Kunwu actually tied with Zhulong, which made the god emperors feel incredible and all showed surprise expressions.

Originally, everyone thought Kunwu was not Zhulong's opponent, and the two sides could decide the outcome soon.

But now it seems that the battle between them must be very fierce, and it is not that easy to decide the outcome.

Thinking of this, the eyes of the god emperors looking at Kunwu also showed some turbulence and changes.

Many god emperors had the same thoughts in their minds, "Ha, it seems that this guy Kunwu is very scheming. He has been hiding his true strength before."

"It originally wanted to take this opportunity to explode with all its strength to grab the quota, but unfortunately it was unlucky to meet Zhulong."

He Wuhen also understood these principles and was sneering in his heart: "Haha, these god emperors are all fucking scheming bitches."

It is true that none of the dozen god emperors present were simple, and they all had their own scheming and plans.

If not, they would not have colluded and plotted against each other in the small Xianyun City, and they would have caused various grudges and hatreds.

In addition, if a divine beast with a simple mind is difficult to reach the realm of the Divine Emperor, it would have died halfway through.

Even the purple thunder firebird, which seems to be the most cowardly and the most wasteful, actually has its calculations and wisdom, but it is not obvious.

Of course, He Wuhen saw through all the gods, but he would not take it to heart.

To him, he was just a passerby in Xianyun City.

This city is just his temporary shelter and is also his springboard for entering the imperial city.

The fight on the ring continued, and Zhulong and Kunwu both tried their best and fought fiercely.

The loud "rumbling" sounds endlessly, dazzling golden light covered the sky and the sun, and violent shock waves raged.

The many gods on the viewing table were already dazzled by the sightseeing table, and their hearts were filled with shock and envy.

It was not until this time that they saw the true strength of Zhulong and Kunwu.

He Wuhen didn't care at first, nor did he take Zhulong and Kunwu to heart.

But later, as time passed, Zhulong and Kunwu used more and more tricks and their power became stronger and stronger, he couldn't help but take a few more glances.

Although Zhulong and Kunwu are still not his opponents, they can also pose a considerable threat to him.

If five or six god emperors of this level besiege him, he would be in danger and would be severely injured or even fall.

Therefore, after watching it carefully for an hour, many thoughts couldn't help but have arisen in his heart.

"With my current strength, I am already at the top level in the Haotian world. There are definitely no more than three god emperors who can defeat me. In a small place like the country, let alone ordinary god emperors, I don't even take it seriously."

"But this is the Tianpeng Empire, and there are indeed strong people. There are so many strong people in the small Xianyun City. I don't know how many strong people are at this level in the imperial city of the Tianpeng Empire? How many god emperors are stronger than me?"

"It seems that after I enter the imperial city, I must be careful in my actions, otherwise I will be in danger of my life."

Before I knew it, a day passed.

Zhulong and Kunwu have both tried their best to use their strongest trump card field power.

Moreover, their bodies were covered in scars and blood, and they looked very miserable.

Of course, Kunwu's injuries are a little worse than that.

Its two claws were cut off, its tail was bare, and even a huge blood groove was found on its forehead.

Both of them are bound to win the quota for entering the imperial city, and they almost fought for their lives.

Fortunately, they fought all day and the battle finally came to an end.

There is no doubt that Kunwu was always at a disadvantage, suppressed and beaten by Zhulong, and his body was about to collapse.

An hour later, a loud "boom" broke out in Zhulong's realm.

Kunwu's body finally collapsed and exploded into pieces of flesh and blood.

It was left with only a golden soul and had to admit defeat on the spot.

Zhulong finally won, and it defeated Kunwu with difficulty and won a place.

Kunwu's soul left the scene in disgrace. With endless grief and regret, he left the city lord's mansion and returned to his residence to retreat to heal his wounds.

Lu Xianyun was in a complicated mood, but he had to announce the result of the competition in public.

"Zhulong won and got a place to enter the imperial city."

At the viewing table, the expressions of the gods were also ugly, and they were secretly circulating.

Although the result was as they imagined, Kunwu was indeed defeated by Zhulong and missed the imperial city quota.

But this mood is different.

Kunwu used to hide his strength, but today he clearly showed unprecedented combat power, but he still lost regretfully.

This is what makes the gods most regretful and sad.

Especially, Zhulong, the one who won, was a guy who made everyone hate and hate.

After a while, Lu Xianyun announced loudly: "Next, the last battle will be between the Tianhuang and the Purple Thunder Firebird."

Tuntianlang flew into the ring with a confident expression, nodded and greeted Zhulong.

"Zhulong, it's not easy for you to win this battle."

While taking the divine pill to suppress the injury, Zhulong nodded in agreement and said, "Yes, I didn't expect Kunwu to hide so deeply that I almost lost."

"Hey, I really envy you. I'm so lucky that I actually drew the useless Purple Thunder Firebird."

Tuntianlang smiled proudly and said, "Yes, so strength is important, luck is more important."

"Okay, Zhulong, you go down and heal your wounds! Wait for me for a while, I will be able to deal with the Purple Thunder Firebird soon and help you heal your injuries."

Zhulong smiled and nodded and said, "I thank you then."

Then, Zhulong left the ring and returned to the viewing table. While suppressing his injuries, he watched the battle and fought.

Tuntianlang stood on the ring confidently and relaxedly, looking at He Wuhen with a playful look.

"Lao Lei, why are the waste being rubbed? Get up and die quickly. I'm still waiting to help Zhulong heal his wounds!"

The arrogant and domineering wolf and its sinister and despicable gods have long seen it.

In addition, the gods also hated the Purple Thunder Firebird to the core.

Therefore, no divine emperor was angry about it because of the sorrow of the Purple Thunder Firebird in humiliation and mocking it.

On the contrary, they were still whispering quietly.

"Forget it, there is nothing good about the fights behind it."

"Hey, that waste Lao Lei must have been dealt with by Tianlang in just a few moves, so there is no highlight."

"It's dispersed, everyone will go back to practice and heal the wounds, but the result is already destined."

"It's a pity that both places were snatched by Zhulong and Tengtianlang. None of us brothers could get it."

"Yes, the most regrettable thing is Kunwu, it was hopeful..."

Several gods were talking casually, and the focus of the discussion also shifted to Kunwu.

Obviously, everyone decided that the ending was the Wind of Tianlang, and felt that there was no suspense.

At the same time, He Wuhen stood up from the viewing table, glanced at several god emperors with a playful look, and walked towards the arena.

His playful sneering eyes immediately made several god emperors discuss again, and they all showed angry expressions.

"Old Lei is going to be beaten to death soon. How dare you glar at us?"

"It actually laughed at us just now! This damn bastard, he was really impatient!"

"Hehe, don't be angry, let's watch it carefully and see how badly it will be beaten by the Swallow."

"It's about to start, let's watch the show."

He Wuhen flew to the arena and stood thousands of miles away in front of the Swallow.

His eyes were calm, his expression calmly looked at Tengtianlang, and said in a calm tone: "Okay, you can start."

Tuntianlang was stunned for a moment, and then he laughed disdainfully, "Old Lei, when is it now? Why are you still pretending to behave?"

"Even if you boy hides your strength, you can pretend to be with those wastes and be arrogant in front of them. But, what qualifications do you have to pretend to be in front of me?"

Speaking of this, Tuntianlang smiled disdainfully, "Forget it, I'm too lazy to waste time with you, I'll give you a chance. Let's fight quickly."

Hearing this sentence, the gods in the viewing table all showed confusion.

He Wuhen also raised his eyebrows and asked with interest: "Oh? Let's hear it."

Tuntianlang smiled confidently and said with a joking look: "Old Lei, I will attack five moves first, you can only resist but not fight back."

"Within five moves, if I beat you down or knock you down the ring, you will lose. On the contrary, if you can block my five moves, even if I lose, what if you?"

Hearing the words of the Swallow's Wolf, the divine emperors on the viewing table immediately showed a strong look of surprise and bursts of exclamations.

"My God, Swallow is too confident and too arrogant, right?"

"Hahaha, Tengtianlang is humiliating Lao Lei, it's so slap in the face!"

"Yes, with Lao Lei's strength, how could he be able to stop five moves? I guess he kneeled down in one move."
To be continued...