Chapter 973: Love and Romance

Things changed so fast. It was obviously a conflict with the third prince, but in the blink of an eye, Zhao Yiming and Jin Tongming were going to fight to the death on the ring.

Park Yuan looked at Jin Tongming with anger and said, "It seems that your Jin family is getting more and more arrogant. Maybe the whole family should give you the position of the first family.

I will report this matter to my master. Mr. Zhao is the apprentice of my master's old friend. You are a typical example of not giving my master face. We have a lot of fun."

Jin Tianfeng also looked at his cousin in disbelief. He didn't know what was wrong with this guy. He was crazy enough at ordinary times, and he thought that he was even more crazy than himself.

Jin Tongming also regretted it secretly in his heart. Why did he say such a thing when his head was hot, but now there are so many people as witnesses, and he has to fight.

As the initiator, the third prince was naturally hated by the two brothers. The guy's face was also swollen and red, knowing that this matter was getting more and more troublesome.

Zhao Yiming smiled and said, "It's just a fight in the ring, and I killed a few people, but it's really sad to think about it.

I heard that your official No. 1 master, Pu Wuji, was killed by the Mingjiao people. Now I'm killing your civilian No. 1 master. Do you think you will be embarrassed?"

Mo Dapeng said with a smile, "Yusheng, don't say that. What official and civilian No. 1 masters are just self-satisfied and shameless.

In our eyes, they are nothing. Why are you staring at them? If you don't agree, let's fight and see if I can beat you to a pulp."

Jin Tianfeng snorted and said, "Then let's play in the ring and see who can beat who to a pulp. Really overestimating yourself. "

Zhao Yiming laughed and said, "I have to tell my master when I go back. Sword Saint is not doing well. Anyone dares to challenge him. Saint-level masters are really not valued in your place.

In Luoyue Empire, Saint-level masters are the sky. Even His Majesty the Emperor has to give them enough respect. I will pack up and go back after the fight tomorrow.

I will also spread the word to other people on the mainland that the Saint-level masters of Goryeo are people that even the juniors can step on. I wonder if my master and others will laugh their jaws off after hearing this. "

He raised his level so high that Jin Tianfeng's face turned blue. He just said it casually, but after this guy interpreted it, it seemed to be true.

Zhao Yiming didn't give him a chance to explain. He yawned and said, "I came here for romance, not to argue with you guys. Besides, since you don't even take Saint-level masters seriously, I dare not say anything.

In my heart, the upgraded masters are the highest existence. They are the ones I need to look up to. I have to respect anyone. Respect comes from the bottom of my heart."

"Mr. Zhao is right. These guys are really too outrageous. Don't you all kneel down for me? I really don't know how I teach you."

A divine sense appeared in the sky. Zhao Yiming secretly felt it. It was still at the level of a semi-saint. There was a trace of bookish air in this divine sense. It should be the dean of the National Academy of Education, Park Quan.

The few people who had just spoken wildly all knelt on the ground. Everyone's face turned pale, especially Jin Tianfeng, who had blood flowing out of his seven orifices. It was obvious that he was punished.

At this time, another divine sense came over, and a very arrogant voice said: "Since this old poor man has punished you, this prince will let you go this time. Next time, whoever dares to disrespect the Saint-level strongman will be killed without mercy.

Tomorrow's ring competition will be held as usual. I also want to see how capable the disciple of the Saint of the Falling Moon Empire is. Jin Tongming, you can kill him if you want.

The other disciples will also participate in the battle. The Sword Saint Palace is on your side. Let's just have a team battle. 7 games and 4 wins will decide the winner."

A sharp sword energy came over, and the divine sense said in the air: "Since you are interested in this, then Let's play a little. It seems that you have forgotten the majesty of the Sword Saint because I haven't taken action for a long time. "

A gentle divine sense came over and said, "Do you think it's still the same as before? Now our strength has improved a lot. We may not be afraid of you in a fight."

Finally, the fifth divine sense came over and said with a strange laugh, "Don't embarrass yourself in front of the juniors. Let these juniors fight tomorrow. If you are not satisfied, the five of us will fight."

The five divine senses disappeared afterwards. It was obvious that they went to discuss how to fight tomorrow. The remaining people felt the pressure was relieved, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Park Won looked at the man opposite him angrily. This time, they really broke off relations. He said in a low voice: "It's nothing great for the Sword Saint Palace to fight four people alone."

Quan Tianba said loudly at this time: "We are the masters, of course, there are four teams. Two teams will decide the winner, and the two winners will compete for the first place. This is fair.

I just don't know if the third prince can form a team. If not, his team will not count. I don't know who of us will be lucky enough to get a bye."

"Who said we can't form a team? You really underestimate us. The third prince is a waste. Do you think there are no masters in our Taishang Wangye Mansion?"

A man in an official robe walked in from outside. This guy was the chief guard of the Taishang Wangye Mansion and Park Baichang's godson Park Yunfeng.

Now all the representatives of the five masters are here. Today is destined to be a fierce battle. Everyone watching is very excited and must pass this news back.

Zhao Yiming smiled and said, "I don't know how many people will be alive in tomorrow's battle. I'll treat you to a romantic dinner tonight. Let you drink the last flower wine in your life."

He called the madam over and threw a piece of low-grade spiritual crystal and said, "Call out all the best girls here to accompany you.

I still have five flowers waiting for me to pick at home. I won't fight with you for these withered flowers and willows. I will not show mercy on the ring tomorrow. I will kill you all."

These people seemed to be deaf to his words, and their eyes were all focused on the low-grade spiritual crystal. Only then did everyone know why the Sword Saint Palace spared no effort to help him.

Judging from the casualness of this guy's actions, his wealth is quite expensive. It should be said that he can beat people with money. If it were me, I would also serve him as my master.

Several people immediately set their sights on the Third Prince, wishing they could bite off a few pieces of flesh from him. This was definitely a very wasteful thing, and what a good opportunity was lost.