"Okay, I've bet with you!"

When Jin Siming, Heng Tianlin and the others heard Zi Yao's answer, their faces were filled with smiles of conspiracy.

Although they didn't know where Zi Yao got the courage to bet with them, they knew very well that they would win this bet.

"You are so brave that you dare to bet with us! However, you will definitely lose this bet!"

Jin Siming picked up the teacup and took a sip, and said with a smile.

"We both sent three young people of the same level to participate in the competition, and won two games in three games. Do you have no objection?"

Heng Tianlin from Hengyun Sect even sneered at this moment.

"Select someone!"

Zi Yao's face was cold and she spoke lightly.

Heng Tianlin raised a curve slightly on the corner of his mouth, turned his head and asked the many Hengyun Sect disciples behind him, "First battle, who would you like to teach these natives a lesson?"

"I!"

Many disciples of Hengyun Sect answered in unison.

"Sect Master, I'll go! My younger brother Bai Yu died at the hands of these natives!"

A young man dressed in white and with a cold face took another step.

He looked twenty-eight or nine years old, his slender and upright figure was wrapped in a white robe, holding a white sword, full of a sense of elegance.

His name is Bai Lan, who is Bai Yu's brother. Among the many disciples of Hengyun Sect, he is an outstanding person with extraordinary strength. He is much stronger than Bai Yu. He is a nine-star quasi-martial saint.

"Okay, Bai Lan will play in this first competition!"

Heng Tianlin looked at Bai Lan and nodded with satisfaction.

"Swish!"

Bai Lan took a step forward, her body as light as a swallow, and landed steadily on the competition platform. The long sword in her hand quietly unsheathed, pointing to Zi Yao and others in a distance, and there was a domineering and arrogant voice in her mouth: "I, Bai Lan of Hengyun Sect! I want to die!"

Want to die!

This guy actually used the word "death"!

It was so rampant.

The arrogant attitude and arrogant arrogance were fully revealed at this moment, which made many people feel extremely unhappy.

"Who would like to play the first game?"

Zi Yao looked at Bai Lan with cold eyes, her brows frowned slightly, and at this moment she turned her head and asked everyone behind her.

Bai Lan is a nine-star quasi-martial saint, almost entering the realm of a martial saint!

Looking at the entire younger generation on Earth, such strength is enough to be considered top-notch.

After all, there are not many strong people who have entered the quasi-martial saint on the entire earth, let alone the younger generation.

"I'll go!"

Hearing Zi Yao's words, a young man with a cold expression took a step forward and said firmly.

He looked in his twenties, with short hair, a heroic spirit between his eyebrows, tall and strong, and very extraordinary.

His name is Fang Yi, who is the disciple of Antonio of the Golden Lion. He is also an instructor of the Xia Army. He has the rank of a colonel and specializes in the practice of horizontal refining. He is a young eight-star quasi-mart saint. With his powerful physical strength, even a strong martial saint can have the power to fight.

"Okay, Fang Yi, go!"

Looking at Fang Yi who was out of the list, Zi Yao nodded gently.

Fang Yi's strength is very stable, and he is practicing to refine his body horizontally, which is extremely difficult to deal with. It is not a big problem to deal with that guy named Bai Lan.

"yes!"

Fang Yi nodded slightly, and his feet suddenly exerted force. A terrifying energy burst out, as if a green giant wolf king rushed out like lightning and landed on the competition platform.

“Earth…”

Fang Yi clasped his fists at Bai Lan and spoke with a very dignified attitude.

"No need to report your name, I'm not interested in knowing that in my eyes, you earthlings are all a group of indigenous people and a group of garbage!"

However, before Fang Yi could finish his words, he was interrupted by Bai Lan's cold and disdainful words.

His words fell into the ears of the people at the scene, making them extremely angry.

This guy is so crazy that he even called them all trash.

"Fuck him, kill him!"

"General Fang Yi, fuck him to death!"

"Damn it, it's so crazy! Give him some color..."

"This bastard is so arrogant. If I hadn't been injured, I would have wanted to rush up and fuck him to death!"

Many onlookers couldn't help but curse at this moment.

"I will let you remember my name!"

Fang Yi stared at Bai Lan with cold eyes and spoke coldly.

"The first competition begins!"

As the referee's voice rang, the battle between Fang Yi and Bai Lan finally kicked off.

"boom!"

A terrifying aura spread out from Fang Yi's body. He was like a giant green wolf king waving his claws and launching a crazy attack on Bai Lan, leaving behind a shadow in the sky on the competition stage, which was extremely fierce.

"Ding Ding Ding..."

However, facing Fang Yi's strong and fierce attack, Bai Lan was not panicked at all, but just waved the long sword in his hand to defend.

The long sword collided with Fang Yi's fist and made a dull and crisp sound.

Fang Yi's way of refining was very strong, and he cultivated his body to an extremely terrifying level. Bai Lan's long sword slashed his body and splashed dazzling sparks, but he did not even leave a trace.

He didn't use weapons at all, because every joint in his body was his deadly martial arts.

He seemed to have transformed into the most primitive beast. His hands, elbows, claws, fists, legs, and head were all sharp weapons to hurt people. He kept attacking Bai Lan, and looked at the people around him with excitement.

At this moment, Bai Lan was completely suppressed by Fang Yi, and the long sword in his hand could not be used at all.

"Raw bullet fist!"

As Fang Yi shouted loudly, a brilliant light burst out from his fist, like an atom that was about to explode. He waved it and suddenly smashed it towards Bai Lan, landing on his chest.

"Bang!"

"Puff!"

The dull collision sounded, Bai Lan felt as if she was struck by lightning, and a large amount of black blood was sprayed out of her mouth, and her whole body flew backwards like a kite with a broken string.

"roar!"

"good!"

"Good fight!"

"Beat him a turtle son to death and fuck him a bastard!"

Seeing this scene, the people around him looked excited and excited, and there were fanatical shouts coming from their mouths.

However, Zi Yao, Ye Sifeng, Wang Xiaoshuai, and Golden Lion Antonio frowned together, their eyes full of solemnity, without any joy.

"A very strong punch, even if the Martial Saint is strong, he will be seriously injured after being hit by his punch. What a pity..."

Heng Tianlin spoke sneered.

"What a pity?"

Jin Siming, Yan Sen, Ao Tianjiao and the others asked in confusion.

"It's a pity that he is just a native of the earth, without the blessing of bloodlines, and Bai Lan is from Bai Lanxing, a member of the Bai family. He flows with the blood of Bai Lanxing and possesses the blood power of Bai family..."

Heng Tianlin spoke with a sneer.

"Bai Lanxing Bai Family?"

Hearing Heng Tianlin's words, a trace of shock flashed in Jin Siming and his eyes.

The people on the White and Blue Planet are brave and good at fighting, and they are full of fanatical combat bloodlines, and the Bai family's bloodlines are the most typical representatives. They can transform injuries into combat power, greatly enhancing their combat power.

"That boy is over!"

Thinking of this, Jin Siming's eyes were filled with indifference and cruelty.

They knew that the kid was dead.

The moment when Bai Lan was knocked away with one punch, Fang Yi's eyes flashed, and his aura burst out. A layer of golden flames burned on the surface of his body, as if it turned into a noble and ferocious golden mad lion, carrying a sharp murderous intent, rushed towards Bai Lan.

A more dazzling light lit up on the fist, as if a lion's head roared to the sky and bit towards Bai Lan.

This is one of Fang Yi's strongest attacks, the top-grade martial arts Golden Lion in the sky!
To be continued...