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 cultivators in the God Transformation Stage under 5,000 years old. Among these 500 people, there are only more than 50 who have their cultivation level in the late God Transformation Stage.

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.

Seeing that no one responded on the court for a long time, Zi Feng couldn't help but feel anxious. This time he planned to show off his strength in the competition and show his strength.

If no one dares to play, wouldn’t it be that his plan failed?

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 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 and then went up and slapped him in the face. But he didn't expect that the god-transforming cultivator of the Lianhua clan was so cowardly. When he saw Zi Feng coming on stage, he didn't dare to let go.

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. He didn't expect that this turtle came to him by himself, which was simply great!

Few monks from the Lianhua Clan knew Shen Lang. When they saw Shen Lang suddenly appear on the stage, 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 any monk in the clan number?"

No one off the field had seen Shen Lang before, and they all showed curiosity.

Although Shen Lang agreed to join the Lianhua clan, 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, and his eyes lit up and explained on his behalf: "This monk who has just joined our Lianhua clan recently, is famous as 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 also want to compete with Princess Xian'er, so I'm afraid I'm 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 hurt you, you will be damaged or even killed... Don't blame me for being ruthless."

"Each of 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 secret in this kid, and even she can't see through it. The Seven-Secret Emperor 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 don't know how to live or die, I will fulfill your wish. Seven Secret Purple Fire!"

With a loud shout, a strong purple fire ball surged out from 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 strong strength in front of Lan Xian'er, Zi Feng decided to kill Shen Lang with the strongest blow.

"roar!"

The two fire dragons let out a 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 a storm of golden blades.

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.
Chapter completed!