"Eighth?! Qin Feng, that kid, fought to the eighth level!?" Han Yu interrupted in surprise. You should know that Qin Feng's cultivation level is only that of a first-grade Xuan King.
"Then what basis do they have to say that Qin Feng is a waste! He is a first-grade Xuanhuang, and he has fought to the eighth level. The opponent's cultivation is two levels higher than his. Why do they say he is a waste!?" Han Yu was angry!
Ye Guhong and Gu Changhe were also very angry, because such results were obviously excellent! How could someone dare to call Qin Feng a waste
"Since Feng'er has challenged me, the winner will be the king and the loser will be the enemy. Naturally, I can say whatever I want to him. And Taina is not young either, he must be over 40 years old." Qin Ban was actually very satisfied with his son.
Being able to fight against a third-grade Xuan King with the cultivation level of a first-grade Xuan King, and not being defeated in one move, is already amazing.
Bai Ye's face looked strange for a moment. When she heard that "people under 50 are considered young people", she couldn't help but ask Qin Ban why he didn't participate in the competition. It turned out that he was already 52!
He looks like a middle-aged man, but he is only 52...
Well, cultivators seem to look young in general, especially the old chief of their Tiance Mansion, who looks extremely young. He looks to be only in his thirties or forties, but in fact he is more than three or four hundred years old.
“How shameless! They are older than Qin Feng, and their cultivation is higher than Qin Feng. It’s not glorious for them to win, but they still have the nerve to call Qin Feng a waste!…” Han Yu and others cursed until the end, and they didn’t know what to say.
While chatting, they also arrived at an ancient dueling arena located in the center of Kunyuan Imperial City, but they had not entered yet.
"Taina! Tanner! Mighty! Mighty!"
"Taina!..."
Just outside, I heard many people shouting "Tina". It was obvious that this Tyna was very popular in Kunyuan, and he must have won another big victory.
This was almost true. When Bai Ye and his companions entered the arena, they saw a black shadow being thrown off the stage that everyone was paying most attention to.
"Tina-Ouch-"
"Tainer, ..."
The cheers of Kunyuan people at the scene have reached a climax!
"Zhi'er!" Emperor Bei Ming's expression suddenly changed at this moment, because the person who was thrown down by Taina was his son Bei Ming Zhi!
"Puff—" At this time, Bei Mingzhi, who was thrown off the field, was so seriously injured that he was vomiting blood.
When he saw Emperor Bei Ming, the young Prince Bei Ming's eyes were filled with guilt, "Father, I'm sorry to disappoint you." He originally wanted to make it to the ninth arena, he wanted to fight with Yuan Wudi.
But he couldn't do it, he stopped at the eighth round and was defeated miserably.
"Heal your wounds first." Bei Ming Emperor shook his head and reached out to touch the crown prince's head. "In father's eyes, you are already very good. There is no need to compare yourself with others."
"Father..." Bei Mingzhi's eyes were filled with tears, and he felt even more guilty. He should have worked harder! The best resources in the country were given to him, but he...
"Bah! Such a waste actually has the nerve to say that he is the most talented person second only to the crown prince of our dynasty. He is totally out of his mind." Tanner on the stage, however, continued to sneer at this time!
This guy's mouth is really mean!
"Puff—" Bei Mingzhi's face turned hot, his already unstable energy and blood churned even more, he vomited blood on the spot again, his injuries obviously worsened.
"Swish!" A sky-blue light leaped onto the eighth stage at this moment!