Originally, a large number of cultivators in the God Transformation Stage off the field tried their best to compete for the position of the prince consort.

To the young male monks of the Lianhua clan, Princess Xian'er is as beautiful as a fairy, and everyone wants to marry her.

However, Prince Zifeng was the first to go to the stage and said this, which immediately extinguished the glimmer of hope of those monks who were eager to try out the cultivators off the field.

There are not many monks of the Lianhua clan, and they all live long.

There are quite a few monks in the God Transformation Stage in the clan, but there are not many monks in the God Transformation Stage under 5,000 years old. They are considered top-notch talented monks in the Flower Clan.

Xiaodie is the ancient spiritual seed of Xuelan Narcissus, and it is also the early stage of the transformation of the gods that only broke through at three thousand years old.

Looking at the entire Lianhua clan, there are less than 500 monks in the God Transformation Stage under 5,000.

Among these 500 people, there are only more than fifty people who have their cultivation level in the late stage of the God Transformation.

This competition for marriage is equivalent to competition among more than fifty cultivators in the God Transformation Stage.

Zi Feng is the number one master of the younger generation of Lianhua clan. His natal power, the seven-minded purple fire, is extremely powerful. There are almost no late-stage monks in the clan who can fight him.

Even if there are several powerful late-stage elites in the God Transformation stage who can compete with Zi Feng for several rounds or more, they will not dare to appear, for fear of touching Zi Feng's brow.

Zi Feng couldn't help feeling anxious when he saw that no one responded from the field.

This time he plans to show off his strength in the competition and show his strength.

If no one dared to play, wouldn’t his plan be lost? Zi Feng coughed and said loudly: “You may have heard of the strength of this prince, but have the elites in the clan dared to appear and fight Zi?” “I’ll do it!” As soon as he finished speaking, a young man in white rose up from the back of the square soared into the sky and landed in the center of the arena.

The young man in white is not Shen Lang.

Shen Lang didn't want to be so high-profile, so he decided to wait until Zi Feng pretended enough to get a pussy before going up and slapping him in the face.

But he didn't expect that the cultivator of the God Transformation Stage of the Lianhua clan was so cowardly. He didn't dare to let go when he saw Zi Feng coming on stage.

In desperation, Shen Lang had to go to the ring with a high profile.

Seeing that Shen Lang really dared to play against him, Zi Feng was stunned at first, and then he was ecstatic.

He had long been eager to teach this turtle and scold this turtle. Unexpectedly, this turtle was delivered to his door by himself. This was simply great! Few monks from the Lihua Clan knew Shen Lang. Seeing Shen Lang suddenly appear on the court, the audience was in a state of turmoil and talked a lot.

"Huh? Who is this person?" "Yes, I never seemed to see him.

"No, is there such a cultivator in the clan?" No one on the field had seen Shen Lang before, and they all looked curious.

Although Shen Lang agreed to join the Lianhua clan by Emperor Xuelan, this matter was not promoted after all, so there were very few monks of Lianhua clan who knew about it.

The great elder Jiang Long remembered the notes sent to him by Emperor Xuelan, his eyes lit up, and he explained on his behalf: "This monk who has just joined our Lianhua Clan recently, is named Shen Lang.

He has been living in foreign tribes before, so you may not know anything.

This son is already a member of our charity flower tribe. He meets the rules for martial arts competitions and recruits brides. There is no need to doubt it.

"As soon as these words came out, the discussion outside the venue gradually subsided, and the doubts in my heart were eliminated.

"Isn't it funny to be a mere mid-stage monk in the God Transformation stage?" "That's right, this new guy is too ignorant!" "It's good to let the prince slash his spirit.

"The monks outside the field were very dissatisfied with Shen Lang.

On the ring.

Zi Feng sneered with a playful look on his face: "Fellow Daoist Chen, in fact, I don't want you to be my opponent.

You must be self-aware of everything. With your cultivation level, you want to compete with Princess Xian'er, so you are probably daydreaming!" Shen Lang grinned and said, "Why do you have to talk so much nonsense?

Since Chen has already come on stage, Prince, please come over and let me see what you have.

"Zi Feng smiled wildly: "Okay, okay! You have some courage, but the battle between the ring is not divided into life and death. In addition, this prince has always taken a lot of action. If you accidentally injured and crippled you, or even killed you... Don't blame me for being ruthless.

""To each other."

"Shen Lang responded expressionlessly.

Before taking action, Zi Feng glanced at Lan Xian'er in the front row of the stands. Seeing that her expression seemed a little nervous, Zi Feng was secretly happy.

If she tortured Shen Lang to death in front of Lan Xian'er, Lan Xian'er would definitely be disappointed with Shen Lang, and she would like him wholeheartedly.

Zi Feng thought happily.

Lan Xian'er and Xiaodie off the court both had a hint of nervousness on their faces. Although Shen Lang herself was extremely confident about her strength, they were still a little worried.

Especially Lan Xian'er, she really didn't want to bet on Shen Lang's life unless she had no choice.

Although Lan Xian'er knew that Shen Lang was very strong, Zi Feng was not weak either. As the body of the ancient spiritual seed and his powerful natal magical powers, Shen Lang might face a hard battle.

Things have reached this point, and Lan Xian'er has no room for regret, so she can only pray silently that Shen Lang can win.

The Seven-Missacre Emperor Empress in the distance frowned slightly when she saw Shen Lang suddenly appear.

Although Shen Lang's cultivation is not as good as Zi Feng, there seems to be some secrets in this kid that she can't even see through.

The Seven-Minister Emperor and Empress had a vague premonition in her heart.

She didn't interrupt the ring battle, so she continued to watch.

"Prince, why are you still standing there? You feel like taking action, don't let me wait.

"Shen Lang said impatiently.

Zifeng stopped yy and said with a grim expression: "I will help you if you don't know how to live or die."

Seven-minded Purple Fire!" With a loud shout, a strong purple fire ball surged out of Zi Feng's palms of his hands. The fire ball instantly expanded, soared into the sky, and turned into two purple fire dragon phantom spirits hundreds of meters long.

The purple fire on the body of the purple fire dragon is extremely dense, far from being comparable to ordinary fire, and contains extremely terrifying power! In order to show his powerful strength in front of Lan Xian'er, Zi Feng decided to use the strongest attack to kill Shen Lang in seconds.

"Roar!" The two fire dragons let out a loud loud roar, and then rushed towards Shen Lang with lightning speed.

"Golden Blade Storm!" In the flash of lightning, Shen Lang opened his mouth and spewed out the Golden Blade Storm.

A golden storm like a giant tornado hit the fire dragon.

"Boom!!!" The explosion sounded like a thunderbolt from the clear sky, and the purple flames and golden storms in the sky intertwined each other, and it had not stopped for a long time.

A scorching air flowed around, and even with the restriction, the temperature in the entire square still increased a lot.

In the center of the arena, the crystal bricks on the ground all turned red and hot.

The Zi Feng's natal magical power, the Seven Secrets of Purple Fire, is indeed a bit fierce, and it suppressed Shen Lang's Golden Blade Storm.

Shen Lang tried his best to open the amethyst wall, and barely resisted the impact of the fire dragon.

Zi Feng was proud, he was very satisfied with his move.

Even a cultivator in the late stage of the God Transformation would never be able to take over the Seven-Missary Purple Fire with all his strength, not to mention that Shen Lang, the turtle-boss, was in the middle stage of the God Transformation.
Chapter completed!