The Most Lord

"Alan Senlan, can you dare to come up for a fight?"

The third prince stared at the area where the Senlan family was located, his eyes full of warfare. He knows that you are Alan older and higher than Alan. Even if you defeat Allen, it is not a glorious thing, and you will even be criticized secretly and make irresponsible remarks. But he didn't care. He just wanted to defeat Allen once in front of everyone to prove that he was better than Allen, otherwise he felt unhappy.

Therefore, the three princes insisted on fighting Allen, not so much to fight for the first person of the young generation, but to enjoy themselves. It was really that he returned to the kingdom with lofty ambitions, thinking that he would be the first genius in the kingdom after coming back, but he was overwhelmed by Allen, too frustrated!

In the area where the Senlan family was located, Darren jumped up and said, "I'll fight you!", but Alan grabbed him.

The third prince glanced at Darren disdainfully: "If his defeated generals are eligible to fight me?"

"Brother, since he wants to challenge me, let me do it." After Allen finished speaking, he jumped into the arena and faced the third prince.

Beside the third prince, the elder who presided over the selection ceremony saw Alan on stage, his eyes lit up and his expression was excited. The showdown between His Royal Highness the Three Princes and Master Ellen, this is the highlight! Thinking of this, the old man secretly glanced at the third prince with a faintly resentful look. For this kind of thing, His Royal Highness should make arrangements with him in advance to get the best results! Such a hastily duel is really a waste of resources!

The old man's occupational disease is committed.

The old man took a few steps forward with a loud voice: "Everyone is blessed today. You can see the duel between the two geniuses, His Royal Highness the Three Princes and Master Ellen. This morning this ticket is definitely a good value for money!"

Yes, ordinary people need tickets to enter the arena to watch the selection ceremony. Each time the royal family holds a selection ceremony, it can not only select a large number of talents for the kingdom, but also make a lot of money. This is why the royal family is keen to hold the selection ceremony.

Every year, members of the royal family propose to change the selection ceremony to three years or one year, but their opinions have never been adopted.

"I can't help but wonder if everyone in this morning will charge a gold coin for the ticket money, haha. Now, let me introduce to you the battle that is about to begin! Stand by me The one on the left is the third prince of the kingdom, His Royal Highness Angus. When His Highness Angus was twelve years old, he worshiped the legendary powerhouse as his teacher and left the kingdom to go out to practice..."

At this time, the old man has completely entered the play, and he can be described as eloquent.

"Shut up!" The third prince gave the old man a sideways glance, "Can you stop talking nonsense!"

Your Highness challenged Allen to compete for the title of the first person of the young generation in the kingdom. What a decent thing you can do like a monkey!

"Uh...," the old man's eloquent words suddenly paused, "Next, let us witness the epic battle between the Three Highnesses and Master Allen!"

When the old man finished speaking, he hurriedly stepped aside. If I continue to chatter and anger the Third Royal Highness, it seems that I don't even have a place to reason.

"Allen, you can do it first." The third prince said with a pair of scimitars. According to the news he received, Allen's level is the sixth-level peak, and he is the eighth-level peak, which is two levels higher than Alan. It would be too bully to be the first to take action.

The weapon of the third prince is the double scimitar, the traditional weapon of the Hariran people. Most of the people who use this weapon are more orthodox in their bones.

Allen took out the Dry Fire Sword from the space ring: "If that's the case, then I'm not welcome." As he said, he had already attacked the third prince with a sword.

Alan, the dry fire sword, has been used in the capital as Liuhuo, and now it is naturally at risk of being recognized. But in order to have the strength to compete with the three princes, Allen had to use the sword of dry fire.

However, even if someone recognizes the Dry Fire Sword, at most they are wondering why Liu Huo's weapon came into his own hands, and whether there is any relationship between him and Liu Huo, he will never guess that he and Liu Huo are the same person.

"That sword? Isn't it the Demon Swordsman named Liuhuo?" Sure enough, Alan had just taken out the Dry Fire Sword, and he was recognized by Darren. It is really Darren's impression of Liuhuo, the owner of this sword. Too deep. That day, he and Liu Huo were fighting in the arena. If it hadn't been for Xavier, he would have died on Liu Huo's terrifying fire magic.

In the arena, the third prince was taken aback as soon as Alan and the third prince met.

"You have broken through to level seven!" The three prince exclaimed while fighting.

The people on the arena saw Alan showing the strength of the seventh level, and it was even more uproar. You know, the recognized first genius on the continent, Prince Carl, the son of God in the Kingdom of Harilo, also broke through to become a seventh-level fighter when he was twenty years old. Allen has now tied Prince Carl's record!

Prince Carl, but a peerless genius known as the Son of God! Isn't it another son of God to tie his record?

Although the third prince was still fighting with Ellen at this time, his thoughts no longer knew where to fly.

The Ellen in front of him reminded him of Prince Carl of the Harilo Kingdom, the man who made himself feel desperate and unable to defeat.

No one in the Lieyang Kingdom knows that his legendary teacher and Prince Karl's legendary teacher are close friends, and he and Prince Karl have been practicing together for a long time. During the years of cultivating with Prince Carl, he was overwhelmed by Carl in everything. Whether it was the speed of cultivation or the speed of comprehending secret skills, he was thrown away by Prince Carl. The only thing he could defeat Prince Carl was to eat. speed.

Obviously, this is not something to be proud of.

Every time he faced Prince Carl, he seemed to look up at an insurmountable peak, and a sense of powerlessness came from his heart. And now on Ellen, he seemed to see the shadow of Prince Carl.

Allen was fighting seriously, and suddenly, the third prince leaped back and pulled away.

"Forget it, don't fight." The third prince said.

"Why?" Allen was puzzled.

"I suddenly felt that it was not a shame to be pressed down by someone comparable to Carl's guy." After speaking, the third prince put away the scimitars, turned and walked towards the outside of the arena.

Alan remained silent, what kind of person Prince Carl was. He was only comparable to him in cultivation speed, which was enough to make the three princes, such arrogant people, willingly give up the challenge to him.

"Wait." Allen suddenly called to the third prince.

The third prince stopped and looked back at Alan: "Something?"

"A few days ago, did you humiliate my big brother?" Allen asked.

The third prince glanced at Darren in the distance: "Yes, he, a seventh-level fighter, challenged me without his own ability. It was he who took his own humiliation."

"Apologize to my elder brother," Allen said, "or fight with me and apologize to my elder brother after losing."

The third prince smiled contemptuously: "I never apologize to the weak."

"That is to choose to fight with me, and then apologize after losing?" Allen raised the dry fire sword in Yang's hand.

The third prince's face sank: "Alan Senlan, I just stopped because of your unparalleled talents. Do you really take it as I am afraid that you will not succeed?"

"Then let's fight," Allen said with a firm face, "If you lose, I apologize to my elder brother."

"Since you are insulting yourself like your elder brother, then I will fulfill you." The third prince said, holding a pair of scimitars, and returned to the opposite side of Allen again.