"Who beat Carson like this?" Yuk's beard covered the twitching of his muscles, and he actually felt a little weak at the moment.

If he had known that there were so many masters here, he would not have allowed Carson to provoke him in the first place. Now he is being roasted on the fire.

Yuke is very talented and became a fighting god at a very early age, so he has always been a little arrogant.

In addition, after becoming the God of Fighting, Yuke was praised to the sky all day long, and he had already become unscrupulous.

He specially raised a disciple whose talent was better than his own in his youth, so Youke naturally doted on him.

This was the first time that Carson was abused like this. Although Youke had not seen the worst, he could not bear it now. But after he yelled, he realized that the iron plate was really hard and it hurt so much when it hit his feet.

Youke is in a dilemma and can only hope that the master will behave like a master and not gang up on him.

How sharp is Yang Lan'er's eyes? She guessed most of Yu Ke's mind in a blink of an eye, but this person is like this. It is clear that he is playing the trick of playing a round-robin battle, but now he expects others to be graceful.

Therefore, strength is the bargaining chip that crushes everything. If you have strength, you can make the rules.

"It's me, what do you want to do?" Yang Lan'er had shown mercy just now, but Carson was weak and a little unhappy.

She squinted her eyes and looked at the big guy Youke, hoping that he was not just strong on the outside but weak on the inside. She should at least let her have a good fight. She was holding it in! Youke choked. To be honest, since he became a Dou Sheng, no one dared to give him face like this. He was used to a life of luxury and was furious at such an impolite attitude.

But Youke is not stupid after all. Seeing so many masters here, he dare not be presumptuous.

With eyes wide open, he could only accept it: "This adult is very powerful, why bother a child."

Yang Lan'er was surprised: "You mean, if your disciple throws white gloves at me, I can only stand there and let him hit me, right? Can you afford that price?"

The implication is that if she doesn't want to take action, she must be given a reason.

Which god of magic would let a saint of magic defeat him? Youke, the god of war, is not so shameless.

Youke choked, he knew about his disciple's temper, and he even intended to let him take the lead. If nothing else, if he asked for his advice, he might learn a lot of experience.

However, for the first time, Yuk didn't know what Carson was thinking. Throwing white gloves at a magic god? Did he really think he had the ability to make a comeback?

"But even if that's the case, why should Lord God of Law bother with a child?" Yuke said dissatisfiedly.

The main reason is that Carson's current appearance is too miserable. The defensive armor prepared for him by Yuke has been shattered into pieces, and his body has been subjected to intense exercise, and almost no fragments remain.

Yuke felt distressed as he had never seen his disciple so "weak" before. He was so protective of his disciple that he didn't even think about how offensive Carson's behavior was.

"Just a small fuss?" Yang Lan'er sneered, her eyes flickering. If anyone familiar with her saw this, they would know that this woman's venomous tongue was about to be activated: "So, why did Youke Doushen have to just put up with me? What qualifications and status do you have to question me? Shouldn't a child who is misbehaving be taught a lesson?"

"You want to duel with anyone you meet without even considering your own strength. Could it be that the Fighting God Yuke is so proud that he can do whatever he wants and not take anyone else into consideration?"

Yang Lan'er thought, why? This person should be too good-natured. Why should he take care of his face and his disciples? Yuke choked and really didn't know how to refute. After all, as a god-level figure, being provoked in person by the Sage of Magic was actually a very embarrassing thing, not to mention that the two of them had no friendship at all.

If Youke really dares to admit now that he does not take the people of the world seriously, I am afraid that within a few days, other god-level figures will come to him collectively!

Among the seven god-level figures, most of them have masters, but he is the only one who keeps to himself and has no backing.

On normal days, people don't fight with each other, and they will let go of some of their grudges. Otherwise, there will be a lot of suffering.

Everyone understands that cultivation is not easy. Having already reached this position, some things are no longer taken seriously. Naturally, there is nothing to fight for. Everyone takes a step back and tries to live in peace.

Youke said that just because he felt that his tone had softened, so Yang Lan'er should also take a step back so that they could resolve the matter amicably.

Of course, according to Youke's idea, Yang Lan'er would definitely suffer a little loss. Not to mention any compensation, just apologize to Carson and admit that she bullied the child, there would be no loss.

He was simply bullying Yang Lan'er because she was a new god of magic. He always thought that his strength must be higher than others and he had more experience, so he could still take advantage of her.

Yang Lan'er's thoughts were naturally different. She was not from this world to begin with, and she had no idea about the tacit understanding between the god-level figures, so naturally she would not suffer any loss.

What's more, she had been living a low-key life, but this man came to her on his own initiative and wanted to take advantage of her. There was no door, let alone a window.

"It's even better that the fighting god Youke has come. Your disciple is rushing around recklessly and has no etiquette at all. I have already educated him for you. You don't need to thank me." Yang Lan'er said with a sneer. Seeing that Youke's beard was about to stand up, he immediately felt satisfied.

"But for the rest, you have to pay for it on behalf of your disciple. If you don't educate him well, you will only be able to clean up the mess. The face of the Youke Fighting God is not necessarily worth much to me."

Such straightforward insults were something that Youke had rarely encountered before he became famous. He was holding his breath, unable to swallow or spit it out. His face under his beard had turned dark blue. "What compensation?"

"That's too much. What I said about your disciple rushing around recklessly was true. He broke his way into the door and really thought he was a dragon knight." Yang Lan'er nodded and let Youke see for himself. Only fragments of the door were left on the ground.

The corner of Heilong's mouth twitched, and he suddenly felt like he was shot by an arrow. This illusion of being shot in the chest made him swear to himself that he would take good care of the door in the future.

Why did he talk about dragon knights when he didn't say anything else? How could this dragon feel? How many years had it been since a dragon knight appeared on the continent?

The black dragon deeply believed that Yang Lan'er was warning it that it had too many criminal records and its dark history had been recorded.

It must be said that Black Dragon was overthinking it because of Yang Lan'er's reputation.

In this world, whether or not people have a knight complex, they probably all yearn to be dragon knights, so Yang Lan'er just said it casually and had no intention of hurting the Black Dragon.

"So what?" Youke was stunned for a moment, not knowing what Yang Lan'er was up to.