Chapter 301 The Fight Will End, Rewards for Meritorious Deeds (1)

This is the cruelty of the fighting generals in front of the battle.

There is no theory of two wins in three rounds, and there is no practice of admitting defeat in advance. It is agreed that the limit is three rounds, then it must be three rounds, no more than one round, no less than one round, and there is no end to death!

In the battles that have been initiated before, no matter whether the human race is dominant or the monster race is superior, there has never been a precedent for forgiving Yifang.

Everyone or monsters will take the opportunity to kill the opponent's team without a trace of mercy!

This time, if Jinmei's side has an absolute advantage, it is bound to pursue the victory all the way and kill all the next two teams of the human race. There has never been a friendly day between the human race and the monsters.

With a wave of his hand, Fu Zhengqing recalled all the remaining twenty-nine members of the battle field to his own battle formation. Those who were injured or disabled were replaced, and then the missing members were made up from Dai Xing City.

The second team was fully prepared, and Fu Zhengqing didn't even do the most basic cover, so that Jinmei, who was opposite, could clearly see the human team's staffing.

"Jinmei, our side is ready, and it's time for your people to play, please!"

Fu Zhengqing urged softly, with an extremely contented expression on his face.

Generally speaking, it would be meaningless to continue fighting in the next fight. As long as Jinmei is not stupid, knowing that she will lose, she will definitely not invest in the real genius monster clan to die.

In the second and third rounds that followed, most of the players that Yaozu could send to participate in the battle were cannon fodder specially used to send them to death.

But even so, Fu Zhengqing didn't intend to let them go at all, and continued to greet Jinmei's old face with a loud slap.

In Fu Zhengqing's view, all monsters deserve to die, no matter if they are geniuses or useless, if they can die one more, they will earn one more!

In short, the Chi Clan must not let the Golden Browed Eagle King feel better.

"Fu Zhengqing, don't be too complacent, you will pay the corresponding price for this sooner or later!"

The Golden Browed Eagle King's voice was stern, but he didn't say anything like admitting defeat and begging for mercy, and he didn't have the courage to just throw his hands away and ignore it.

This is a rule established in advance between it and Fu Zhengqing and the two kings. When the agreement was made, it was evidenced by the rules of heaven and earth. If it wants to cancel it, it needs to be approved by both it and Fu Zhengqing to take effect.

Otherwise, if it dares to unilaterally tear up the agreement, not to mention whether Fu Zhengqing will spare it, it will be backlashed by the rules, and its realm will even drop sharply because of this. This is definitely not a situation it wants to see.

After hesitating for a while, the Golden Browed Eagle King waved his hand, and thirty juvenile red eagles reappeared in the field of battle. All of them were at the first level of strength, and they should be regarded as the existence with the lowest cultivation level of their red eagle clan.

Fu Zhengqing was not surprised at all. The Chiying clan was very talented. Even the cubs that had just hatched basically started at the level of first-level monsters.

Now these young eagles, which seem to be more than three meters tall, are at least three years old.

With the cultivation characteristics of monsters, cubs that haven't broken through to level two or even level three monsters in three full years are basically trash.

Jinmei threw out the waste descendants of these ethnic groups so simply and sent them to death, which can be regarded as the use of waste, and took the opportunity to clear up the redundancy in the clan.

But even so, Jin Mei's face was not good-looking when he saw the blood of his own family being slaughtered by the human race.

In the battle field.

The two sides were ready to fight, the exit door was closed again, the sky brightened, the restriction in the middle gully was lifted, and Yang Fan and the others saw the strength of the monster on the other side clearly at the first time.

This time, the young people in the Terran team reacted completely differently from last time. They all raised their eyebrows and looked disgusted.

"Fuck! Why are they all first-class monsters?"

"It's not fun to kill such rubbish!"

"Where are the fifth-level demon generals, give me another fight! Bring some little monsters who are not even second-level, and fool the ghosts?!"

Each of the young warriors looked extremely relaxed and comfortable, bragging so much that they didn't even write a draft, as if they were able to kill thirty five-level monster generals in one fell swoop just now, it was really their own credit.

Yang Fan stood in the crowd with an extremely disappointed expression on his face. Looking at the thirty first-level little monsters who were trembling with fright, he didn't even have the slightest desire to make a move.

The peak martial artists standing in front of the team turned around and glanced at them, and then their eyes fell on Yang Fan, who was only a fourth-level martial artist.

"Little brother, you, yes, it's you, the little brother wearing the uniform of the South China Martial Arts School!"

The leader of a peak martial artist waved at Yang Fan very kindly, and said: "Little brother, don't say that brothers won't give you a chance to fight the enemy. Have you seen the group of first-level red eagles opposite? Now, they are all Yours! Be good, Mr. Fu Wang is watching you, come on! We are here to support you!"

What about lying to children?

Yang Fan was speechless for a while.

These guys, really treat him as a soy saucer?

ァ新ヤ~⑧~1~中文网ωωω.χ~⒏~1zщ.còм

They were too lazy to fight those first-level monsters, so they handed over the finishing work to themselves with the lowest cultivation level in the team.

But well.

This is exactly what Yang Fan wanted, killing monsters and earning experience, even if the experience that the current first-level monsters can provide him is already a drop in the bucket, but no matter how small the mosquito is, it is still meat, so you can't dislike it.

Yang Fan cupped his hands to the several peak martial artists in front of him, and put on an awe-inspiring posture that did his part, and then he made a mistake and flew towards the group of monsters opposite him in an instant.

"You killed a first-level monster, the Red Eagle, and your combat experience has improved, blood strength +8, and spiritual will +1."

"You killed a first-level monster, Red Eagle, and your combat experience has improved, blood strength +9, and spiritual will +1."

"..."

Not surprisingly, the thirty first-level monsters were all killed in Yang Fan's hands without any resistance. For this, Yang Fan got 290 ticks of energy and blood strength, and thirty points of spiritual will. There is nothing left.

Yang Fan curled his lips in distaste. Sure enough, in this level of battle, even the king from the outside view was not in the mood to lower the will of the king. This made his plan to capture more of the will of the king completely ruined.

"It's really stingy, we are working hard inside, and the two kings are even reluctant to come down with a little king's will. They are not benevolent at all!"

Yang Fan complained in his heart, he didn't even bother to use the collection technique, there was no need to waste his collection space for some worthless first-level materials.

As for the red eagle corpse on the ground, Yang Fan wanted Dahei to go and sweep it again, but the silly dog ​​showed a disgusted expression, unwilling to come out for life and death, and said boldly: "This Wang will be here soon." The sixth-level demon king, don't bring this kind of food that can't be seen on the table in the future, and you will lose your share!"

"Woof! With the flesh and blood of a monster that is lower than the second level, I can't even look at it. Huh, he is so arrogant!"

Then, Yang Fan directly gave it a spiritual chain very bluntly, making this silly dog ​​realize once again that no matter what it becomes or how high its cultivation level is, its master will always be its master.

If you dare to expand so much, just cut it off!

Soon, Dahei called his father again with his tail between his legs, but he still insisted not to eat the flesh and blood of those first-level red eagles.

Ok!

Yang Fan shook his head speechlessly. He didn't expect that even Dahei, who has the blood of the Swallowing Beast, would start to picky eaters. How can there be any reason for this?

He returned to his team awkwardly, before Yang Fan could stand up, Tian Mu above his head became dark and empty again, and thirty monsters appeared in the opposite battle formation again.

The third round, almost in an instant, started again.

Not surprisingly, the task of cleaning up the garbage fell on Yang Fan again.

More than ten seconds later, the anticlimactic battle ended. In order to prevent the golden-browed eagle king from becoming angry and attacking the thirty human martial artists below, Fu Zhengqing waved everyone back to the place as soon as the battle ended. Dai Xingcheng.

Seeing this, the Golden Browed Eagle King let out a cold snort, and walked away without even saying hello.

"This is the dogwood fruit you asked for, I hope you will be so lucky forever in the future!"

Before leaving, it threw Fu Zhengqing an animal skin bag, which contained a hundred thousand-year-old dogwood fruits. It was considered as the completion of the final bet.

Fu Zhengqing stretched out his hand to take the animal skin bag, and then his expression of joy suddenly changed. He didn't bother to check the dogwood fruit in the animal skin bag, and a shield of will directly protected all the peak masters who were still guarding the sky above Daixing City. inside.

"Golden Eyebrow! The Green Ape with Arms! You are courting death for sneaking up on my human grandmaster without authorization!"

With a yell, Fu Zhengqing appeared on the top of Daixing City in a flash, his face bursting with anger, he raised his hand, and angrily sent a blow containing all his strength to the west and the east.

boom!

boom!

Where the strength passed, the surrounding space and light seemed to collapse and shatter in an instant, and a black hole the size of a bowl was directly exposed in the void.

At this moment, Jinmei, who had already fled thousands of miles away, was hit on the back shoulder, and blood spewed out from the eagle's head. escape.

On the other side, the weaker Gibbon King was hit directly in the chest, piercing through the front and rear, and half of his internal organs were gasified, but even so, the Gibbon King did not die immediately, and continued to run forward with blood spilled in the sky .

With a single blow, the two demon kings were bleeding. Fu Zhengqing's kingly strength shocked the Sable Beast King and the old Leopard who were still lurking in the dark. They hadn't fought each other for several years, and this human seemed to have become much stronger again.

At this moment, the two beast kings showed their kingly power one after another, and jointly pressured and warned Fu Zhengqing, which made Fu Zhengqing dare not attack easily, and continued to hunt and kill the golden-browed eagle king and the long-armed beast king.