Douluo: Prime Minister, I understand

Chapter 426 The presence of strong men intensifies, the King of Slaughter appears, and Lan Ying's crisis!
Boom~!

The ground trembled, and the stone pillar cracked.

The soul master who spoke was hung on the stone pillar, with his waist and abdomen pierced through.

The audience was silent for a moment, and countless people swallowed dryly.

Sure enough, just as in the legend, Nicholas killed people without batting an eyelid, and he shot fiercely.

"Noisy." Nicholas snorted coldly, shaking his arm.

Whoosh~!

Pulled by the iron chain, the black iron epee returned to his hand in an instant.

The burst of air in an instant caused everyone in the audience to take three steps back.

Even Lan Ying behind the registration desk staggered back two steps.

But no one noticed that Cao An was standing next to the registration desk, closer to Nicholas' cheap position than Lan Ying.

But there was a smile on the corner of his mouth, and his figure didn't move at all, as stable as Mount Tai.

Nicholas swung his cheap epee, pointed at everyone, and said indifferently: "There are some things that should be said, and some things that should not be said, whoever dares to slander Lan Ying, don't blame me for killing him, if you don't want to die, you can try it. "

"Hey, third child, what kind of hand did you move? It scared your little sister Lan Ying." Nicholas stretched out his hand to the person in front of him, and lightly placed it on the edge of his sword.

Zheng~!

With a flick of his finger, the epee fell to the ground and sank three points.

"Hmph, since the second brother spoke, let's forget about it."

After Nicholas said cheaply, he immediately looked at Lan Ying humbly, and said in a questioning tone: "Xiaoying, are you okay, I scared you just now, I'm sorry."

Click~!

The corner of Cao An's mouth twitched, he looked at Lan Ying, then at Nicholas.

Really Beauty and the Beast? !
If the two of them had really been together, Cao An wouldn't touch Lan Ying.

Nicholas is inferior to this explosive maniac, he is tall and brave.

The women he touched were worse than those touched by Long En.

Cao An didn't want to touch a little beauty with a pure and loli appearance, but the inside was already dilapidated.

If Lan Ying is really like this, she is much more serious than Bai Mei's behavior.

Lan Ying clenched her fists tightly, rolled her eyes, looked fiercely at Nicholas, and said, "What do I have to do with you, take care of yourself, and don't call me Xiao Ying, if you sign up, immediately, if you don't sign up, get out."

"Hey, Miss Lan Ying, you can't say that. You can't be a couple, but you can still be a lover, right? Our third brother is infatuated with you."

At this time, the man in front of Nicholas took a step forward, raised his arms, and the hat on his robe slipped off. He made a sound slowly, with a faint smile on his lips.

In an instant, a handsome and boundless face came into everyone's eyes.

The person's skin glowed with a faint luster.

The hair is also black and shiny.

Dressed in neat white clothes, the top is spotless.

Especially in his hand, what he holds is not a weapon, but a whiter small folding fan.

Boom~!

The audience fell silent, and countless female soul masters opened their eyes for an instant, and passed out one by one.

When they passed out, they were still looking at this person's face obsessively.

And the male soul masters rioted directly, with deep jealousy in their eyes.

"It turned out to be of high quality. He has won 79 consecutive victories in the Hell Slaughtering Fields. His greatest strength is not his strength, but his appearance. He can easily fascinate any woman."

"After hearing that he had won consecutive victories, he took ten hell messengers back to play, but unexpectedly came out again."

"The strength of this person is absolutely terrifying. He has come out, so who is standing in the first place?"

Everyone looked at No.1.

However, his robe was too tight to see clearly.

Gao Gao waved his folding fan, smiled at Lan Ying, and said, "Miss Lan Ying, what do you think?"

Lan Ying blushed, but calmed down for a moment, and replied coldly: "Is it none of your business, if you don't sign up, get out."

"You..." There was a twitch on the high-quality and handsome face.

He was really speechless.

Lan Ying, who was blushing when she saw him before, what happened now, she was not shy when she saw him.

Lan Ying tilted her face up, and slightly raised the corner of her mouth.

The high quality is really cool.

But these days she has been tormented by someone, and she has become indifferent to the word handsome.

Lan Ying quietly glanced at Cao An twice.

Compared with high quality, Cao An is more handsome? !
She is indifferent to Cao An, isn't she even more indifferent to high quality? !

"Second, it's alright, we have business to come out, this time we come out, we must win."

A heavy voice sounded, and everyone's eyes focused on No.1 of the eight powerhouses.

Everyone's eyes met.

Lan Ying also looked over.

In an instant, her face turned pale, as if thinking of something terrible.

Her small mouth moved slightly, and three weak words came out: "Miao Renfeng."

Boom~!

Bang~!

The audience was silent again, and everyone seemed to have a beat in their hearts.

There was horror in the eyes of the soul masters.

This time, they backed away in fear.

"Miao Renfeng, a taboo existence in the killing field, 99 consecutive victories, a strong man three years ago, a legend three years later, and no one who has challenged him has survived."

"I heard that he has a death-proof token in his hand, which was given to him by the King of Slaughter. It is absolutely unprecedented."

"99 consecutive victories, it turns out that the person in the legend is him."

The soul masters lowered their heads one after another, and the newcomers who had only a short time were even more terrified.

The indifference on Lan Ying's face disappeared, and he became respectful in an instant.

Miao Renfeng smiled, waved his arm, and his face appeared.

The appearance of vicissitudes.

Gray beard.

Wrinkled face.

If you are fooled by his kind appearance, you are really fooled.

Miao Renfeng killed more people than the killing fields of hell.

Especially for the Hell Envoy, he always abuses first and then kills.

"Master Miao Renfeng." Lan Ying lowered her head, with her small hands on both sides of her short legs, still trembling uncontrollably.

"Xiaoying, I haven't seen you for a few years. She has matured a lot, not bad." Miao Renfeng licked her lips, looking up and down at Lan Ying appreciatively.

For a moment, Lan Ying felt a chill in his heart.

She is also the messenger of hell, if Miao Renfeng targets her, she will definitely end up worse than death.

This time!

Boom~!

An invisible breath swept past.

Above the killing field, a throne emerged, and the voice of the King of Slaughter came slowly: "Hell Messenger, the battle is about to begin, everything continues."

"Yes." Lan Ying let out a long sigh of relief.

The appearance of the Slaughter King relieved the surrounding pressure a lot, and Miao Renfeng's aura was instantly emptied.

"Eight, the record is over, please go to the preparation area." Lan Ying slightly bent down and made a gesture of invitation.

Miao Renfeng swept her body, turned and walked towards the preparation area.

The eight powerhouses left, and the active atmosphere around the registration platform resumed.

The Slaughter King looked down and asked coldly: "How many people signed up for this battle? Can it start?"

"Back to the Slaughter King, there are nine people in total." Lan Ying raised her head, and immediately lowered her face after speaking, her face pale.

Nine people couldn't start the battle.

It takes ten people.

The Slaughter King narrowed his eyes, and a cold aura began to sweep across.

He looked at Lan Ying with sharp eyes: "If this battle cannot start, you can die."

"Yes." Lan Ying immediately bent down, with fear in his eyes.

She is frantically looking for the tenth person.

But the people around were afraid of not being able to make it in time, and they had already retreated ten feet away.

It's a joke, whoever participates in this battle will die.

What kind of powerhouses are in power now? !

Everyone knows it well.

Those with less than [-] consecutive victories are not even eligible to touch the killing field.

(End of this chapter)