all tribes to take action and paid for the Tianyang Crystal. I originally hoped to consume Princess Golden Dragon's strength through everyone's concerted efforts. In the end, no matter who succeeded, at least in the end, I could hold the beauty back and not let the dragon clan be beautiful. But who knew that your tribe would say such words, anger Princess Golden Dragon, and die in the ring in battle. This was not designed by me! After that, the continuous attacks of your tribe have nothing to do with me, and I did not participate in it. However, Brother Haotian, it is really a pity for you to fight in the last battle today!"

What does it mean to sprinkle salt into the wound? This is what Li Menglong did at this time.

"You!" Xing Haotian suddenly turned around and raised his hands. But after all, he was the most rational existence among the Eight-Armed God and Demon Clan, so he still held back and did not attack Li Menglong.

After all, this is the territory of the Tianma tribe. Although the Eight-Armed God and Demon tribe is powerful, it is still quite different from the Tianma tribe.

Li Menglong sighed as if he hadn't seen the other party's eyes as if he was going to kill someone, and said, "The opportunity often comes again if you miss it. Brother Haotian, you must take care of yourself too! Don't continue tomorrow."

Xing Haotian's aura was obviously a little unstable. His eight-armed god and demon appearance was broken, and it was not possible to recover in a short while.

"Then Princess Golden Dragon, you may not be fighting again tomorrow. Do you think you have a chance?" Xing Haotian retorted. At this time, how could he not see that Li Menglong had any ideas about Princess Golden Dragon!

Li Menglong smiled slightly and said, "That's not necessarily. Based on my understanding of her, as long as she can still fight, she will definitely not withdraw. Otherwise, if so many days of raising crystals on the ring will only belong to the next champion. The champion of the second arena will automatically enter the No. 1 Collar to become the champion. That's my Tianma tribe, so even if Princess Jinlong really doesn't come, the benefits are ours!"

Xing Haotian narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at the kind-hearted guy in front of him, always smiling, as if he was harmless. The anger in his heart gradually disappeared. He calmed down and had no choice but to be vigilant in his heart. This guy is really hard to deal with.

Feeling the murderous aura on Xing Haotian's body gradually weakened, and then his face turned coldly toward the inner circle, as if he was unwilling to talk to him again, Li Menglong couldn't help but feel a little surprised. The eight-armed god and demon prince's nature can really be so calm? No wonder he was chosen as the prince, but there was something!

At this time, the venue was gradually full, and everyone was talking about something, and a large part of them were discussing the competition this morning.

Xing Haotian and Li Menglong both sat in the second row of the outer circle. In their front row, that is, the first row of the outer circle, they are all similar to the big guys such as the Holy Light Dragon Knight Huang Liangwei and the Tianma Knight. Even if they are the best among the second generation, they are not qualified to sit in the front row.

At this moment, suddenly, bursts of exclamations came from behind, which made Li Menglong and Xing Haotian so attracted that they turned their heads and looked back.

The next moment, their eyes couldn't help but solidify.

Those were two beautiful figures.

The one on the left is wearing a light blue long skirt with long dark blue hair scattered behind his head. The character's face has a bit of cold temperament and is as floating as a fairy.

Just to her right, there was also a woman. She was still wearing a long dress and her long hair was disheveled. Although her face was pale and her face looked sick, her indifferent face seemed to make everything present dimly pale at this moment. Almost instantly became the focus of attention.

Is it her? She actually came. The senior officials of all ethnic groups who attended the meeting were filled with incredible expressions.

She was seriously injured and dying in the morning, but was able to come to the conference in the afternoon?

Yes, it was not someone else who appeared at the entrance, it was Lan Xuanyu and Bai Xiuxiu.

Lan Xuanyu, who had changed into a clean long skirt, slowly walked into the venue with the support of Bai Xiuxiu, and frost seemed to appear on her pretty face. There was no strong aura on her body. At this time, her body seemed weak like a weak woman.

However, the senior executives of all ethnic groups sitting in the outer circle couldn't help but stand up, nodded to her, and said hello.

Lan just nodded silently and said nothing, and walked forward with Xiuxiu's support.

Theirs are also in the second row, just behind the Holy Light Dragon Knight Huang Liangwei.
Chapter completed!