Bota drank another bowl and said: "I heard that he was taken in by his swordsman, the female swordsman who deliberately lost to him in the semi-finals. I don't know where he is now, but he should still be there.

In the city, maybe I can meet them in the competition next year. However, Zheng Lang, your magic potion is really powerful. Do you have any more? Give me a bottle, bro. It's best to include an antidote.

Haha. If you use this thing well, the effect will be really wonderful."

He said and gave me a "you know" look.

Zheng Lang recalled how he was so ecstatic when he held his pants that day, and felt that this was indeed possible. But having said that, from the day of the competition, there was a question that has been lingering in his mind. Why on earth did Abban carry it with him like this?

What is the dangerous restricted potion usually used for? But thinking of the queen wearing leather clothes, wearing leather boots and holding a whip, Zheng Lang tried his best to put aside the thought of asking for death.

Just as he was thinking about it, the victim walked in, and Her Majesty the Queen slapped the whip on the table. Jiuqian often stayed on Zhaitu Abban's shoulder recently. It was said to strengthen the profound friendship between the people of the two districts and to make a final effort to end the civil war.

Prepare.

But Zheng Lang felt that the real reason was not that, but that it was at the shoulder position, where the downward angle was convenient for watching the ball.

Zhaitu Abban said: "Zheng Lang, it's almost done. Ji Ba is also waiting at the door. Let's go."

Zheng Lang nodded, stood up, and picked up another bowl of wine: "Ijuyuan, Uncle Bota, this journey can be regarded as getting to know two real men. I'm going now. I hope we can see you again."

The two men also picked up the wine bowls: "What are you talking about? There's just a wall between us. If you want to drink, come out to us anytime."

"Okay." The three of them finished the wine. Zheng Lang put down the wine bowl. Wu Meiniang and Ji Ba Dashi were already waiting at the door.

The group of people walked all the way to the gate of the Dou Shen area. Several of the gatekeepers had already recognized the new Dou Shen. His appearance and battle video highlights were widely broadcast throughout Dou Shen City through the magic imaging device.

Zheng Lang is now the new idol of Dou Shen City, and everyone knows him.

Several soldiers came up to greet him: "Welcome to the new Lord God of Fighting, but according to the regulations, unrelated people cannot enter the God of Fighting area with Lord God of Fighting. What do you think?"

"I'm blind, how can this be considered irrelevant?" Zheng Lang glared, showing the arrogance of a high-ranking person, and pointed at the girls following him, saying: "These are not people in my opinion, they are just taking care of me.

Daily necessities for Dou Shen's life, understand? You must bring them in."

Brother Bing suddenly realized: "Oh, daily necessities. I see, that's it, okay, let's go. Go inside Master Dou Shen, and there will be soldiers to take you to see the mayor of the city. The mayor of the city has been waiting for you for a long time." Dou Shen is in Dou Shen.

The city has a lofty status, and Brother Bing doesn't want to offend Zheng Lang for such a trivial matter. Previous fighting gods have come out to hunt and take girls there using their privileges. Zheng Lang is not the first.

Zheng Lang felt that there was something wrong with Brother Bing's sentence segmentation when he read the words, but if he tried to correct it at this time, it would undoubtedly get darker and darker. He followed the soldiers who led the way and led the girls through the gate. Brother Bing's muttering behind him almost made him almost

Fell to the ground.

"You are indeed worthy of being the God of Fighting. His realm is beyond our imagination. That black cat is also a daily necessities, tsk tsk."

Under the leadership of the guiding soldier, a group of people walked all the way to a magnificent palace. Huge decorative columns supported a high arc roof, and the walls were covered with colorful stained glass. There was a strong religious atmosphere everywhere.

, there was still faint chanting echoing.

Zhaitu Abban pointed at the black cat and smiled wildly: "Hahaha, this is also a supplies, it makes me laugh to death, that soldier brother is really imaginative."

Zheng Lang had black streaks all over his head and was too lazy to talk to this crazy woman. Ji Ba Dashu was full of worries and became more and more silent as he walked away, even more so after entering the palace.

The interior furnishings of the palace are very simple, with a large long table common in the Middle Ages in the middle, and several exquisite candlesticks placed on the table.

Sitting at the end of the table was a middle-aged man with a big belly. He looked very amiable and kind, giving people a deep sense of trust. Starting from the seat closest to him, there were five figures sitting on the left side.

There are both men and women, and what they have in common is that they all have extraordinary aura. One of them has a faint shadow of holding his trousers between his eyebrows, and the seats on the right are empty.

The one sitting in the middle should be the mayor of the city, the highest authority in Dou Shen City, and the five people on that side are the five existing Dou Shen in the city.

The kind uncle stood up and greeted Zheng Lang: "Then let's first welcome this year's new God of Fighting, Zheng Lang!" After speaking, he took the lead in applauding, and the five Gods of Fighting also stood up and applauded.

When the applause stopped, the mayor of the city lowered his palms to indicate silence, and then said to Zheng Lang: "You're here right now, what gifts do you bring? You're so polite, eh? What did you say? No? Didn't these girls bring them to me?

A gift for you? Okay, you can sit there too. Haha."

The mayor's face shone with a holy light, but he said shameless words. His background in the priesthood was indeed unusual, and he wouldn't have been able to get into this position without a bit of shamelessness.

After a while of greetings, everyone sat down on the right side. The five fighting gods opposite were sitting upright, saying nothing, exuding invisible pressure. The mayor also returned to his seat and took the initiative to introduce: "Zheng Lang.

, you are right, I am the mayor of Dou Shen City."

really.

"The few people sitting here are the fighting gods of previous conferences. From now on, we are all colleagues, so there is no need to be too polite. After the dinner, someone will naturally take you to choose a place to stay. Of course, the most important thing about this meeting is

I want to personally distribute the most valuable rewards of the Fighting God Conference, so bring it up." After saying that, the mayor clapped his hands.

A guard came forward with a box and placed it in front of Zheng Lang. Zheng Lang looked down and saw a pill and a magic contract in the box.

The mayor of the city sat on his seat and said in a seductive voice: "Hahaha, this is the biggest reward of the Fighting God Conference. Those who can win the title of Fighting God are all people who are at the top of the world. Zheng Dou

Is God worried about the level limit of level 50? However, as long as you take this pill and sign this contract, you can break through the level restrictions of the world. Level 50 is no longer the highest level that limits you. You are the most

You can get the level cap of one hundred levels!"

Routine! Zheng Lang chuckled, such an obvious routine.
Chapter completed!