The Most Lord

When Allen spoke, everyone's eyes focused on him. Everyone was stunned, and it was probably the one who was qualified to fight with the royal family and the Senlan family. Moreover, if Huaxia Ling had won this genius, it would actually be no different from the Senlan family.

Hardy was surprised when he saw Alan stand up, even a little excited. Hardy has always been proud of his talent, but facing Allen, a genius whose talent is still above him, he can be said to be convinced. The battle between Alan and the third prince, Hardy, was also seen from the beginning. Alan and him were both at the beginning of the seventh level, but he knew that if he played against Alan, he might not be able to hold on for even a minute.

Hardy, who originally wanted to choose the royal family, hesitated again after Ellen exited.

"Hadi, you have to think carefully," said the third prince. "The resources that our royal family possess is definitely not comparable to a small remote town. Don't make a decision that will make you regretful for a lifetime."

Allen smiled softly, not angry because the third prince said that Nice was a small and remote city, and turned to Zhao and said, "Xin Zhao, leave it to you, persuade him."

Xin Zhao nodded: "Don't worry, Lord Lord, promise to complete the task." After that, Xin Zhao jumped into the arena and walked towards Hardy.

"My lord, what do you want to..." the old man who presided over the selection ceremony stopped and asked. If it was an ordinary guard, the old man would not be so polite, but Zhao Xin was dressed in Zhao Yun's skin, and walked swayingly, making the old man feel that he should not be a mortal.

"Lord Xin, I want to have a face-to-face meeting with this kid, isn't it against the rules?" Xin Zhao smiled.

"No violation, please, please." The old man asked Xin Zhao's intentions, and immediately stepped aside.

In the selection ceremony, there are often big families who look to a certain genius and enter the arena to talk in person, but it is not Xin Zhao’s first.

The third prince waved his hand to a palace guard beside him: "You go down too, what conditions Huaxia will give him, we will double."

The reason why the third prince is so wealthy and wanting to take Hardy down is that Hardy is indeed a rare genius, and secondly, it is also to fight Alan. The genius that my royal family valued, do you want to fight for your little Chinese collar? What a joke!

"His Royal Highness!" The Guardian led the command. At this moment, the Guardian's mood was very agitated. Today, I can finally experience the feeling of having rich wealth and using money to beat others! A picturesque scene appeared in the guard's mind.

...

Xin Zhao said to Hardy: "Come to our Huaxia, I will give you one hundred thousand gold coins!"

He smiled indifferently: "I'll double out, 200,000!"

Xin Zhao: "I will give you such a treasure to help you cultivate."

Himself: "All the treasures he said just now, I will double it!"

Xin Zhao: "I will give you a set of XX quality weapon armor, which can increase your combat effectiveness by a few percent!"

Himself: "I will give you two sets of armors of the quality he said just now, wear one and throw one set!"

Xin Zhao: "I grant you a powerful secret skill that allows you to leapfrog the battle!"

Own: "Our royal family gives you ten secret skills, any! You! Pick!"

Xin Zhao Yujue: "You, you, you..."

Own: "I just have money and willfulness, hahahaha..."

...

"Hahahaha..." The guard was immersed in a beautiful fantasy and couldn't help laughing out loud, but when he turned his head he found that the third prince and his colleagues were looking at him with surprise.

"Why are you smiling, don't you want to go?" The third prince asked slightly angrily.

"Go go, Your Highness, I will go now!" The guard said, hurriedly leaping into the arena, trotting all the way towards Hardy and Xin Zhao, for fear that the Three Princes would send others to lose him. This is a good opportunity to pretend.

When the guard ran to Hardy and Xin Zhao, Xin Zhao and Hardy had just started talking.

"Boy, you like to use a gun, don't you?" Xin Zhao looked at Hardy in front of him and asked in a daunting manner. However, opening his mouth was just a "boy" address, which really made Hardy unable to give him much favor.

"That's right." Hardy replied, but his eyes were fixed on Xin Zhao's spear behind his back. This was the first time he saw other soldiers using the same weapons as himself. And looking at the exquisite workmanship and gorgeous shape of the spear worn by Xin Zhao, it was many times better than the spear that he was holding was transformed from a military spear.

It would be great if the gun belonged to me! Hardy couldn't help thinking.

"That's really a shame." Xin Zhao shook his head, his eyes full of regret when he looked at Hardy.

"What a pity?" Hardy couldn't help asking because his whole body was uncomfortable with Xin Zhao's regretful eyes.

"It's a pity that you are a gun lover, but you don't know how to shoot at all." Zhao channeled.

When Hardy heard Xin Zhao saying that he didn't understand marksmanship, he raised his eyebrows and said in disbelief, "I don't understand marksmanship? Would you like to try it to see if I understand marksmanship!"

Hardi had always been proud of his marksmanship, and even thought in his heart that he might be the number one marksmanship in the Lieyang Kingdom. After all, the Lieyang Kingdom did not have any well-known powerhouses who used spears as weapons. Now Xin Zhao actually said that he didn't understand marksmanship, how could he bear it.

"Ahem," the guard sent by the three princes couldn't help but cough twice, attracting everyone's attention, and then said to Zhao: "Brother, should you talk about the conditions of your Huaxia leader? ?"

If you don't say the conditions, how can I pretend to be in front of you, the guard thought anxiously.

Xin Zhao glanced at him as if looking at a cloud of air, and continued to say to Hardy: "Why, you are not convinced that you don't understand marksmanship?"

"Really dissatisfied." Hardy raised his head and said.

"Let's do it," Zhao said, "Believe the Lord, I will suppress my strength at level 7, no, at level 6, as long as you can help me take a shot, I will admit that you understand marksmanship, how about?"

"Or, I can suppress my strength to level five."

"No!" Hardy said, "You don't need to suppress your strength!"

"Tsk tut," Xin Zhao tutted: "Lord Xin doesn't bully you, just suppress it at level 6."

Hardy shot the spear in his hand: "Come on!"

Today, we must teach this arrogant fellow! Don’t you threaten to suppress your strength to level six? Then I will hit you until you have to go all out to see how you look good!

"I'm optimistic, I have indeed suppressed my strength at Level 6. Don't lose, and say I don't have my strength to suppress it."

"Let the horse come here!" Hardi glared.

The guard on the side was full of anxious expressions. Why did they start fighting? They agreed to negotiate terms!

"Boy, optimistic, I am going to attack." Xin Zhao said as he slowly held the spear behind him in his hand.

"Look at the gun!"

Following these two words, Xin Zhao's spear struck Hardy like a bolt of lightning.

A bit of cold light came first, and then the gun shot out like a dragon!

Hardy only felt a flash of cold light in front of him, and Xin Zhao's gun tip was already on his throat. Hardy stared at the spear in front of him, his pupils dilated, and his face was shocked.

Xin Zhao indeed only used the strength of a level six fighter, but why does his spear give people a feeling of being unable to resist! If oneself can also use such a shot, the 7th-level pinnacle soldier who fought with him before might not even be able to take a single shot from him!

"How?" Xin Zhao took back the spear with a Xiaobian smile, "Acknowledge that he doesn't understand marksmanship?"

Hardy's face was solemn: "I want to take another shot."