Just when Xiang Shuai said that he was half sure of victory, everyone would smile.

Xiangshu, who has Chimera, has almost been booked by everyone as the candidate who is most likely to win the championship this time. This kind of demeanor and modesty are enough to make many people feel good about him. However, when his second sentence was said, everyone could not believe his ears for a moment.

Looking at the questioning gazes of others, Xiang Shuai smiled slightly and repeated: "If Your Excellency Roger does not participate in this competition, I will have absolute confidence in winning!" [.com]

That's just a fool?

Old John blinked his eyes, looking at Yang Dashuan, who was still burying his head and chewing his arms while gnawing on the chicken legs while smothering the soju.

"If this guy wants to win, I will take off my pants and climb around the Saint for three times, and learn from Doug's call." Old John pursed his mouth and said to himself.

"I heard it right?" Emperor Henry exaggeratedly snatched his ears.

"Yes, you heard it right, my respected Emperor Henry. For me, my biggest obstacle this time is this Roger? Lord Peter!" Xiang Shuai stood up, bowed slightly to everyone, and pointed to Yang Dashuan beside him.

Yang Dashuan blinked his eyes. Although he pretended to have a calm expression on his face, he felt very happy.

This is simply satisfying my vanity.

Pulling the tablecloth and rubbing the greasy mouth, Yang Dashuan also stood up like Xiang Shuai. "It is also my greatest honor to be able to get Xiang Shuai's recognition."

This sentence made many people look at Yang Dashuan with admiration.

Especially Old John, he thought to himself when this little bastard was so polite. But if you look carefully, Yang Dashuan, wearing a Confucian robe, was really like that. Standing with Xiang Shuai, except that he was slightly stronger than the latter, his temperament was exactly the same.

This will be a good son-in-law! Old John quietly gave a thumbs up in his heart.

Joan of Arc covered his mouth and laughed secretly.

Seeing that the eyes of the crowd changed, Yang Dashuan smiled violently. He felt that he could also be a white-clothed knight. Yang Dashuan made a decision in an instant. After the dinner ended, he was going to let Liren, the girl, teach him etiquette well. Who said that he was destined to be a hooligan in this life, and he could be anything but elegant.

Although a person's external appearance is easy to change, his internal appearance cannot be so easily shaken.

"Just you? He was almost laughing when you saw my front teeth." Emperor Henry grinned his teeth at Yang Dashuan with a very shameless look.

As soon as he finished speaking, Henry XIII was slapped by Yang Dashuan.

Yang Dashuan showed no mercy and threw it to his cheek, but he tried his best. After a crisp sound, Henry fell directly from the seat and did not get up for a long time.

That's so fucked.

Yang Dashuan smacked his lips. He was in a good mood today, but he was disturbed by this guy.

"You dare to hit me!" Henry was helped up by two servants, and his heels kept trembling. The expression on his high and swollen face was twisted, and he roared angrily.

After a quick break, everyone present stood up.

Yang Dashuan's temper is not going to be a good person who touches his bad temper. Who knows whether this kid will take action again? Just in case, everyone stared at Yang Dashuan's body.

"No, Mr. Henry. You were wrong!" Yang Dashuan grinned at the guy. "You said your front teeth are gone, I just confirmed it. I was still there just now, but it is really not here."

Henry covered his mouth angrily, and his two white front teeth lay horizontally on his palms.

Old John covered his face in disappointment. Doug just couldn't change his shit, and he was like this everywhere he went. He originally thought that Yang Dashuan could restrain his temper, but who knew that this guy hadn't changed at all.

The other party is one of the leaders of the three empires!

If he beat him up, how could this matter end? Henry sent a legion to wipe out the entire Principality of Edfran. How could a small country that was not as powerful as a small country could compete with the great empire? When he thought of this, Old John couldn't help but start to have a headache again.

"Bastard, I'm going to kill you. You bastard, you bastard." Henry had completely lost the demeanor he had as an emperor and slapped the table angrily.

"What did you say?" Yang Dashuan rolled his eyes and looked at this guy. "Do you have the will to say it again?"

The smell of gunpowder has filled the audience.

Under this momentum, it can no longer end.

Everyone looked at Yang Dashuan. The tension in the atmosphere was getting worse and worse. I was afraid that if anyone present could not end, it would become an international dispute.

"Please calm down." Old John quickly stood up to smooth things over. "The people here are the best generations of young people in the tribe and the elves empire. What do you want to make a fuss? This is the Holy Capital, not your own territory!"

Old John was considered to be offended.

These guys simply regard themselves as air. A great pope will be ignored when he sits here!

"Rogue, sit back for me. Say less. Joan of Arc, go there!"

After all, Old John was in his identity. When he opened his mouth, everyone was bored. Especially Yang Dashuan, he suddenly nodded like a child who knew his mistake. After all, he was his father-in-law, and he couldn't talk back.

Looking at Yang Dashuan who was sitting back honestly, Old John breathed some relief. This guy was a thorn. As long as he wanted to be honest, he would basically not have a big problem. Moreover, it would be better to let Joan of Arc sit next to Yang Dashuan. At that time, this kid would have to worry about his daughter if he wanted to cause trouble.

But Yang Dashuan's thorn finally became honest, but others may not be willing to give up.

Henry Thirteenth refused to sit back to his position no matter what. His eyes were staring at Yang Dashuan with bloodshot eyes. His ferocious expression seemed to want to swallow Yang Dashuan in one bite.

"Henry the Great?" Old John shouted in a low voice.

Henry ignored it and instead looked at the servant behind him.

Under the gesture of Emperor Henry's eyes, a tall and thin servant walked out behind him.

It was not until this time that Yang Dashuan knew why Henry didn't ask for a maid to serve him. This servant looked like an ordinary person at first glance. But the cold light that occasionally bloomed from his eyes could be that this guy was not a good guy. His calm steps and his bulging temples all showed the other party's strength.

The steps he walked towards Yang Dashuan, his body had already undergone amazing changes. On his originally thin body, his muscles were swelling wildly, and in a blink of an eye it had already broken his coat. The twisted veins on the surface of the skin bulged like earthworms, and every step was taken down and a piece of floor was slapped. The distance between three and four steps was passing by, but the appearance of this servant had changed from an authentic human to a standing Wolf.

"His humans actually turned into Beamon?" Yang Dashuan blinked his eyes and asked Joan of Arc like a rustic bun.

"He is not an authentic human, he is a mixed-race child. However, Bemon's bloodline is hidden deeper and can be controlled freely after awakening." Joan of Arc reminded in a low voice. "They all have the ability to transform, and he is the legendary Wolf werewolf!"

Wolf werewolf Yang Dashuan has heard of some.

It is said that these are the bloodlines that were once left by Bemon in the alliance, and can freely turn into a half-orc-like appearance through the changes of bloodlines. They not only possess human wisdom, but also possess the power of a beast.

Three or four thousand years ago, the church believed that these guys were ominous things and carried out a massacre. After the time passed, when everyone thought that this mixed race had disappeared from the mainland, they did not expect that they would appear again. They were in the main hall of the main temple of the church.

The giant gray wolf, who stood up, opened his mouth wide at Yang Dashuan, took off the torn gloves on his hand and threw it over. "Old Lord Rogge, I am very surprised by how Kasuke appreciates you. Maybe it is not polite to Kasuke, but I still want to overestimate my ability to try your skills to prove whether you are as powerful as Kasuke said!"

Joan of Arc secretly pinched Yang Dashuan.

Lao Yang rolled his eyes and ignored him.

"Due with me like a warrior." The werewolf looked at Yang Dashuan's careless expression, a little resentful.

"After possessing human wisdom, you actually played a provocation method. I really don't say that you are really good at breaking it." Yang Dashuan raised his legs, glanced at the werewolf, and shook his head decisively.

Joan of Arc raised his eyebrows and couldn't help but slapped his mouth.

"Will you refuse?" The werewolf knew that both humans and behemoths paid attention to a ridiculous aristocratic demeanor, especially in front of beautiful ladies. This aristocratic demeanor would make it difficult for them to refuse any duel challenge. And there were so many people present watching him. If it spread, the other party would have no shame to go out in the future.

"Why not?" Yang Dashuan smiled. "It really embarrassed me that you made such a savage request to me in such an elegant place. It seems that your wisdom does not teach you how to look at the occasion like a person."

As soon as these words were said, everyone sniffed wildly.

This sentence seems to be more suitable for him.

"You... actually refuse the challenge of a fair duel? In the duel, you should not retreat from any challenge given by an opponent! You are insulting your own noble identity!" The corners of the werewolf's eyes slanted, rolling his eyes and turning his eyes violently, looking in disbelief. "Did you just rely on your mouth to mix under the woman's skirt?"
Chapter completed!