Originally, there were a large number of monks in the god-transformation stage in the audience who were trying their best to compete for the position of Prince Consort.
To the young male monks of the Lianhua tribe, Princess Xian'er was as beautiful as a fairy, and everyone wanted to marry her.
However, Prince Zifeng was the first to take the stage and said these words, which immediately extinguished the hope of the eager monks in the audience.
There are only a few monks from the Lianhua clan, and all of them live long lives.
There are quite a few cultivators in the God-Transformation Stage in the clan, but there are really not many cultivators in the God-Transformation Stage under the age of 5,000. They are considered to be the top-notch talented Lianhua Clan monks.
Xiao Diegui is an ancient spiritual species, Snow Orchid Narcissus, who only broke through the early stages of becoming a god when he was three thousand years old.
Looking at the entire Lianhua clan, there are less than 500 monks under the age of 5,000 in the God Transformation stage. Among these 500 people, there are only more than 50 who are in the late stage of God Transformation.
This competition to recruit a bride is equivalent to the competition between more than fifty monks in the god transformation stage.
Zifeng is the number one master of the younger generation of the Lianhua clan. His natal magical power, the Seven Ultimate Purple Fire, is extremely powerful. There are almost no late-stage god-transformation monks in the clan who can compete with him.
Even if there were a few powerful late-stage god-transformation elites who could fight Zifeng for several rounds or more, they would not dare to appear for fear of offending Zifeng's brow.
Seeing that no one responded, Zifeng couldn't help but feel a little anxious. This time, he planned to make a show of himself in the martial arts competition and show off his strength.
If no one dares to play, wouldn't it mean that his plan will fail?
Zifeng coughed and said loudly: "Everyone may have heard about my prince's strength, but don't any of the elites in the clan dare to go out and fight Zi?"
"I come!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a young man in white clothes from behind the square rose into the sky and landed in the middle of the ring.
The young man in white is not Shen Lang.
Shen Lang originally didn't want to be so high-profile, so he decided to wait until Zifeng had enough pretense before going up to slap him in the face. But he didn't expect the Lianhua tribe's god-transformation stage monk to be so cowardly. When he saw Zifeng on the stage, he didn't dare to fart.
In desperation, Shen Lang could only enter the ring with a high profile.
Seeing that Shen Lang actually dared to go on the court and fight with him, Zifeng was stunned for a moment, and then felt ecstatic.
He had been eager to give this bastard a lesson for a long time, but he never thought that this bastard would come to his door by himself. This was the best thing!
Few of the monks from the Lianhua tribe knew Shen Lang. When Shen Lang suddenly came on stage, the audience was in a commotion and started talking a lot.
"Huh? Who is this person?"
"Yeah, I don't think I've ever seen him."
"That's not right. Is there a monk like this in the clan?"
No one in the audience had seen Shen Lang before, and everyone looked curious.
Although Shen Lang agreed to Empress Xue Lan joining the Lianhua Clan, this matter was not publicized after all, so very few Lianhua Clan monks knew about it.
The Great Elder Jiang Long remembered the transmission talisman sent to him by Empress Xuelan, his eyes lit up, and he explained: "This is a monk who just recently joined our Lianhua tribe, his name is Shen Lang. He has been living in foreign tribes before.
So you may not know something. This child is already a member of our Lianhua clan and meets the requirements of the competition to recruit a bride, so you don’t have to worry."
As soon as these words came out, the discussion outside the venue gradually subsided, and the doubts in my heart were eliminated.
"Wouldn't it be funny for a mere monk in the middle stage of divine transformation to come on stage?"
"That's right, this new guy is too ignorant!"
"It's better to let the prince dampen his spirit."
The monks outside the court were very unfavorable to Shen Lang.
On the arena.
Zifeng sneered with a joking expression on his face: "Fellow Daoist Shen, actually, I don't want you to be my opponent. You have to be self-aware in everything. If you want to compete with Princess Xian'er with your level of cultivation, I'm afraid you are doing something wrong." Daydream!"
Shen Lang grinned and said: "Why talk so much nonsense. Since Shen has already entered the stage, Prince, just come over and let me see what you are capable of."
Zifeng laughed wildly: "Okay, okay! You have some courage, but fighting in the ring is not a matter of life and death. In addition, I have always been a bit heavy-handed in my attacks. If I accidentally injure you, maim you, or even kill you... But don’t blame me for being heartless.”
"Both each other." Shen Lang responded expressionlessly.
Before taking action, Zifeng glanced at Lan Xian'er in the front row of the stands and saw that her expression seemed a little nervous, which made Zifeng secretly happy.
If he tortures Shen Lang to death in front of Lan Xian'er, Lan Xian'er will definitely be disappointed in Shen Lang, and then she will fall in love with him wholeheartedly.
Zifeng thought happily.
Lan Xian'er and Xiaodie off the court had a hint of nervousness on their faces. Although Shen Lang himself was extremely confident in his own strength, they were still a little worried.
Especially Lan Xian'er, she really didn't want to gamble with Shen Lang's life unless she had to.
Although Lan Xian'er knew that Shen Lang was very strong, Zifeng was not weak either. With the body of an ancient spiritual species and his powerful natal magical powers, Shen Lang might face a tough battle.
Things have reached this point, and Lan Xian'er has no room for regret and can only silently pray that Shen Lang can win.
Seeing Shen Lang's sudden appearance, Qi Jue Emperor's Empress frowned slightly in the distance.
Although Shen Lang's cultivation level is not as good as Zifeng's, there seems to be some secret about this kid that even she can't see through. Empress Qi Jue has a vague premonition in her heart.
She didn't interrupt the ring battle and simply continued watching.
"Prince, why are you still standing there? Take action if you feel like it, but don't keep me waiting." Shen Lang said impatiently.
Zifeng stopped his sexual intercourse and said with a ferocious expression: "You kid who doesn't know whether to live or die, I will help you. Qijue Purple Fire!"
With a loud shout, Zifeng's palms immediately burst into extremely powerful purple fireballs. The fireballs instantly expanded and soared into the sky, turning into two purple fire dragon phantoms hundreds of meters long.
The purple fire on the purple fire dragon's body is extremely dense, far beyond what ordinary fire can compare with, and contains extremely terrifying power!
In order to show his strong strength in front of Lan Xian'er, Zifeng decided to kill Shen Lang instantly with the strongest blow.
"Roar!"
The two fire dragons let out a high-pitched roar and then crashed towards Shen Lang with lightning speed.
"Golden Blade Storm!"
In the midst of lightning and flint, Shen Lang opened his mouth and spat out a storm of golden blades.
The golden storm, like a giant tornado, hit the fire dragon.
"boom!!!"
The sound of the explosion was like a thunderbolt in the clear sky, and the sky was filled with purple flames and golden storms that intertwined and lasted for a long time.
A scorching hot air swept all 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 turned red hot.
Zifeng's natal magical power, the Seven Ultimate Purple Fire, was indeed a bit fierce, and it suppressed Shen Lang's Golden Blade Storm. Shen Lang tried his best to open the amethyst wall, and then barely withstood the impact of the fire dragon.
Zifeng was very proud of himself. He was very satisfied with his move. Even a late-stage monk in the form of a god would never be able to receive his full-strength attack of Qijue Purple Fire without incident, let alone Shen Lang, a bastard who just turned into a god.