Inside the golden chariot, the pair of overbearing eyes suddenly rolled up a terrible light, sweeping out like two beams of skylight, and a terrifying power overflowed!

Obviously, the third prince also heard the real meaning of Ye Wuque's words!

Being nakedly despised!

The seventh prince on the other side still had a faint smile on his face, but he couldn't help but praise Ye Wuque in his heart!

"Master Que is Master Que, and he is so bloodless when he is against people!"

The beautiful eyes of Shenyou Diji also looked at Ye Wuque again at this moment, and they were still deeply amazed!

"What a great power! Why, third brother, you won't be angry?"

The seventh prince's timely voice sounded, as if with an incredible meaning, looking at the golden chariot from a distance, who can see that this is a mockery.

Immediately, the terrifying momentum disappeared, and the third prince regained his calm in the golden chariot. With a rumble, the chariot slowly fell to the ground, and everyone followed it down.

"What a great Tiandan Hou... Very good..."

The Third Prince's indifferent voice could no longer be heard with any sadness or joy, only a trace of indifference.

"Cough cough cough cough..."

At this moment, a hoarse dry cough suddenly sounded from the martial arts stage. No one noticed that an old and hunched figure appeared on the martial arts stage at some point. It was an old man in a black robe, as if he had always been here.

In an instant, including the Third Prince and the Seventh Prince, all the nobles present bowed slightly to this figure!

Ye Wuque looked at the old man, and he felt that he was very similar to the owner of the Seeking Talents Building!

"Is the palace-palace competition that happens every three months coming again..."

"Alas, my old bones are always tossed around by you two, cough cough cough..."

"Okay, okay, since it has started again, let's follow the old rules. The two princes' Yishi Palace and Qiren Mansion will each send one person to compete on the martial arts stage. The loser will stay, and the winner will continue. The latecomer will challenge until the end. The side represented by the person who finally stands on the martial arts stage is the winner."

As the black-robed old man finished speaking, Ye Wuque also knew the rules of the palace-palace competition. It

was very simple, just fight on the ring, the winner stays, and the loser continues to make up, until there is no more room for improvement, whoever stands at the end will be the final winner.

"Then let's start..."

"Slow!"

But at this moment, the voice of the third prince sounded again in the golden chariot!

"Seventh Prince, every palace-palace competition is like this, and this palace has won too many times, it really feels boring, why don't we play a little bigger this time, how about it?"

The third prince's sudden words made everyone's eyes flash slightly!

"Play bigger?"

The Seventh Prince, who was already sitting cross-legged on the nine-headed silver eagle, looked at the Third Prince in the golden chariot. An unpredictable light flashed in the depths of his eyes, and then he smiled lightly: "This is not like what the Third Brother said, it sounds a bit strange..."

"What? Old Seven, are you scared?"

In the golden chariot, the Third Prince still spoke calmly, but with a strong and domineering attitude.

"Since the Third Brother is so excited, Old Seven will accompany you!"

"Okay!"

"I don't know how big the Third Brother wants to play?" "

It's very simple. In the past, it was just a simple win or loss, and it was just a matter of time. This time, no matter whether it is the Yishi Hall or the Qi Ren Mansion, don't show mercy. On the martial arts stage, life and death are not a big deal. Old Seven, what do you think?"

"Of course, if Old Seven doesn't dare, or doesn't want to, I won't force you."

Cruel and domineering words came from the golden chariot, with a kind of iron-blooded meaning!

After hearing the words of the Third Prince, the masters of the Yishi Hall looked at the members of the Qi Ren Mansion with a cold and cruel look!

The members of the Qi Ren Mansion did not change their expressions, but just sat quietly on the stone bench.

"It seems that the third brother has become more ruthless after returning from the front line this time. On the martial arts stage, life and death are not important, so come on."

The seventh prince finally expressed his position.

The old man in black robe did not stop the third and seventh princes from changing the rules. He seemed to be just a referee, but in the end he still coughed and said: "If someone can surrender in time, the winner will not be able to make a move again."

The third and seventh princes surprisingly did not object, and obviously chose to acquiesce to the words of the old man in black robe.

Huang Xingteng, who was sitting quietly beside the golden chariot, had a smile on his face at this moment. In the depths of his narrow eyes, he quietly looked at Uncle Cang in the Qi Ren Mansion opposite! Uncle Cang

also sat quietly among everyone, looking as if he was drowsy, with his hands in his sleeves, but at this moment his fingers were shaking slightly!

"Has everything been arranged?"

The voice from Huang Xingteng sounded silently in Uncle Cang's mind!

"It's done."

Uncle Cang did not speak, nor did he transmit the sound, but the fingers in his sleeves were tapping gently, forming a peculiar rhythm and sound waves.

This is the special and secret way of transmitting information between Uncle Cang and Huang Xingteng, which can isolate all investigations to the greatest extent!

"Very good, what about Que Ye?"

"This person is under strict protection and cannot be taken, but I have gained his trust. When the time comes, we can follow the method of last time and send him to the west!" After

getting Uncle Cang's answer, Huang Xingteng did not continue to speak, and a hint of self-conceit flashed in his narrow eyes that everything was under control!

He saw one hand gently placed on the golden chariot, and he was obviously transmitting the sound to the third prince inside.

However, Huang Xingteng did not notice that the seventh prince, who was sitting cross-legged on the nine-headed silver eagle opposite the martial arts stage, also flashed a sneer in his eyes at this moment!

"The battle for the palace begins now!"

As the black-robed old man gave the order, the atmosphere on the Sky Throne became heated!

"Hahahaha... you useless people from the Qi Ren Mansion! Who will come to die first?!"

A long and proud laugh sounded, and a majestic figure rushed out from the side of the Strange Man Hall, like an iron tower, and landed heavily on the martial arts stage!

This was a man with bulging muscles all over his body, as if he was made of fine iron, giving off a ferocious look! !

He stood proudly on the martial arts stage, with a powerful wave of cultivation spreading out, and glanced at the people in the Strange Man Mansion with an undisguised contempt!