Chapter 259 Be my queen

The promotion competition is still divided into two empires.

The thirty teams that have passed the qualifiers will compete in their respective empires, while the three teams that have entered the finals in advance will not participate in the promotion round.

In the Tiandou Empire, including the five teams that qualified from the Tiandou City qualifier division, a total of fifteen teams had completed the registration process in the morning and gathered at the location of the promotion competition.

The Tiandou Royal Hunting Ground is the venue for this promotion competition.

The Shrek Academy group was protected by the Royal Knights and sent to the hunting ground. Along the way, they saw various spirit beasts roaring in cages from time to time.

Xiao Wu's eyes were a little sad, but Qin Jian didn't feel that way.

After all, he came through the soul. Although his body is a love flower, he is still a human being in his bones. He will only treat intelligent creatures as the same kind. He really can't take on these soul beasts that have not yet opened their spiritual intelligence.

"It's so noisy...shut up."

He said softly.

As a result, the spirit beasts were as if they had met a king. All their roars disappeared in an instant, and they were as silent as cicadas and shivering.

The captain of the knights, Roxon, glanced at him in surprise: "As expected of Sword Douluo's direct disciple, he has the same killing aura."

The murderous aura of ghosts...

Xiao Wu rolled her eyes.

Before they could pack up, Ning Fengzhi and Xue Qinghe came to visit them.

"Uncle Ning, Your Highness the Crown Prince, why did you come so fast?"

Qin Jian stepped forward and said, "We haven't settled in yet..."

"Because Qinghe can't wait to come and see you."

Ning Fengzhi was smiling and still gentle, but her eyes that kept blinking made Qin Jian feel skinny.

Ever since the boss made his whimsical proposal to the queen, Qin Jian could no longer feel the respect of an elder for him.

Xue Qinghe was wearing an ordinary aristocratic dress. There was nothing particularly luxurious. He felt like an ordinary aristocrat, especially standing next to the elegant Ning Fengzhi. He seemed like a foil and did not attract attention.

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"Brother Qin, the residences of your team are a bit crude. Why don't you live in my place? My place is much more spacious and the bed is big enough to give you enough rest." Xue Qinghe said seriously.

Qin Jian was sweating profusely.

"No, no, brother Jian will sleep with us tonight!"

Ning Rongrong, who was talking to Zhu Zhuqing, quickly dragged her and ran to block Qin Jian.

"Sleep with...you...?"

Xue Qinghe paused at the word "men" and looked at Qin Jian with an interesting look.

"Rongrong?"

Zhu Zhuqing tilted his head, revealing the cat's confusion.

Ning Rongrong whispered to her: "This prince likes brother Jian."

Zhu Zhuqing was startled for a moment, then his eyes widened, revealing the cat's shock: "This, this, this...he is a man..."

"In the palace, this kind of thing is normal." Ning Rongrong said matter-of-factly.

Can you two speak in a lower voice?

Qin Jian's head is covered with black lines.

But Boss Ning and Xue Mengwei were both very calm, with no change in their expressions, which highlighted their strong facial expression management capabilities.

"Little brother Qin, since Rongrong has mentioned this..."

A narrow smile appeared on Xue Qinghe's lips: "After I succeed to the throne, will you be my queen?"

The cold wind blew and the crows croaked, making the scene awkward for a time.

"Your Highness, are you under too much pressure? So you are taking advantage of me for fun?" Qin Jian said speechlessly.

No matter how you look at this woman Qian Renxue, she cannot be such a boring existence...

A deep meaning flashed in Xue Qinghe's eyes, but his expression did not change: "Don't I like little brother Qin too much? Don't you want to be the queen? I'm sorry? How about you become the chief bodyguard of my army?"

"Uncle Ning, I haven't packed up yet, so I need to leave first."

Qin Jian learned the essence of fire dance and used the table-turning technique with great success.

Watching Qin Jian and the others leave, Xue Qinghe's smile gradually faded.

Ning Fengzhi observed his words and said: "Qinghe, Jian'er didn't mean to offend, don't mind."

Xue Qinghe shook his head and smiled like a spring breeze: "Teacher, what are you talking about? Why would I mind? It's just that he is really talented and he is your son-in-law. I want to get closer but can't find a way."

Ning Fengzhi smiled gently and said: "Jian'er has been smart and very transparent since he was a child. You don't need to use any skills with him, just be sincere and he will feel it."

"Are you sincere?"

Xue Qinghe paused slightly.

Does she really have that kind of thing?

The promotion round does not have multiple arenas taking place at the same time like the preliminaries. Instead, there is only one competition venue, which is the palace in the center of the hunting ground where the royal family rests.

The white jade square in front of the palace looks a bit bigger than the spirit fighting arena, which is enough for their contestants to perform.

In front of the square is the VIP seat and the referee's seat.

Looking around, in addition to Emperor Xueye, Ning Fengzhi, Platinum Bishop Salas and a few others in the first row of the VIP seats, the seats in the back were filled with people dressed as military generals and some from the Tiandou City Martial Soul Branch.

High level.

"There is nothing to arrange in the promotion match."

The master looked at the members of the Shrek team and said: "Continue with the strategy of the qualifiers, expose Qin Jian alone, and hide all of you. So, when Qin Jian loses, I will arrange for you."

Tang San and others immediately lost their fighting spirit.

"No matter how we look at it, we look like we are here to watch the competition, not as participants." Ma Hongjun said with a bitter face.

For the first time, Tang San agreed with his words.

"Eh? Isn't this Shrek, the lost dog?"

A group of contestants dressed like drum cheerleaders walked over, their nostrils pointed in the sky and their heads held high.

"What team are they from? Iraq? Starbucks?"

Qin Jian scratched his head a little: "Why are you dressed like a lion dancer...well, maybe a dragon boat rower..."

Flanders, who was still furious at first, trembled when he heard this and couldn't get any more angry.

"The troops from the Kingdom of Barak once drove our academy out." He adjusted his glasses and said calmly.

"Damn it, where did this country bumpkin come from? What nonsense are you talking about!"

The captain of Balak's team stepped forward, stretched out his right hand and grabbed Qin Jian's neck.

As a result, before Qin Jian could react, Tang San quickly stepped forward, Xuan Yu's hands silently removed the opponent's strength, and said calmly: "You are not allowed to make moves in the spirit fighting arena."

"Hmph! Don't let me meet you in the first round, or else I'll tell you to go back to where you came from! Let's go!"

The professional villain walked away in a swaggering manner, making Ma Hongjun Tailong clenched his fists in anger.

"Teacher, this Balak team is too abominable, let me join!" Tang San suddenly said to the master.

"They are indeed hateful, but this has nothing to do with letting you go to bed." Qin Jian said leisurely.

The master patted Tang San on the shoulder: "Xiao San, I know you really want to play, but for the sake of Team Shrek's championship, you have to hide it well and don't expose yourself. Your ten thousand year soul ring is too conspicuous."

"And the hammer." Qin Jian added.

Tang San retreated helplessly...
Chapter completed!