C180 Falcon (2/2)

When he becomes stronger in the future, he should be able to find out about the background of that little mouse.

There was still some time before the opening of Divine Wind Mystic Realm, so Fang Chen began to cultivate diligently. If he could break through to the eighth level of Qi Transformation when he entered Divine Wind Mystic Realm, he would be more confident.

In this period of time, the First Prince and the Eighth Prince had fought very fiercely. However, in terms of winning over the Qi Ranking experts, the First Prince was at a disadvantage.

Out of the thirty experts in Qi Ranking, the Eighth Prince had won over eighteen, while the First Prince had only won over twelve.

However, the real victor was Divine Wind Mystic Realm, so the two princes had set their sights on this trip to Divine Wind Mystic Realm.

One day, Fang Chen received a message from the Protect the King's Duanmu Wen. After stopping his cultivation, he immediately rushed to the The Palace of the Protector of the Kingdom.

At this time, in the garden of The Palace of the Protector of the Kingdom, there were a large number of warriors, and the one leading them was the Heavenly Demon King.

”Protect the King, is there no one else in your The Palace of the Protector of the Kingdom? You've already lost eight matches of the younger generation. There are only two matches left, how are you going to turn the tables? ” The Prince of Heavenly Demon sat in the center of the garden with a smile plastered on his face as he spoke.

On the other hand, Protect the King's face was filled with gloominess.

Ever since he had chosen the First Prince, the Eighth Prince had always been suppressing him. This time, they had even sent people from the Prince Sha's Mansion to pressure him.

If it was a normal day, Prince Sha's Mansion's disciples might not necessarily be able to win over The Palace of the Protector of the Kingdom's disciples, but it was different this time. Prince Sha's Mansion did not know where he had gotten this mysterious young man from, but this young man's strength was comparable to a Qi Ranking Ranker's, and Protect the King even suspected that he was a member of the Imperial Family.

The Prince Sha's Mansion came aggressively and said that he wanted to exchange ten matches between the young generation. At this time, the The Palace of the Protector of the Kingdom had already lost eight matches.

Just as the Heavenly Demon King spoke, the ninth match also began.

However, in a few moments, the The Palace of the Protector of the Kingdom's disciples were defeated by the Prince Sha's Mansion's disciples.

He had lost nine consecutive rounds, which made Protect the King feel very helpless.

It was also at this time that Fang Chen arrived.

”Uncle Wen.” Fang Chen shouted.

Seeing Fang Chen's arrival, Duanmu Wen's eyes lit up, and immediately called Fang Chen over to his side. After that, he explained in detail the sequence of events.

After Fang Chen heard this, he glanced at the Heavenly Demon King, then stood in the middle of the flower garden, and looked at the disciple of the Prince Sha's Mansion as he said in a deep voice: ”Let me fight for the tenth match.”

”Protect the King, this shouldn't be good, since the disciples of your The Palace of the Protector of the Kingdom are useless, why can't you look for help?” Prince Sha's Mansion joked.

Protect the King was just about to speak, but was snatched away by Fang Chen.

”My father and the Protect the King are brothers for life and death. On the other hand, I, Fang Chen can be considered a member of the The Palace of the Protector of the Kingdom.” Fang Chen said.

Hearing Fang Chen's words, the Protect the King nodded his head gratefully.

When the Heavenly Fiend King heard this, he was just about to speak when he saw the look in Falcon's eyes. In the end, he nodded and said: ”Alright, since that's the case, let's fight.”

Fang Chen was fighting a warrior from the young generation of the Prince Sha's Mansion.

Under Fang Chen's powerful attack, the warrior instantly lost the match.

Next, the second, the third …

Not long later, Fang Chen also won nine consecutive rounds, defeating all of the nine disciples who had previously won against the The Palace of the Protector of the Kingdom. It was only at this moment that Falcon finally made his move.

Falcon slowly walked to the front of Fang Chen and said: ”You, are qualified for me to take action.”

In the beginning, the reason Falcon did not take action, was to observe Fang Chen to see if he was qualified to do so.

From the looks of it, Fang Chen did indeed have the qualifications to be hunted by falcons.

Others might not know it, but the Heavenly Demon King was very clear that Falcon was one of Eighth Prince's capable subordinates, and also the most valued member of the young generation in the Eighth Prince.

Falcon's potential was very strong, and its true strength was already comparable to Qi Ranking experts.

It was just that the falcons beside Eighth Prince were a little lower profile. The reason they took action this time was because the Eighth Prince wanted to borrow the Prince Sha's Mansion's hand to suppress the The Palace of the Protector of the Kingdom.

”However, you're not my opponent.” Falcon said again.

A wild and wild aura radiated from the body of the falcon as a deep look flashed in its eyes.

On the contrary, Fang Chen's body was very calm, not a single ripple could be seen, and not even a single strand of spirit energy could be felt from his body.

He looked at Falcon and indifferently said: ”Do you think you can beat me before we fight?”

”Sect Competition, I've seen your matches before, but I don't even have the qualifications to compete for Qi Ranking. If I, Hunting Hawk, were to defeat you, it would be as easy as crushing an ant to death.” Falcon sneered.

After Fang Chen heard this, his expression gradually became gloomy.

The reason why he did not have the qualifications to compete for the Qi Ranking was entirely because of the crimes that the Eighth Prince had forced upon him.

Thinking about it, Fang Chen's eyes turned cold, a trace of killing intent flashing across them.