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"Just give the money to Count Ling Kirst of the Kingdom of Urals."

Sila nodded her head repeatedly and quickly supported the black and white Demon back to her side. She thought to herself, "What a formidable fellow. Hmph. There's still a lot of time in the future. For now, patience doesn't mean that he will always show weakness. Let's just wait and see."

Mu Laisan praised Ling Feng, "Good skill, amongst the juniors, you can be considered one of the top."

"Compared to you little princesses?"

Mu Laisan laughed leisurely, "Of course, we are still far from that."

Ling Feng did not know whether to laugh or cry, "Old Wang is selling melons!"

Mu Lao San scratched his head in embarrassment and straightened his expression, "Let's continue with the decisive battle. The Wula Kingdom and the Central Plains Empire's victors can issue a challenge to our Oda Empire."

In the distance, Wu Mo's throat was dry. He continuously swallowed his saliva as he thought, "How could that be? So it turns out that Mister Ling is so strong. Who knows, maybe the Little Princess can really marry into my Wu La'er Kingdom. Sir, it all depends on you!"

At this moment, Ling Feng seemed a little nervous. He changed his face, closed his eyes, and actually sat on the ground with his legs crossed, meditating and recuperating.

At this time, the participants from the Central Plains Empire walked towards the stage, standing not far from Ling Feng.

Mu Laisan thought to himself, "Although the strength of this competitor from the Central Plains Empire is not weak and he can be considered a first-rate talent among the young talents, he is still far from being a disciple of the Thunder God. There is simply no suspense."

The contestant then said to Mu Laoban, "Your Honor, I have come to admit defeat."

"So you're saying that your Central Plains Empire forfeited?"

That contestant said with a profound tone, "Just because I admit defeat does not mean that our Central Plains Empire will forfeit. It's time for our ace contestant to appear on stage!"

Ling Feng was shocked, "What should come will really come!"

The contestant slowly walked towards his camp, and in the distance, there was a person walking slowly as well. He made a slight movement with the contestant, and the two of them nodded at each other to express their friendliness.

This person was clad in armor and had a helmet that only revealed his eyes. He was actually one of the ordinary soldiers of the camp.

The soldier was moving very slowly, but Qi Lingfeng could feel his breath. He seemed very ordinary, and he couldn't detect anything special about him.

The harder it was to find, the more unknown the danger it represented!

That person stupidly came to the arena and sat down opposite of Ling Feng, who was meditating. "Little Ling Feng, you had used up a lot of energy just now, so I'll wait for you."

Ling Feng was shocked, "He actually knows my name!? "It seems that he knows me quite well. Who is this person?"

Ling Feng could not help but open his eyes, but only saw a fully armed ordinary soldier, and did not find anything special about it.

A Lei and Ling'er landed beside Ling Feng, and Ling'er transmitted her voice into her hair. "Master, this person has a weird aura all over his body, and it's really hard for people to guess his identity. He's probably a powerful opponent, and we can't be careless. It seems like we're going to have a tough battle."

"Since you know my name, I won't hide it from you."

As he spoke, he plucked the fake beard from his face and threw it to the side.

He continued, "But please show your true colors as well!"

That person laughed, "What? Little Ling Feng, you aren't even saluting when you see your teacher? "

With a slight pull, the man's armor flew out of the arena, revealing a long black robe. His handsome face was covered with a pair of crystal glasses with gold rims, further accentuating the elegance of his face.

Ling Feng was surprised, really surprised, as he had never been this shocked before.

Indeed, he was Ling Feng's teacher. He was actually a Summoner at the Royal Intermediate Magic Academy of the Central Plains — Qing He.

"How could it be you!"

Qing He revealed her signature gentle smile. "Why couldn't it be me?"

Ling Feng thought in his heart: "Qing He is really well-hidden. He is just a normal young teacher, would he really have the strength to deal with the Undead Spiritualist?"

Qing He stood up and said to Ling Feng, "Have you had enough rest? I think we can start now. "

Ling Feng calmed himself down and circulated his genetic energy, "Qing He, I will not show mercy, be careful."

"I just like you like you like this. If I bet my master's reputation, I would also defeat you no matter what methods I use."

Ling Feng asked curiously, "Your Master?"

"That's right, my master is the continent's number one summoner — — His Majesty, Ming Kuang Hai. The Demigod rank experts wouldn't go all out, so it wasn't possible to tell who was the better one, but it could be inferred from the subordinates of their disciples.

My goal was the Little Princess, but I didn't expect to run into your disciple of the Thunder God first. This is great, I'll first take care of you, then deal with the Little Princess, and my master will suppress the other SemiGods. "

"Good, then I will use the name of the disciple of Thunder God to fight with you. But to be honest, you are already in your thirties, so I'm afraid your potential is limited!"

Qing He smiled embarrassedly. "Hehe, about this. Actually, I was only eighteen years old. I'm just a bit old."

Ling Feng's forehead was covered in black lines, "This guy, this guy is only 18 years old, he really does look quite old!"

Mu Laowu also suppressed his shock, "Disciple of Thunder God, the number one summoner disciple of the continent. Good job. It seems that our grand gathering was really worth it."

In the distance, Grassfire's face was flushed red with excitement. "A battle between two descendants of Divine level experts. That's great! Let's see who's stronger."

Old Mu then stood at the side of the arena, giving the two young cultivators more space before shouting, "Begin!"

Lei quickly rushed to Qing He's side, opened his mouth and said big thunder.

Qing He didn't move, but a mass of black fog appeared in front of him. From the black fog appeared a huge dragon, blocking Qing He's side. It used its body to block Lei's attack.

Ling Feng was quite confident in his summoned beasts. Thunder and Ling'er were both top races. After countless battles, they were able to overcome everything in their path.

But he didn't expect Qing He to be able to summon a dragon.

Ah Lei was stunned and retreated dozens of meters back, facing the huge dragon from afar.

The colossal dragon glanced at Ah Lei. "Little brother, so it's you."

Lei's eyes were filled with tears, "Sister, you're not dead yet!"

Qing He said to Ling Feng, "Little Ling Feng, don't think that you are the only one who has been to the East Dragon Tomb. I can't be stronger than you, Master."

"Compared to summoning, I've never been afraid of anyone. I cast a glance at Ling'er and Ah Lei at the same time." The two summoned beasts simultaneously pounced towards Qing He.

Ah Lei turned to the huge dragon and said, "Elder sister, we each have our own reasons. We can only offend you."

The female dragon said, "This is also fate. My master treats me very well, and I can't possibly leave him. Come, let us share the advantages."

All of a sudden, another ball of mist appeared in front of Qing He, followed by a huge black tiger about Ling'er's size.

Pandora, who was standing some distance away, was surprised. She covered her mouth and was surprised at herself.