1324: C1324 Shahu

C1324 Shahu

When the flame of light melded into the six fires, the torrent of fire created by the six fires suddenly expanded and its power greatly increased.

At the same time, the six fire domains also transformed into the seven fire domains.

Kacha. . .

No matter how high the level of the Devil Moon Spheres was, there was a limit that they could not withstand. At this moment, Meng Yaqing's Seventh Heavenly Layer Emperor Flame had already surpassed this limit. This was under the situation where the torrent of flames was suppressed.

It could be imagined that once the domain was completely broken, the might of the torrent of flames would reach an inconceivable degree.

"No. . . I am the princess of the Devil Moon Clan. How could I possibly lose?" Moyue Sha roared with a savage expression.

Unfortunately, no matter how powerful the roar was, Demon Moonsha was unable to save herself from the destruction of her domain.

The moment the domain shattered, the seven flames merged into a torrent of flames that swept across the entire sky like a king of flames. Many Yan Clan disciples trembled uncontrollably, and their expressions couldn't help but reveal looks of reverence.

These people of the Yan Clan included the true disciples of the Peak of Saint Realm, and some of the higher ups of the Saint Realm Small Success realm.

This respect was not because of Meng Yaqing's Cultivation base and strength, but because of the respect she had for Seven Flames.

Only Yan Haoqi, with his Six Fires constitution, could barely resist it. Yan Haoqi's forehead was filled with respect. Blue veins popped out on his forehead. "This woman will be mine sooner or later. How can I respect my own woman?"

Pffft. . .

The domain shattered. The flames blasted apart the moonlight radiance of Devil Yuesha with irresistible force, bombarding her body heavily.

With a flash of light, a holy armor appeared on her body. The level of this holy armor was quite high.

However, under the continuous bombardment of the torrent of flames, cracks finally appeared on the holy armor. Mo Yuesha was completely alarmed. If this kind of flame did not have the defense of the holy armor, she would definitely have been burned into nothingness.

"I. . . I admit defeat. Quickly put away your flames. "

At this time, Han Feng's eyes suddenly changed. Meng Yaqing's face turned pale and she was unable to stop.

"Oh no, Qinger is not familiar with the integration of the seven flames. " Just as Han Feng was about to move, the red-robed old ancestor who was in charge of the competition waved his sleeve. The torrent of flames immediately shrunk and gradually returned to Meng Yaqing's body. Meng Yaqing staggered and just as she was about to fall, she fell into a warm embrace. It was Han Feng who saw that something was wrong and immediately went forward to embrace Meng Yaqing.

"Since you are still not familiar with it, why force yourself?" Han Feng scolded in a low voice.

"I do not want to lose. " A group of men threw their auras at her. Meng Yaqing's face turned slightly red.

Seeing Meng Yaqing's shy expression, Han Feng's face twitched. Back then, it was dark. Yang exchange. When they had merged, he had almost been squeezed dry. At that time, Meng Yaqing was not shy at all.

The people from the Yan Clan were not willing to do it. At this moment, Meng Yaqing was no longer just a princess in their hearts. She was an empress.

How could their empress be willing to serve a person from the outside world?

It was just that the empress and the princess were different. In the end, the princess was just a joke that the people of Yan Clan had for Meng Yaqing. Because Meng Yaqing indeed had the demeanor of a princess. If they liked it, they could say that Meng Yaqing was a princess. If they did not like it, they could change the title at any time. The Empress was a position that the people of the Yan Clan truly recognized. It was unshakable.

Even if they were dissatisfied, they did not dare to say anything to stop her. They only hoped that their Empress would be able to completely abandon the small Martial Cultivator in the outside world after seeing their Big Senior Brother Yan.

After Han Feng carried Meng Yaqing into his arms, he jumped off the fighting stage. Mo Yuesha also had an ugly expression on her face as she was supported by her fellow clan members.

The competition continued, but no competition would have the same kind of shock that Meng Yaqing and Mo Yuesha had when they fought.

If he really wanted to say it. . . Meng Yaqing's battle with Mo Yuesha was not that intense, but the six or seven fire constitution that was exposed had a huge impact.

One after another, Zhan Fu went up the stage and defeated his opponent in seconds. Xuan Qingtian went up the stage and defeated his opponent in seconds as well.

Yan Haoqi's opponent was someone from the same clan, so he gave the people of the same clan face. The battle only ended after a few minutes, and he even gave this junior brother some guidance. Although he lost very quickly, Not only was this true disciple of the Yan Clan not disappointed, he even bowed gratefully towards Yan Haoqi. The other true disciples of the Yan Clan all looked at Yan Haoqi with envy. Not everyone could receive Yan Haoqi's guidance.

Yan Haoqi had a smile on his face. He couldn't help but glance at Meng Yaqing, hoping that she could see the quality of his love for her junior brother.1

But then Yan Haoqi's face turned black because Meng Yaqing's gaze did not land on him at all.

"Damn it, this man!" If her gaze could kill someone, Han Feng would have died tens of thousands of times by now.

Han Feng rubbed his head. He smiled proudly at Yan Haoqi. Yan Haoqi was so angry that his face turned dark.

"Hehe, how dare you covet my Qinger! I'm going to anger you to death!" Han Feng was unhappy that Meng Yaqing had been coveted by these self-proclaimed true disciples.

The second elimination round was finally Han Feng's turn.

"Sixth Sky of Peak of Saint Realm. " Han Feng's eyes lit up.

This time, Han Feng's luck was still bad. The sixth level of the Peak of Saint Realm was definitely a Upper-grade amongst all the true disciples. Normally, only around the fourth round would there be a battle between the sixth and sixth level of the Peak of Saint Realm.

Meng Yaqing told Han Feng about her opponent via divine sense. "This person's name is Sha Yongze. He came from the Sand Tiger Gu Family. He has the bloodline of the Sand Tiger. He should be ranked in the middle of the Sixth Heavenly Layer of the Peak of Saint Realm. "

Han Feng nodded his head. After Meng Yaqing gave a rough introduction, Han Feng roughly understood that this Sand Tiger Ancient Race was probably on the same level as the Spirit Race.

Or rather, even if it was inferior, it was only slightly inferior.

"This Sha Yongze is either not much different from Ling Gan, or even just a little bit. Back then when I faced Ling Gan, I was unable to resist at all, but now. . . " Han Feng's fighting spirit surged.

Sha Yongze could feel Han Feng's surging combat intent. He frowned and said faintly, "In the same level, the Martial Cultivator in the outside world is just like an ant to us. It's not something that can be changed by just a little bit of combat intent. "

"Forget it. It's not easy for you to cultivate until now. I'll play with you. "

"Hehe, this kid is really unlucky. This time, his opponent is Sha Yongze of the Sand Tiger Ancient Race. "

"Sha Yongze has the record of killing a Ninth Heavenly Peak of Saint Realm expert in the outside world. His strength is close to surpassing the Peak of Saint Realm. It's said that when Xuan Qingtian was still at the Sixth Heavenly Layer, he was only second to Xuan Qingtian in the First and Sixth Heavenly Layers. "

"That's perfect. Let our empress open her eyes wide and see what kind of person this brat from the outside world is. "

The people from the Yan Clan were gloating over Han Feng's misfortune, as if Han Feng was going to laugh at their misfortune the next moment. It was as if Han Feng was going to be defeated in a sorry state.

"Oh? Play with me? I hope you don't spoil yourself. " Han Feng did not look angry. He smiled faintly and said. However, his pair of pitch-black pupils fluctuated with coldness.

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