With the thirtieth opponent, Zhuan Yang's battle becomes more and more difficult. This opponent is proficient in eighteen kinds of weapons, integrates hundreds of martial arts, and has very powerful strength, which is almost equivalent to one-tenth of Zhuan Yang's.

"No, I can't hold on with the Fire Gang alone. One percent of my internal strength is really not enough to get through the first fifty levels."

Zhuan Yang transformed into another wave of frost energy.

In an instant, the ice-gang realm enveloped the fighting platform, and the enemy turned into a shining silver ice sculpture.

"It turns out to be the dual attributes of ice and fire? Wait, does this mean that his Gang Realm is the dual heaven of ice and fire?"

"With this strength, you should be able to compete in fifty games, right?"

Below the fighting stage, the crowd was talking a lot. Peng Yu threw a million dollars, and his big stunt attracted many spectators, including many martial arts masters.

"His strength is definitely not that of an ordinary warrior from the lower realm. I know the Liemen Realm well. It is a small world where the God Emperor refines the Everlasting Lamp Oil, and there is absolutely no ice martial arts."

"Based on his fighting skills, he doesn't look like a warrior from the lower world. There are traces of military fighting skills, but he also has the foundation of aristocratic family martial arts. And he seems to be well adapted to the gravity of Dakun. He should be a local citizen. He is also a son of a certain aristocratic family.

Come out? Humph - these people pretend to be civilians all day long, is it interesting?"

"Have you noticed that his last move of Frost Xuangang just now has traces of Marshal Shentu's moves?"

The audience was so discerning that they easily took off Zhuan Yang's vest.

A warrior from the lower realm? Stop making trouble. How can a warrior from the lower realm be of this level?

When the dealer saw Zhuan Yang showing his second strength, he was secretly glad that he had just adjusted the odds.

"Fortunately, I just estimated him as a young master from a big family. Otherwise, I would have made a lot less money if he had higher odds."

The cylinder once again sent out a reward, which was a pill to enhance internal strength.

"Tch—it's not even as good as the lowest elixir that Mr. Wang has. He's just trying to trick ordinary warriors."

Zhuan Yang paused the challenge and jumped off the fighting platform to rest.

When the crowd saw him, they immediately separated into a small lane.

On the one hand, it was for this young man of unknown origin. But more importantly, it was for the "financier father". Obviously, these were two young men from aristocratic families who came out to play, and that young man definitely came from a top aristocratic family and could not be offended.

Zhuan Yang faced the strange looks from a group of people and came to the edge of the long shed.

Xiao Mujuan failed to find Peng Yu and came back to wait for Zhuan Yang.

"Sister, how are you? It's amazing, isn't it? It's just a hundred people pass, isn't it easy? A stunning talent, I'm going to make a decision."

Jiang Ling handed him the kettle.

Gudong, Gudong...

Moistening his throat, Zhuanyang was about to speak when he suddenly saw a sign next to him.

"Throw a million dollars, a shocking bet!" Next to the eight shining golden characters, there is a portrait of Zhuan Yang. On the other side, above the young man's head are three big red headlines, "Shocking Talent".

Bang——

The kettle was crushed, and splashing water dropped all over the body.

Zhuan Yang's expression turned ferocious: "That guy is following you secretly!"

Throwing away his soaked coat, he gritted his teeth angrily: "That bastard, you really dare to run away. If something happens, none of us can afford to die. It must be the Hua Deng Jie, I must have followed you from there."

Xiao Muju: "How did you know he was coming?"

"Haha - in today's world, he is the only one who dares to throw so much money to bet that I will win."

After all, he knows my practice progress best.

Even with one million gold, he would dare to take action.

After thinking about it, Zhuan Yang said to Jiang Ling: "How much money you have brought, take it out, I will also bet."

Aren’t I just betting on myself to win? Isn’t this simple?

"But... Young Master, Miss Muyu and I both suppressed it. I helped the Sixth Young Master do it, and Miss Muyu..."

Zhuan Yang turned to Xiao Mujuan: "Sister? Didn't you beat me to victory?"

Xiao Muju's eyes wandered.

"Tch - you'll pay for it then." Zhuan Yang said carelessly: "A man who is astonishing in the world and comes back after three hundred years must be this young master."

"Then I would like to congratulate the Third Young Master in advance." A soft voice sounded slowly, and Eunuch Li came over with several guards.

He saw the sign next to the betting board and looked at the dealer thoughtfully.

The banker is a disciple of the Temple of War, so he is not afraid of a eunuch from the Heavenly Palace. But when the eunuch comes...

He glanced at Zhuan Yang: What is the origin of this kid?

Zhuan Yang knew Eunuch Li and greeted him.

Eunuch Li flicked his fly whisk, and white clouds enveloped Zhuanyang, the three of them, and himself.

"Third Young Master, it seems that His Highness the Sixth Prince has great confidence in you."

Zhuan Yang was noncommittal: "My father-in-law came to the War Temple. Do you have palace affairs?"

"I have two purposes for this trip. One is to secretly monitor the successors of the Nine Realms of Miluo, and the other is to come to see the Third Young Master. Your Majesty has an order to ask you about the Sixth Highness."

"His Majesty the God Emperor has sent many teachers to Simu Palace, do you still need to find me specifically?"

As far as Zhuan Yang knew, when Kun Hao came up with the curriculum that was similar to punishment, the teachers immediately sent it to the God Emperor.

After the God-Emperor nodded in agreement, he called the fourth and fifth princes to him, took pictures of Kun Hao's curriculum and scolded his two brothers for playing with things and not studying hard, asking them to learn from their younger brother.

According to gossip, the fourth and fifth princes lost their temper, and the furnishings in the palace were changed several times in three days.

After Zhuan Yang got the news and shared it with the Sixth Prince, he saw that man start to show off his acting skills.

In front of himself, he broke the white porcelain bottle in Simu Palace. Then he pretended to go to the magic teacher to learn how to repair it.

It is euphemistically called: "Practice cleanly and frugally, and avoid waste."

Obviously, this was secretly applying eye drops to the fourth and fifth princes.

Soon, the magic teacher wrote down the matter and sent it to the Emperor of God.

Zhuan Yang had to mourn for the two young princes who were thousands of miles away.

With a black-hearted younger brother and a biased father, he was just being bullied silently.

But - well done!

Zhuan Yang was often secretly ostracized by the fourth and fifth princes in the Tiangong. The sixth prince gave them both eye drops. Although Zhuan Yang said he disliked them, he was secretly happy in his heart.

Zhuan Yang looked at Eunuch Li: "With so many people watching, does Kun Hao have anything to ask me specifically?"

Eunuch Li smiled: "We servants, how can we know His Majesty's Sacred Heart?"

He took out the letter written by the Emperor of God to Zhuan Yang.

After seeing the above words, Zhuan Yang's expression changed drastically and he subconsciously destroyed the letter.

"Your Majesty has ordered that after the Third Young Master reads the letter, it is best to destroy it directly - well, Young Master has already destroyed it."

Zhuan Yang had a gloomy face.

The God Emperor's letter only asked one question: How close is Hao'er's divine veins to recovery?

He knows, the God Emperor actually knows!

Zhuan Yang panicked. So, what he and Wang Jian did over the years were all under the eyes of the God Emperor? Did he know from the beginning that His Highness's divine veins were lost? He allowed Kun Hao to practice in Simu Palace so that we could help him recover.

Bloodline? Those teachers are not only there to supervise the Sixth Prince’s studies, but also to supervise our actions?

"Father-in-law, please give me a reply."

Eunuch Li waved his hand, took out the bamboo tube and handed it to Zhuan Yang.

Zhuan Yang didn't know why, so he opened it and poured out ten red beans.

With a dull expression, he stuffed it back in. With a gentle force of Gang Qi, he crushed seven of them, and then fastened the plug. Finally, he used thirty-six colors of sky light to form a Heavenly Gang Seal to lock the bamboo tube.

"Father-in-law, please send it back."

Eunuch Li removed Baiyun and left with the bamboo tube.

"Master, he is..."

"Ignore him, it's okay for now."

Since the God Emperor did not pursue the matter directly, it meant that he was unwilling to expose the matter. As long as Kunhao's divine veins can be restored, everything will be easy to talk about.

but--

Zhuan Yang was helpless when he thought that Kun Hao was not doing his job properly and had spent eight years focusing on the immortal arts of the universe without studying the "Kunwu Heavenly Emperor Sutra" at all.

"If your Majesty turns around and finds out that his son has no intention of practicing the Kunwu Divine Technique at all, and you get angry at that time, don't come to me. Who made your son obsessed with immortality? This is your family's ancestral heritage. If you have the ability, you go to the Spirit Emperor.

"

After resting for a while, Zhuan Yang jumped onto the fighting platform again.

New enemies appeared, but they were defeated one by one under the attack of the Ice and Fire Gang Realm.
To be continued...