My wife is a sword god

The moment the verse was uttered, the cheers were deafening.

Even though the competition hasn't started yet, the human race thinks that they have already won this battle!
The prince silently repeated this sentence in his heart, and goose bumps unconsciously appeared all over his body.

How heroic?

Anya looked at the black figure, her eyes shone brightly, and deep in her heart, there was a trace of emotion rippling.

Emperor Ming raised his eyebrows slightly, with a strange look on his face: "This kid really dares to say anything, but his literary talent is really amazing."

Hearing the cheers from all around, Qin Feng's nervousness was relieved, and then his confidence doubled: "When the sea reaches the end, the sky will be the shore, and when the text reaches the end, I will be the peak!"

"it is good!"

"Master Qin, one more sentence!"

Everyone applauded, but they were too excited to pay special attention to why it was literary and not martial arts.

When Tianjian Guoshi heard this poem, he glanced indifferently, and then looked away.

Xu Lexian, Yang Qian, Fei Xun and the others who were also watching the battle from other places all looked slightly gloomy.

Everyone in the Imperial College gritted their teeth angrily.

"Arrogant and domineering!"

"Zhuzi is extremely arrogant!"

Of course, Qin Feng, who was pretending to be happy, didn't notice this.

The cheers in his ears intensified, Qin Feng was in high spirits, and all kinds of pretentious words emerged one after another.

Righteousness gathered under his feet, and then exerted strength, his body jumped high and fell into the boundary barrier.

"The rolling waters of the Yangtze River flow eastward, and the waves wash away the heroes. Right and wrong successes and failures are turned around, and the green hills are still there, and the sunset is red several times.

White-haired fishermen and woodcutters on the river, used to watching the autumn moon and spring breeze.Happy meeting with a pot of turbid wine, so many things in ancient and modern times are all laughed and talked about! "

This was the last climax of other people's holiness, and Qin Feng was ready to receive the warmest cheers from everyone.

But to his surprise, the surroundings suddenly became quiet, as if a needle could be heard.

Qin Feng's face froze. What's the matter? Could it be that this poem is too high-end, far less straightforward and domineering than those who came before, so they can't understand?

Looking back, I saw that everyone looked dull.

"You must have been stunned by my poems!" Qin Feng was certain in his heart.

But he didn't know that everyone was thinking like this—could the candidate for the final battle really be Master Qin?The human race is over.
"This..." Eunuch Li's eyes widened: "How could the Tianjian Guoshi send Mr. Qin?"

Emperor Ming's eyelids twitched slightly.

Deng Mo, Liu Tianlu, Lieying, You Su Tianyue and others all showed complicated expressions.

At this time, someone in the crowd of spectators mustered up the courage and shouted loudly: "Master Qin, the head start is just outside, you don't need to go in, there is a place for competition."

As soon as these words came out, there were echoes one after another.

Hearing this, Qin Feng opened his mouth, his face turning red and then pale.

Now that the matter was over, he finally understood why everyone fell silent and why the atmosphere was so weird. It turned out that they didn't believe that he was the candidate for the final battle!

As the saying goes, scholars can be killed, but not humiliated.

The original nervousness had been replaced by eagerness to prove his fighting spirit and shame. Qin Feng shouted loudly in the direction of the Ashura clan: "The Qin family, Qin Feng, is here to ask for advice. Who will you send to fight!"

On the Asura side, a slightly immature voice sounded: "Father, how about leaving this battle to me?"

The Four Great War Kings looked for their reputation, and saw an indigo girl half the height of a person, with clear eyes and long ponytails tied behind her head, giving her a somewhat heroic appearance.

They immediately said in unison respectfully: "Young King, why do you need to take action against such people?"

Yes, this Asura girl is the daughter of Sha Tianluo.

She was born in the world only twelve years ago, and she has already reached the peak of the six-turn tribulation power!
It is rumored that because of the strong bloodline talent, when she was born, she unconsciously absorbed the vitality from the birth mother's body, causing the latter to pass away not long after.

Among the younger generation of the Asura tribe, no one is invincible.

It is also because of this that the four great war kings who respect strength will willingly call her young king.

She has the qualifications!

Sha Tianluo turned his head and looked over: "If you want to fight, you can fight. Life and death are at your own risk."

For the Asura tribe, life and death are the only way to pass through. If the skill is not as good as the human, then you will die, and death is not a pity.

The girl nodded, jumped into the boundary barrier.

Seeing this scene, everyone was stunned. Who would have thought that the Asura clan would send a pretty girl out in the final battle of the bet?

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay. If the opponent was this guy, wouldn't Master Qin have no chance of winning?

How could this be so? Qin Feng gritted his teeth, the Asura clan clearly looked down on him!
I'll let you know why the flowers are so red!

"Report your name, I will not kill the unknown!" Qin Feng said angrily.

"An unknown person." The girl's eyebrows were dark: "Asura, Pablo!"

As soon as this name was mentioned, Emperor Ming stood up abruptly, his eyes showing surprise.

The expressions of Tianjian Guoshi and Father Qin changed.

Sensing the change in the atmosphere, Liu Jianli and the two asked curiously, "What's wrong?"

Father Qin explained in a deep voice: "In the Asura tribe, the word Pabu means powerful.

It's not so much a name, it's more a title, a kind of honor.

That is——what the Asura tribe considers, the next generation of kings! "

Hearing this, Liu Jianli and Cang Feilan looked at each other, their eyes could not hide their worry.

Only a small number of people in the human race know the special meaning of this name.

Therefore, the people watching the battle have not yet realized the seriousness of the matter.

Including Qin Feng himself, the same is true!
But the next scene was like a slap in the face, and everyone couldn't help being shocked and sweating.

"Young king, your weapon." The evil king Vimala shouted, and threw out a huge bone spine shaped like a spear.

The bones and ridges are all white, about ten feet long, and when they swept through the air, there were bursts of breaking wind, which is enough to see its weight.

But the girl named Pablo raised her right hand and held it easily.

The length of the bone ridge was in stark contrast to the girl's figure.

It's hard for ordinary people to imagine that with such a body shape, can they really wield such weapons at will?

Of course, this is not the point that surprised everyone.

The point is what the evil king Vimala called the girl—Young King!
Qin Feng swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and suddenly felt that something was wrong.

The dissatisfaction in his heart and the previous arrogance slowly subsided, and he said tentatively: "Well, that person calls you the young king, what is the relationship between Sha Tianluo and you?"

Pablo frowned: "Small human race, who allows you to call my father by his name?!"

Fuck, Qin Feng's face froze. He thought that the Asura clan underestimated the enemy, so he sent a clown. He also felt that the battle was a sure win.

Unexpectedly, in the end, the clown turned out to be himself!

As the saying goes, a tiger father has no dogs, how can it be simple for someone who kills Tianluo's daughter and is called the young king by the war king of the Asura clan?
Qin Feng turned his head and looked at the Tianjian Guoshi outside the barrier.

That appearance seemed to say, is it still too late to change people?