The sun was shining brightly, and the stands on the Imperial Capital's Battlestage were already packed. In the main viewing stand, the current Emperor was sitting in the very center. Old Marshal Ye was sitting on the right hand of the Emperor, and the long-absent was sitting on the left side of the Emperor.

"Teacher!" The Emperor smiled and said to Frelot who was on the left side: "Who do you think will win this duel?"

When Lan Qizhan was still young, he learned the way of governance from Frelot, and Miracle Continent was also a place that paid great attention to respecting one's teacher, so even though he had already become the emperor, Lan Qizhan still called Frelot master!

"Ha ha!" Frelot chuckled: "From the surface, it should be Fox's little fellow winning this duel!"

When Frelot said this, the seated Finance Minister Fox's face revealed a smile: "It's just a coincidence, but speaking of Fox, he has talent for martial arts, I heard him say, he already feels the opportunity to break through to martial master!"

"What the hell!" Ye Kuang muttered to himself from the side: "A lousy Martial Master can actually make you this happy, I think you're only worth this much!"

Although Ye Kuang's voice was low, Fox was able to hear him clearly. His face was flushed at first, but quickly recovered back to normal, and laughed: "I am not an expert, and do not understand martial arts very well, but thinking about it, Old Marshal Ye is the Empire's Martial God, he should know what being an eleven year old martial master represents."

Old Fox was also asking for trouble. He clearly knew that Ye Xiaozhang had protected his son, but he still insisted on going and looking for trouble.

Ye Xiaozhang was not Ye Kuang. Although Ye Kuang and Lan Qizhan were childhood friends, after all, the ruler and his subject had their own way. They could only mutter under their breaths in front of Lan Qizhan. But who was Ye Xiaozhang? That was the of the empire, an existence known as Martial God Level. In a situation where there were no outsiders present, Lan Qizhan had to call him uncle.

Therefore, Old Ye simply ignored Fox and turned to his son, asking, "Kuang'er, what was your cultivation level when you were eleven?"

Ye Kuang naturally understood what the old man meant, he casually swung his messy bangs and said loudly: "Hehe, of course I can't catch up to father, at that time I remembered that I was a Level 3 Martial Master!"

Hearing the duo's conversation, Fox felt bored. However, he didn't dare to say anything and could only remain silent. In his heart, however, he cursed: "One old, one young, two shameless brats, comparing my son with you, what are you cultivating? That is the legendary massacre the world! "

The Old Frelot didn't seem to hear their conversation, his face was brimming with a smile as he continued: "But, this Ye Fei, this little guy, is not something an ordinary person can compare to. So I think highly of Ye Fei! "

"What?" "How is that possible?" Now, not only Fox, but even Lan Qizhan could not sit still. Although the Old Prime Minister's martial prowess was not high, but all the upper echelons of the entire empire knew that the Old Prime Minister's ability to read people was extremely strong. He said that there was a possibility that Ye Fei could win.

To the Fox Family, the fact that the Old Prime Minister thought highly of Ye Fei might just be a matter of humiliation. But for Lan Qizhan, it was different. Don't forget, this most respected fellow in the entire empire had bet 1 million on Young Fox!

But no matter what, it was too late to regret since they had already placed their bets. Emperor could only mutter hatefully in his heart, "Damned Fox, if your grandson, a level 9 Warrior who is about to break through, loses to Ye Fei and makes me pay for it, how am I going to deal with you?"

But at this time, everyone didn't have time to speak, because the time for the battle had already come. Fox rode on a fully armored horse with a green sword on his back and a two meter long silver spear in his hands.

Originally, Fox was good-looking, but with his dazzling Knight equipment, he had long golden hair. It was as coquettish as it could be. The eyes of the young girls in the stands who had just opened their hearts were filled with little stars as they shrieked incessantly. Some of the young girls even fainted from excitement.

"Holy sh * t!" Someone who has yet to appear muttered hatefully, "I didn't expect this guy to be so coquettish. If he really wins, he can f * cking be my idol, but …" Unfortunately, it's your turn to be unlucky and pissed off at me! "

No one came to support Ye Xiu. Look at Fox, he was dressed in all sorts of Knight attire, but what did Ye Fei wear? He casually walked into the arena.

In particular, the long robe he was wearing, if it had no style, style, or style, even if it was called a magic robe. If any of the orthodox Taoist disciples on Earth saw his attire, they would probably scold him to death, "Just put on your Taoist robe, why do you have to split it behind your robe? Do you think you're wearing a tuxedo? "

Even General Ye and General Ye who were in the stands were blushing, because even though the people in the stands were booing and shouting, Ye Fei still did not change his expression and kept waving at the audience. That expression, that gesture, it was like a general returning from a victory and facing the people who welcomed him.

He walked straight in front of Fox, who was sitting on the horse high up on the ground, looking at Ye Fei who was "much shorter" than him, with no intention to dismount!

Initially, according to the rules of the continent, before a duel like this, the two sides had to hold each other's hands tightly to indicate that it was fair and fair. However, seeing that Fox was not dismounting, Ye Fei felt a little awkward.

Since Young Fox was a Knight, then when the duel time was over, the referee would definitely pull the distance between the two of them, so that the riders could have a chance to run and cushion their horses.

Seeing Ye Fei standing at the designated position, the referee was a middle-aged man. He first turned to look at Lan Qizhan, and after Lan Qizhan nodded his head, he turned to Ye Fei and said: "Are you sure you want to fight like this, without bringing any weapons or Spiritual Pet?"

"Oh? We still need weapons! " Ye Fei scratched his head, causing the spectators to booed once again: "Since you want to bring a weapon, then I'll just bring one!" After saying that, Ye Fei put his right hand into his mouth and whistled!

Immediately after, under the gaze of everyone, a black little pig ran into the arena and at that moment, Ye Kuang covered his face with his hands, not daring to look at anyone else!

This piglet, which everyone knew was Ye Fei's Spiritual Pet, still had something on its back. Every family had this item in their possession — — Firestick!