The steward looked up and saw a handsome and well-groomed young man.
Although this young man's appearance is not the most outstanding, his temperament is particularly different.
However, his age is a bit too young. It seems that he is about twenty years old. At this age, will he have a fighting god level cultivation?
However, this young man had restrained his aura of fighting spirit, so for a moment, the manager could not judge his actual cultivation level at all.
"Little brother, please don't be wrong. Fighting God-level opponents will have their own Fighting God-level opponents. When the time comes, if your strength is not what you said at all, and you die or become crippled, we will not be responsible.
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The manager then reminded the white fox.
"Don't worry, if you don't believe it, you will know after you try it."
This young man looked confident and was not at all frightened by the steward's words.
Those in charge no longer dare to underestimate this young man.
It’s not like there haven’t been geniuses in the Tianhuang Continent.
Perhaps this young man is a genius in fighting spirit, and it is not impossible to reach the level of God of Fighting at a young age.
So, he said to the young man: "If you are really at the level of a fighting god, little brother, then please come with me and sign up directly with my prince."
The young man reminded the steward, "Don't call me little brother every time. If I win in the end, I will be your princess's consort."
"Yes, yes, sir, please."
When the manager heard the young man's tone, he immediately became polite. However, there was a glint in his eyes that was difficult to detect.
The young man followed the steward through the queue and was directly invited to the palace of Prince Mighty to meet Prince Mighty in person.
People who were queuing up started talking when they saw that this young man did not have to queue up and could meet Prince Wuwei so easily.
"Do you think that the little brother just now is so young, is it possible that he really has the level of fighting god?"
"Yeah, he's too young. He doesn't even look like his hair has grown all the way! I think he probably said that on purpose so that he wouldn't have to suffer in line!"
"Huh, Prince Mighty is not something you can fool casually. Prince Mighty's cultivation is very profound! If he doesn't have a level of cultivation at the level of a fighting god, he will definitely be beaten to death by Prince Mighty!"
"However, if he really has the level of fighting god, what can we do? Maybe he will be the winner in the end. Wouldn't that treasure fall into his hands?"
"If the treasure finally falls into his hands, then we..."
These people stopped talking, but made a silent gesture.
It was a gesture of killing, silencing, and robbing.
"Okay, it's decided!"
On the periphery of the crowd, Xiaoyao Wang, Nalan Ruyi, the wasteland and the snow on Qianshan Mountain stood leisurely like a flock of chickens. They looked as cool as a jade tree, exceptionally different, and incompatible with the surrounding environment.
Their gazes were all profound, and they were staring at the young man who followed the steward and never looked away.
Naturally, they heard all these people's discussions.
These people are just some big fighters, fighting kings, just dreaming of dreams and thinking about winning the game.