Extract Impurities, Bedbugs Become Real Dragons

In addition to the Hanyue Empire holding the Grand Competition every ten years in Tianming Prefecture, the Tianyuan Empire and the Wufeng Empire will also hold the Empire Competition at the same time.

According to the past rules, after the three major empires have decided the first place in the big competition, there will be a big competition between the empires.

But this time, the location of Dabi was in the Cold Moon Empire.

There is only the last day left before the Grand Competition begins.

At the same time, the list of the first place in the other two great empires has also been passed on to the Hanyue Empire.

The first name of the Tianyuan Empire is Xu Huantian, and he has a third-level cultivation in the Martial Saint Realm.

The number one in the Wufeng Empire is named Yang Ming, with a fifth-level cultivation in the Martial Saint Realm.

After Leng Xinyue saw this list, the expression on her face suddenly became solemn.

She never thought that Xu Huantian had broken through to the third level of Martial Saint Realm.

Yang Ming even broke through to the fifth level of Martial Saint Realm.

Under such circumstances, if the Hanyue Empire competes with the other two empires, it will inevitably end up at the bottom.

"Could it be that this time, the Hanyue Empire will be at the bottom?" Leng Xinyue's face was full of helplessness.

According to the agreement between the three empires, the country at the bottom of the competition will give an imperial soldier to each of the other two empires.

In other words, if the Hanyue Empire loses this time, they will have to give each of the Wufeng Empire and Tianyuan Empire an imperial soldier for nothing.

Of course, Leng Xinyue can also cancel Dabi.

But in this way, it means that the Hanyue Empire is afraid of the Tianyuan Empire and the Windless Empire.

If this is spread, the Hanyue Empire will surely become a joke of the entire Tianming State.

Therefore, Leng Xinyue would rather lose two pieces of imperial soldiers than cancel the competition.

What's more, Lin Feng is by Leng Xinyue's side now.

Leng Xinyue believes that Lin Feng will definitely bring good results to the Leng Yue Empire.

"Is Lin Feng out of customs yet?" At this moment, Leng Xinyue spoke.

The eunuch on the side bowed and said cautiously: "Report to Your Majesty, Mr. Lin is still in retreat."

"Still in seclusion..." Leng Xinyue clenched her teeth and murmured, "I hope Lin Feng can leave the seclusion tomorrow."

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Ancient battlefield.

It was full of people again.

Even the major aristocratic families rushed over one after another.

Because today there will be a grand competition between the three major empires, the Hanyue Empire, the Tianyuan Empire, and the Windless Empire.

chi chi!

At this time, densely packed flying spirit weapons came through the air.

Above these flying spirit weapons, there are banners with the words "Tianyuan" and "Windless".

"The Tianyuan Empire and the Windless Empire are here!"

"The Tianyuan Empire and Wufeng Empire came a bit early this time."

"The Tianyuan Empire and the Wufeng Empire came too soon."

The crowd spoke one after another, discussing in low voices.

The flying spirit weapons in the void have all stopped in the sky.

Da da da!

The sound of low footsteps continued to come from the flying spiritual weapon in the sky.

A martial artist walked out slowly, knelt down towards two of the flying spirit weapons, and said loudly, "Welcome Your Majesty!"

Under the eyes of everyone, two middle-aged men in dragon robes stepped out from the two flying spirit weapons in the center.

These two are naturally Gu Yuanfei, the ruler of the Tianyuan Empire, and Yang Yuan, the ruler of the Windless Empire.

The two looked at each other, and then led a group of strong men, volleying to the stands of the ancient arena.

"Leng Xinyue, long time no see." Yang Yuan took the lead and said, "I heard that the Hanyue Empire has produced a great genius this year."

"Ming'er came here this time to challenge that genius of the Hanyue Empire."

"Your Majesty, please call Lin Feng out to fight with me." The young man at the side walked out slowly.

This man is the crown prince of the Wufeng Empire, and also the first genius of the Wufeng Empire, Yang Ming, with a cultivation base of the fifth level of the Martial Saint Realm.

"Lin Feng will not participate in the battle today." Leng Xinyue's red lips twitched slightly: "The rest of the geniuses of the Cold Moon Empire will fight with you."

"I heard that even Long Zhan was defeated by Lin Feng. This level of strength can be regarded as the ultimate arrogance, but he dare not come out to fight with me." Yang Ming shook his head and said, "Like Lin Feng No matter how powerful the coward is, he is not qualified to fight with Ben Gong."

"What nonsense are you talking about? Master is still in seclusion and has no time to fight with you!" Xiaolong snapped back angrily.

But Yang Ming curled his lips and said: "When can't you retreat, you have to go to retreat on the eve of the big competition, isn't this deliberately hiding from me, not daring to fight with me, what is it?"

"You arrogant bastard, if the master leaves the customs, he will definitely beat you to the teeth."

"If Lin Feng's shrinking turtle really dares to come out, I'll make him kneel down and beg for mercy."

After speaking, Yang Ming stepped on the void and landed in the center of the ring.

As for Xiaolong, his pretty face flushed with anger.

After she devoured the dragon crystal, although her strength improved a lot, her time to transform into a dragon was still too short.

With Xiaolong's current strength, he is no match for Yang Ming at all.

Otherwise, Xiaolong would go up and smash Yang Ming right now.

"Now, I will guard the ring. If you are not convinced, you can go directly to the stage to fight with me!" At this time, Yang Ming's voice suddenly resounded in the sky.

But the audience was dead silent.

The warriors looked at each other, and no one dared to go on stage.

After all, Yang Ming who was standing on the ring at the moment was a fifth-level martial artist.

Even Zheng Shaoyang, the number one genius in the Hanyue Empire, cannot be his opponent!

"Brother Yang Ming, let me ask for advice first." At this time, Xu Huantian, the first talent of the Tianyuan Empire, came from the sky and landed on the ring.

Xu Huantian didn't have any nonsense, he took out a long sword as soon as he came up, and went straight to kill Yang Ming.

generous!

The sound of steel colliding suddenly resounded.

At the moment when Xu Huantian's sword fell, Yang Ming slowly raised his hand and clamped the long sword in Xu Huantian's hand with two fingers.

Immediately afterwards, Yang Ming exerted a little force, and the long sword shattered.

Xu Huantian flew out backwards as if he had been hit hard.

"Xu...Xu Huantian's sword was shattered by Yang Ming!"

"Xu Huantian held a Tier 1 Emperor Armament, and it was shattered by Yang Ming like this?!"

"Yang Ming's strength is too terrifying."

The crowd around the stands opened their mouths and exclaimed.

After Xu Huantian stabilized his body, he was not obsessed with fighting, but directly said: "Brother Yang, I admit defeat."

Xu Huantian almost used most of his strength for the sword just now.

But even so, he couldn't even cut off one of Yang Ming's hairs.

On the contrary, it was the emperor soldier in his hand that was broken by Yang Ming.

With such a disparity in strength, Xu Huantian naturally did not dare to love the fight and directly surrendered.

Although Xu Huantian was beaten to admit defeat, the crowd did not dare to laugh at him.

Because they didn't even have the courage to fight Yang Ming on stage, so how could they have the right to laugh at Xu Huantian.

"The Tianyuan Empire has been defeated, is there anyone in the Cold Moon Empire who dares to take the stage?!"

Yang Ming looked around and said in a cold voice, "Could you be like Lin Feng, you're all shy and afraid to come out to fight?"

"The warriors of the Cold Moon Empire are really a bunch of cowards."

Yang Ming's provocation made the warriors around the stands angry.

But they were not Yang Ming's opponents at all, so they didn't dare to fight on stage.

"Father, don't stop me, I'm going to fight him!" In the stands, Zheng Shaoyang gritted his teeth, full of anger.

As the innate God of War body, the number one genius of the Cold Moon Empire, he had never been so humiliated.

If he does not fight this time, his thoughts will not be clear!

"Shaoyang, Yang Ming's cultivation is at the fifth level of the Martial Saint Realm. If you fight against him, you will definitely lose." Zheng Huanian frowned and said, "Besides, that lunatic Yang Ming might kill you."

"You are on stage, you will either die or be injured."

"Father, you don't need to say too much, I am born with the God of War body, so there is no reason to back down." Zheng Shaoyang snorted coldly: "I must fight this battle!"

After finishing speaking, Zheng Shaoyang had already walked away, and fell straight to the ring.