There was an endless stream of people, and most of the seats were already occupied. The inner circle was still empty at this time, and the most important people would naturally appear at the last moment. The eight-armed prince of gods and demons had already arrived, wearing a mask on his face.
His eyes were flickering. As an important figure in the Eight-Armed God and Demon Clan, he was sitting at the front of the outer circle. At this time, there was no one around him. No one wanted to be angered by this person. Regarding Lan Xuanzi’s performance at the last moment of the game this morning
It's about using illusions to resolve crises. I don't know how it spread, but many people already know about it. Therefore, although the representatives of various races participating in the meeting today dislike the eight-armed gods and demons very much, they saw the eight-armed gods and demons.
Even when he was a prince, he couldn't help showing a look of pity on his face.
Poor, really so pitiful! The Eight-Armed Gods and Demons have paid so much, but in the end they have failed - how can this be so pitiful... The Eight-Armed Gods and Demons Prince's mood at this time can no longer be simply
I would use "poor" to describe it. At noon, he was not only scolded violently, but also violently beaten by the eight-armed devil king.
If it weren't for his important identity, he really wouldn't want to come to the afternoon meeting. The mask on his face was more to cover his wounds! If he failed in today's battle, he not only lost the Golden Dragon Princess, but more importantly
This was a huge blow to his prestige within the clan, as the brothers above him were all eyeing Tai, so everyone decided to appoint him as his successor.
You know, when he becomes the successor even though he is the son of his father, the Eight-Armed God and Demon King will also have to bear great pressure. Although the Eight-Armed God and Demon King has not yet broken through to the god level,
He is the clan leader, but this is not the only super strong person in the Eight-Armed God and Demon Clan! Tomorrow, tomorrow no matter what, even if it means death, we must take down the Golden Dragon Princess. She must come to participate, and she must continue to participate.
Okay! At this moment, Xing Wutian, the Prince of the Eight Cao Gods and Demons, was praying for Lan Xuanyu in his heart.
At this moment, a figure sat down next to him with a faint smile on his face: "Brother Haotian, hello! Xing Haotian turned around and saw that the person sitting next to him was Li Menglong with a smile.
"It's you!" Xing Haotian looked at Li Menglong coldly, "Did you plan what happened today?" Li Menglong said with an innocent face: "Me? How could it be me! I haven't done anything! Haotian
Brother, why are you still wearing a mask?" Tian Yinshi said with a sultry look, "It wasn't you? It was you who first seduced our clan. Otherwise, how could our clan have died?"
Li Menglong sighed and said: "I just want to give it a try. Moreover, I asked all tribes to take action, and they all paid 3 yuan of Kuaiyi Stone as the delivery fee. Originally, I hoped to use everyone's concerted efforts to cut it.
The strength of Princess Yu Jinlong makes the dragon clan more beautiful than ever before. Remember to search Qiu Shu Pavilion to read ~ Daijie. No matter who succeeds, he can at least drag the beauty back. Who knows, Princess Jin Long will live or die in the ring,
It has nothing to do with me that your clansman would say such words and anger the Wei Chushou Cult. I did not design this! After that, if your clansmen are fighting against each other, I will also fight. It is really a pity.
Ah!" did not participate in it.
However, Brother Haotian, what do you mean by adding salt to the wound at the end of the day? This is what Li Menglong did at this time. "You!" Xing Haotian suddenly turned around and raised his hands, but after all, he
Even though he was the most rational among the eight-armed gods and demons, he still held back and did not take action against Li Menglong.
After all, this is the territory of the Pegasus tribe. Although the human-armed demon tribe is powerful, there is still a big gap compared with the Pegasus tribe. Li Menglong seemed to have not seen the other party's eyes that seemed to be murderous, and sighed softly.
, said: “Opportunities often don’t come back if they are missed.
Brother Wu Tian, you have to take care of yourself and don't continue tomorrow." Xing Haotian's aura is obviously a little unstable, his divine and demonic appearance has been broken, and recovery will not be possible in a short while.
"Then Princess Golden Dragon may not be able to fight tomorrow. Do you think you have a chance?"
That's not necessarily the case. Based on my understanding of her, as long as she can still fight, she will definitely not quit. Otherwise, the Heavenly Crystal Stones in the ring will only belong to the next ring master.
The champion of the second arena automatically enters the first arena to become the champion, and he is a member of my Tianma clan. So, even if Princess Golden Dragon really doesn't come, the benefits will still be ours!" Xing Haotian narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the people in front of him.
A guy with a kind face and always a smile on his face, the anger in his heart gradually disappeared. After he calmed down, he could only be vigilant in his heart. This guy is really difficult to deal with.
Seeing that Xing Haotian's murderous aura gradually weakened, and then looked towards the inner circle with a cold face, unwilling to talk to him anymore, Li Menglong couldn't help but feel a little surprised. This eight-armed prince of gods and demons can really be so calm, no wonder he was selected
Being a prince, Ding is a bit unusual! At this time, the venue was gradually filling up, and everyone was talking about something. Many people were discussing today's morning's game.
Xing Haotian and Li Mengmenglong are both sitting in the second row of the outer circle. Even though they are both leaders among the younger generation, they are not qualified to sit in the front row. They sit in the front row, which is the outer row.
It was Huang Liangwei, the Holy Light Dragon Knight, and the Pegasus Knights. Qiu Shu Pavilion~Reading a book, at this moment, suddenly, bursts of exclamations came from behind, and both Li Menglong and Xing Haotian were attracted and turned their heads to look back.
They couldn't help but stare at each other. They were two beautiful figures. The one on the left was wearing a light blue dress, with long dark blue hair hanging behind her head, with a somewhat cold temperament.
As airy as a fairy.
On her right, there was also a woman, dressed in a long skirt, with long hair disheveled. Although her expression was cold, pale, and sickly, at this moment, she became the center of attention, attracting everyone present.
Overshadowed. It's her, she's here! The senior officials of all races present at the meeting were all surprised. She was seriously injured and died in the morning, but she was able to come to the meeting in the afternoon. Yes, it was no one else who appeared at the entrance,
It was Lan Xuanzi and Bai Xiuxiu. Lan Xuanzi, who had put on a clean and beautiful body, slowly walked into the arena with Bai Xiu's support. He was afraid that the clothes he had put on would make him lose his breath. At this time
Her body and ground were so shaped that a falling wind could blow her down.
However, sitting in the outer circle, there was nothing wrong with opening her mouth. The senior officials of all ethnic groups stood up involuntarily, greeted her with the words "Lan Xuan" and walked away. She returned the greeting without saying anything, just in front of her.
Bai Xiuxiu was helping "them" to the second row outside, just behind Holy Light Dragon Rider Huang Liangwei. Huang Liangwei had already arrived, and he naturally felt the arrival of Lan Xuanzi and Bai Xiu.
The class leader looked over and saw the "weak" Lan Xuanzi. He felt it carefully and immediately felt that Lan Xuanzi was really weak now, with both qi and blood exhausted. This was a bit different from what he felt at the last moment of the morning.