Prehistoric: The first disciple of the sect

Chapter 1799 Fighting for the Crown Prince and Fighting Ao Lie
  Zhang Yan now sat on the bed and meditated.

Thousand-year-old flat peaches are healing Zhang Yan's wounds.

Zhang Yan took a deep breath and felt the spiritual energy flowing through his body.

The week was quickly up.

Zhang Yan got up early.

Unwrapped a week-old bandage under the windowsill.

The wound under the bandage has healed, and with the effect of the thousand-year-old peach, Zhang Yan's internal strength has also been healed to a certain extent.

Zhang Yan packed up his clothes, took his God-killing Spear, and arrived at the arena square ahead of schedule.

Zhang Yan was in a very excited mood today.

When I thought about having to fight Ao Lie later, my whole body was in a state of excitement.

More and more people gathered in the square.

Zhang Yan looked around.

I didn't see Gao Gao who entered the finals like him.

Zhang Yan shrugged, maybe this kid gave up on the campaign.

"dong dong dong"

"dong dong dong"

The rhythmic sound of gongs and drums beating on both sides of the ring was deafening.

Zhang Yan was ranked among the teams that were selected one after another and were the last to participate in the finals.

Except for Zhang Yan who didn't see Ao Lie, the other nine people who were going to duel were all here.

Could it be that Ao Lie was trying to do something behind the scenes? Zhang Yan thought that things in Dragon Palace were not so unfair.

Ao Lie wore black clothes and walked into the ring with a silver sword in his hand.

Zhang Yan sneered.

Just this gesture of Ao Lie wanted to show on his face that I am of pure dragon blood, and that I will inherit my father's position and become the Dragon Prince of Beihai Dragon Palace.

Ao Lie indeed thought so in his heart.

Ao Lie wanted something that he had never gotten since he was a child.

Therefore, Ao Lie is bound to win the election for the Beihai Dragon Prince.

Even if he took ten thousand steps back, he wouldn't lose to Zhang Yan. Ao Lie, who had already seen Zhang Yan, walked straight to the front row and stood in the first duel position.

"Tch, what are you pretending to be?"

No one dares to talk about Ao Lie's willfulness.

The final kicked off as the drums stopped.

The rules of the finals are no different than before.

The duel is based on drawing lots.

There are a total of ten people present. They are fighting in pairs. The person who is beaten down within the time of burning incense will lose.

If the duel between the two parties is difficult to decide, the game can be played until the remaining players are off the field.

If one of the other pairs wins during the fight, they can match up with the remaining people present until the winner is determined.

The referee announced the final rules.

So the next step is for everyone to touch the cards while blindfolded.

Zhang Yan, like other candidates, wore the black cloth strips prepared on the field and tied his eyes tightly to protect his left arm.

The lottery plate was handed to Zhang Yan.

Zhang Yan thought for a moment and took out the middle note.

"Okay, all contestants can take off the rags, look at the paper in their hands, find the corresponding opponent, listen to the drums and decide to start the competition!"

"Boom!" A sound.

Zhang Yan saw Ao Lie walking straight towards him.

Zhang Yan's whole nerves were beating.

Is it really such a coincidence that he got the chance to face off against Ao Lie?

The corners of Zhang Yan's mouth twitched a few times.

This fate seems to be destined.

Zhang Yan took the initiative to line up with Ao Lie, who was dueling.

Ao Lie's expression was one of contempt, and his nose almost touched Zhang Yan's face.

(End of this chapter)