The Emperor of the Immortal Realm

All rushed into the essence! "Liu Gang thought for a while.

"Oh, with so many essence levels, it seems that Emperor Yan is going to have a headache!" Senior Brother Three smiled.

"When Yan Tao died, the country of Yan itself was at the end, and no matter how hard it was, it was just a futile effort!" Liu Gang glanced at Emperor Yan on the Zhengbei Dragon Chair with disdain.

Everyone in Zheng Guo looked at him coldly.

In the east, the west and the west, the princes of Wei, Chu, South Korea and a group of masters were sitting respectively.

Everyone stared at the competition in the middle of the field.

"boom!"

With a loud noise, the fight stopped abruptly.

One stood proudly in the center, while the other fell to the ground, covered in blood, unable to fight again.

"Lao Zhang!" Emperor Yan's expression changed.

The two people beside him quickly stepped forward and helped the injured Lao Zhang.

The injured person stood up and said with a look of shame: "Emperor Yan, I am incompetent!"

"It's not your fault!" Emperor Yan sighed slightly.

"Help Zhang Zhufeng down to rest!" Emperor Yan sighed.

"Yes!"

Zhang Gongfeng was defeated. The other person returned to the west side.

"Emperor Yan, Twenty Cities! I thank Emperor Yan on behalf of my father, and thank you on behalf of Chu!" The head Prince Chu smiled.

Emperor Yan looked at the prince of Chu, his expression gloomy. Clenched fists.

"Emperor Yan, every twenty years, our five countries have a game. We don’t meet each other as soldiers, but only bet on the territory. This is the tradition of the past. There were winners and losers in the past, but this time, Yan's luck seems to be poor. !" Prince Chu laughed.

"Poor? Not necessarily, it should be lucky." A prince at the bottom of the west smiled.

"Oh? The prince of South Korea? Why did you say that?" The prince of Chu was puzzled.

"The two hundred and twelve cities in the Kingdom of Yan lose to 20 cities in each dynasty, and only 80 cities are there. He has one hundred and thirty-two cities in the Kingdom of Yan!" The South Korean prince smiled.

"Huh?" Everyone looked at the South Korean prince puzzled.

The prince of South Korea stared at Emperor Yan and said, "Yan Tao is dead, and the country of Yan has lost the blessing of the immortal gate. How can it be compared with my four dynasties? Only eighty cities have been lost this time. This is the great fortune of the country, isn't it?"

"Yes, only to lose 80 cities, Emperor Yan should be grateful that we didn't have a big bet at the beginning!" Prince Wei Guo also shouted.

"Huh!" Yan Emperor's expression turned blue for a while.

Eighty cities, eighty cities, half of Yan Guo lost in these two days.

"Asshole, I am the prince, and I have already worshipped the fairy gate. Who said that there is no fairy gate blessing in my country of Yan?" shouted a worshiper next to Emperor Yan.

"The prince of the Kingdom of Yan? Just worshipped into the fairy gate? Hahaha, don't you know that the king worships? The immortal gate people of the spiritual world, they pursue immortality, they don't care about mortal matters at all, unless they are close relatives. Will take care of future generations, Yan Guotai

Master Zi is great, but so what? Will he come to help you with Yan Guo? The only thing you can wait is that the prince of the Kingdom of Yan grows up, but he is a mortal, and he wants to become a master in a short time. Do you think it is possible? "South Korean prince disdain

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Emperor Yan stared at the crowd, his fists tightly pinched.

"The rules of the five countries for hundreds of years, I will abide by'Yan Qiuyu', 80 cities, I will give them as promised, the five nations' talks are over, you can go!" Yandi said with an ugly expression.

"Go? Hahaha, Emperor Yan, is this the end?" Liu Gang suddenly interjected.

"Huh? Liu Gang? What do you mean?" Emperor Yan said solemnly.

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