"So that's the case, it's a big deal. Fortunately, my senior brother didn't take advantage of others' danger, otherwise I'd be afraid that it would be the end of the situation." Fu Jingui said.

"Hmph, if he wants to be so stupid, he deserves to die." said the elder of Canglong Palace.

...

The dense forest gradually dissipated, leaving only a blood-red and blood-red moss.

Zhu Minglang walked out of the corpses of the dragons, and all the Silver Scroral Demon Guards stood behind him, like loyal ancient guards.

They are tall and majestic, and standing there gives people a strong oppressive force.

The Qingsheng Dragon of the Divine Wood stood on the shoulder of the Silver Fir Troll Guard, looking down at the bronze battlefield.

It is covered in green light, sacred and majestic. With the order of it, all the Silver Fir Demon Guards can trample on all the battles in the bronze battlefield.

However, unlike in the first round, Zhu Minglang stood there and did not step into other parts of the battlefield.

This made the children of the entire bronze battlefield breathe a sigh of relief.

Today, Zhu Minglang would like to clear the scene like before. No matter how hard they struggle, they would never want to enter the next round.

Zhu Minglang's area is basically empty...

No one dares to move there any more than getting close to it. It is probably more terrifying to get there than to get out of bounds and eliminate it.

Anyway, Zhu Minglang only has one quota, and everyone agrees that Zhu Minglang has entered the next round. It would be a blessing that this great Buddha doesn’t have other ideas about them!

The Grand View Pavilion.

The place covered by the white gauze, Zhao Yinge sat there like an iceberg, his eyes could not stop his anger burning!

Why is this guy still so difficult to deal with if he is gone for sword cultivator?

"Oh, little prince, your legs are so inconsistent, and you still don't forget to come to see my Zhu Minglang's lively battlefield performance." Zhu Minglang's voice suddenly came from the battlefield.

The thin white gauze curtain seemed to be unable to stop Zhu Minglang's gaze.

Zhu Minglang's eyes were staring at the people in the Grand View Pavilion.

When Zhao Yinge heard this, his whole body became even colder.

"Depending on the situation of the young prince, I'm afraid there is some excellent mechanical teacher who has created a pair of flexible and comfortable prosthetic limbs for the young prince. I wonder if there is any habit of using it than before?" Zhu Minglang continued.

Hearing these words, Zhao Yinge's anger felt like he was about to rush out of the white gauze curtain in the Grand View Pavilion!!

When the others stood beside them, they all felt that Zhao Yinge exuded a terrible aura!

Prosthetic limb??

The little prince of the royal family, did Zhao Yinge use prosthetics??

No wonder he wears big brocade robes on such a hot day. He is unwilling to let others see that his hands and feet are different from others??

"I wish you a bright side!!!" Zhao Yinge's face was almost twisted together.

"My brother's life is not enough to repay Hao Shaocong. Young prince, it is best not to let me know that you are related to this matter, otherwise I will be more than just your hands and feet this time!!"
Chapter completed!