From the age of eight or nine, the god emperor began to worry about Li Heng's practice, so he started preparing for Li Heng from that time until he was fifteen.
During this time, he occupied half of Li Heng's life.
Therefore, the god emperor knew his heir, his temperament, and his vices. Even if he hadn't seen him for several years, Li Heng would not have reached any height.
In short, he doesn't believe it.
Nangong's victory is too strong. Under such an attack, Li Heng will undoubtedly lose, and there is no possibility of winning at all.
Not only him, but the entire Chaotianmen and Shilijie people think so.
Perhaps, there are only a few women in Baihuayuan, without any worries.
Peng!
Facing the powerful attack from Nangong Sheng, Li Heng stretched out a finger and pressed it over. Yes, that's right, it was just a finger, simple and direct.
Under this finger, Nangong Sheng's attack was shattered, and it penetrated his body directly, and the red blood was spilled.
In this process, what kind of shortcuts, what powerful manifestations, etc., seem to have become a joke.
The much-anticipated scene did not appear. Instead, people saw a terrifying picture. Li Heng defeated Nangong Sheng with one finger.
Ok!
Li Heng yawned and threw him into the big black pot. He said quietly, "Next one."
Everyone was in a daze.
Between the clouds.
Zuo Yuan whispered, "The stone above the broken peak should be very hard, right?"
The god emperor's face was blue, gritted his teeth, and never spoke.
The news soon passed back to Baihuayuan, and the woman remained indifferent.
Experience increased by 20,000. Obtained a sixth-order spiritual pill...
Gee!
Worthy of being a genius of Shenwu Academy, he has 20,000 experience in the realm of Emperor Dao.
Li Heng smiled. After the refinement, he threw Nangong Sheng away. Up to now, Nangong Sheng is still in an inexplicable state.
The scene is very quiet.
No one said anything, because there was no words to explain the picture before me.
How powerful is the Seventh Prince
Time passed, and no one dared to step forward. The people who had been booing before had already retreated to the corner of the crowd. They knew that it was impossible to win the Seventh Prince.
About half an hour...
"The strength is good, I look a little strange about that big black pot, but I can't guess what it is." Nan Luo's voice came from outside the crowd.
White plain clothes, simple and plain, with a broad sword on his back, very thick, and the high hilt almost compares him to his entire body.
This dress is a bit like that ancient swordsman.
Li Heng smiled: "Come here, please report your name."
Nan Luo spoke: "Nanban, Nan Luo." A few steps later, he had already arrived here.
But when the word Nanban was spoken out, the scene was in an uproar.
He is not a human race, nor is he a disciple of the Shenwu Academy, but a barbarian outside of Nanban. Although there is blood flowing in his body similar to that of the human race, the barbarian is not a human race.
"This southern barbarian is born with great strength, fighting against the realm, Human Race has no advantage at all." Someone whispered.
Between the clouds.
Seeing this scene, the god emperor smiled slightly: "My son will lose." Again, Li Heng was determined to lose. It was not a human genius who came out in front of him, but a genius of Nanban.
"Not necessarily." Zuo Yuan said quietly.
Ha ha!
The god emperor narrowed his sight: "This time, if Heng'er doesn't lose, this emperor will stand upside down."
"My Lord God, I haven't eaten the stone just now!" Zuo Yuan said weakly.
Snapped!
The god emperor shuddered: "Only you talk a lot."
On the ring.
Nan Luo chuckled and said, "I have heard about the Seventh Prince's name for a long time, but I have always wanted to see, but I have never seen it. Now I finally got my wish."
Li Heng said: "You are the only one who didn't laugh at the prince. That's good. The prince likes you. When you are going to shoot, you will definitely not lose sight of you."
Nan Luo: "..." He is just being polite. You don't need to be so narcissistic, do you
The land of the Southern Barbarian and the Pure Land of the Human Race were separated by tens of thousands of miles. It was the first time he came to Chaotian Gate, and he had never heard of the Seven Princes.
Of course, this is their second meeting.
Li Heng stood with his hands in his hands, his clothes roared and his mouth was still smiling. He said softly: "With this one sword, if you can beat me back by a single bit, I will count as a loser in this ring. If you can't, after you three swords Count you lose."
His meaning is very clear. He only shot once, and then he won't shot again. And you Nan Luo can shot three times. During this process, if his figure is shaken by the slightest, it is considered as the seventh prince's loss.
This makes sense.
Everyone is speechless. They have seen arrogant people, but they have not seen such arrogant people.
The god emperor above the clouds also smiled: "Now, are you dead?"
Zuo Yuan turned sideways, he wanted to say something, not necessarily!
The Seventh Prince is not a fool, he naturally knows where his best is. He dared to propose such a method, it must have been well thought out, and he has considerable certainty.
In short, the Seventh Prince is not a fool.
Nan Luo put away his smile and looked at him quietly. The next moment, the broad sword came out of its sheath.
"People who say Nanban are born with supernatural power, and I don't know if it is true or false." Li Heng opened his eyes and smiled lightly: "Come on! Let me see and see your Nanban sword."