Quick Travel: Save the poor little villain

Game day.

Feng Zian appeared next to the ring with a black line on his face, followed by the mighty Beifeng Country participating teams. Each one was proud and imposing, and the team of ten people suddenly felt like a hundred people.

When he saw Tianxuan Kingdom waiting on the other side, Feng Zian was speechless and simply rolled his eyes.

Last night, I went to the Tianxuan Kingdom contestant's courtyard to test out the results. I tested out two rooms in a row, and they were all doing Meng Lang's things, wishing they didn't hide even a single sound!

Other rooms were even more anxious, and everyone was fast asleep.

He didn't tell whether the young master of the Shen Pavilion was inside or not, and he was still angry to death.

But he was angry, and on the other hand, Feng Zian was disdainful. According to Tianxuan Kingdom's attitude in participating, Beifeng Kingdom must have won a big victory today!

After all, their warriors were still training until last night!

Jin Chen also noticed their state, lowered his eyes and sneered, these people didn't sleep last night, did they plan to sleep in the ring today.

The two groups looked at each other disgustedly. Soon the king arrived, and the arena was bustling with people watching. They were either military generals from the Yuncang Kingdom or people who paid a lot of money to get the viewing seats.

After all, it was about the life and death of the people in a city. Yuncang State was very attentive to the preparation of the competition facilities. It did not embezzle the preparation money given by the two big countries and used it all to build today's competition venue.

The military commander standing behind the king read out the rules of the game loudly.

"The rules of the competition are as follows: This competition lasts for three days. The first two days use a one-on-one competition system, with a total of ten pairs. Based on the time of one stick of incense, the winner will score one point and a total of ten points, and the tied two sides will not score."

"On the third day of the combined battle arena, the player will be pressed when two incense sticks have been burned. In the end, the team with the most players remaining in the arena will win, and ten points will be added directly."

The general closed the scroll and signaled to the leaders of the two teams, "Now please draw one-to-one wooden cards. The wooden cards with the same symbols are the fighting groups."

Ling Xiao and Feng Zian on the opposite side came over to collect the wooden sign tubes and took them back to draw lots for their respective teams.

After the drawing was over, the general announced again: "Today we will compete against five groups, with red, blue, green, yellow, and purple wooden cards. Please be prepared and compete in order."

After he finished speaking, the friends matched their colors.

In order, they are Jinchen, Ling Xiuyu, Jiang Yao, Lan Wuchang and Tingyang.

Xie Yuancheng laughed out loud, "Come up and give them some color to see!"

He stood up straight from Jinchen's arms, patted Jinchen's shoulder in a serious manner, and said in a friendly tone, "I am very optimistic about you, you will definitely bring glory to our country!"

Jinchen pulled his lips and smiled, pulled his fingers unceremoniously and kissed his lips, "Then should your Highness give me some pre-match rewards so that I can be more motivated?"

"What are you doing? There are so many people watching."

Xie Yuancheng was a little shy, so he pulled Jin Chen behind the curtain, held his neck, raised his head, and kissed the corners of his lips.

"Don't get hurt. You are so powerful, you can definitely protect yourself, right?"

Jinchen hugged him with one arm, gazed gently with his eyes, and said in a soft voice, "Since His Highness is speaking, I will not dare to disobey him."

"Brother Jin," Tingyang quietly closed his eyes from behind the curtain, "I didn't mean to watch! Master Ling asked you to go over and discuss tactics."

"coming."

Jinchen responded and led Xie Yuancheng outside.

Ling Xiao first asked Jinchen, "How do you plan to play today?"

After Jinchen finished thinking, he waved his hand to call over the friends who were competing today and started talking head to head.

"The Troublemaker method will be used by Lan Wuhuang today. Firstly, he can win by surprise. Secondly, Lan Wuhuang is not proficient. Even if they break it tonight, he can still use it tomorrow."

Lan Wuyang nodded, "Understood!"

A bronze bell rang and the first game began.

"Come on!" The ten friends cheered. Jinchen rubbed the top of Xie Yuancheng's hair and flew onto the ring.

Opposite him was a muscular man who looked tall and thick, the standard appearance of the so-called warriors of the Beifeng Kingdom. Yan Kong Jinchen looked away at one glance and clasped fists at each other.

"Young Master of Youmen Hall of Beifeng Kingdom, please give me your advice."

When Feng Jia came up, he announced his family name first. Youmen Hall is famous for its strength, which really shocked the crowd watching in the audience.

But when they saw Jinchen's face, their shock turned into admiration.

Apart from anything else, the young man from Tianxuan Kingdom is very good-looking. Looking at his elegant appearance in white clothes, those who didn't know better thought he was a god descending to earth to demonstrate his immortal power.

Jin Chen raised his eyes, his eyebrows were sparse, and his voice was careless, "Young Master of the Shen Pavilion, Jin Chen."

The scene was quiet for a moment, and then everyone was shocked!

"What...? Who did he say he was?"

The people in the audience burst into heated discussions, "The Divine Pavilion...is it the Divine Pavilion I know? Is it still the Young Master?"

"...There shouldn't be any sect in this world that dares to compete with the Shen Pavilion... The Shen Pavilion will actually fight on behalf of the Tianxuan Kingdom?"

"Yes, doesn't Shengge never participate in national struggles? What happened this time?"

"Hey, you don't know! It is said that the young master of the Shengge was originally this elder brother, and died in the Beifeng royal family a few years ago... Ah, yes! He was tortured to death by the eldest prince of the Beifeng Kingdom."

"Oh my gosh, Beifeng Country is so brave...but it seems that Jinchen is here for revenge...there will be a good show to watch."

There was constant noise in the audience, and Feng Zian's expression was extremely ugly. He never thought that this boy who looked like a pretty boy was the current young master of the Shen Pavilion, a person who was said to be even more beautiful and intelligent than his brother.

Jin Chen looked at Feng Zian in the audience, raised his eyebrows slightly, and his eyes rested on him, signaling murderous intent.

Feng Zian glared at Feng Jia, who was obviously a little frightened, and his threatening look was self-evident.

Feng Jia was scared, but there was nothing he could do. He had an arrow on the bowstring and had to shoot it!

"watch out!"

Feng Jia rushed over, very fast, trying to win by trickery.

The sword in his hand danced faster and faster, and the shadow of the sword flew directly towards Jin Chen's heart.

Jin Chen remained motionless when he rushed towards him. It was not until the sword blade was less than half an inch away from his heart that he nimbly dodged and dodged.

In an instant, the fierce murderous intention was revealed. Jin Chen used his strength in his arms and stood up from the ground. He suddenly knocked the long sword out of Feng Jia's hand. With a fierce move, he grabbed the person and knocked him towards the edge of the ring. His superb body skills were as fast as a shadow. Dazzling.

"what!!"

Following a scream, the entire audience suddenly fell into extreme silence, and the spectators did not dare to amplify their breathing.

Dead... dead. He actually died!

Blood dripped on the ground, one drop, two drops.

Feng Jia was stuck at the edge of the ring, with the broken blade pierced through his heart and inserted straight into the ring pillar. He knelt on his knees, his head hanging down helplessly.

Jin Chen stood in front of him, patted his cuffs, wiped his bloody fingers with a handkerchief, and then threw it casually on the face of Feng Jia, who had expired.

Then he looked lazily at Feng Zian, who had a gloomy face in the audience, his eyes were arrogant, and he slowly pulled his lips.

Feng Zian punched the table and cursed softly.

In an instant, the audience burst into enthusiastic exclamations. Watching the guards carry Feng Jia's body down, the entire atmosphere was completely ignited.

Who would have thought that Jinchen would kill someone directly!

"One-fifth of the stick of incense has not burned out! The Shenge is still the Shenge, the best gang in the world!"

"Jinchen must have come to Beifeng Kingdom this time! Just to avenge his brother."

"Look at the face of the eldest prince, are you afraid that he will be killed next? Hahaha, it's a good thing he didn't participate in the competition, otherwise he would be destined to die!"

Jin Chen flew off the ring, and his friends immediately cheered.

"Brother Jinniu! Defeat the enemy with one move!" Tingyang became excited.

After Jinchen accepted their compliments, he accurately took the little prince who threw himself into his arms. The coldness just now dissipated, and he held the person with gentle eyes.

"Have you given your Highness face?"

"You're so awesome!" Xie Yuancheng smacked his face and asked, "Are you feeling uncomfortable, right?"

Jin Chen sat next to him, leaning on Xie Yuancheng lazily like a boneless body, and hummed confidently, "Ouch, my back hurts."

"Then you rest." Xie Yuancheng didn't resist, and obediently acted as a pillow, and even squeezed Jin Chen's arm.