Song Ning was surprised and said, "Young Master Lin, you are a talented man and a noble body. How can you compete with these two barbarians? First, it is not in line with your identity, and second, if you have a good or bad, how is it worth it?"

Song Ning is a poetic talent who truly cherishes Chen Yang. She thinks that Chen Yang should be a weak scholar and has no power to tie a chicken. How can he let such a dangerous thing go?

Dong Chuan also said: "Yes, Qianshan. Although this matter is a bit troublesome, it is not too much trouble. It is just a fighting arena. You should not take risks easily."

Chen Yang smiled slightly and said, "The prince treats me as a national sergeant, and he should repay him with a national sergeant. Since he has already been under the sergeant of the prince, he naturally has to solve your problems. This is just a small problem." After he finished speaking, he said to Heizuo: "Please arrange it!"

Hei Zuo looked at Dong Chuan.

Dong Chuan said to Chen Yang: "Qianshan, are you really sure?"

Chen Yang smiled faintly and said, "Since I have seen the power of the Blood Wolf, I am sure that I dare to appear in this situation. After all, no one will joke about his life, do you think so?"

Dong Chuan said to Heizuo: "Okay, you can arrange Qianshan to appear."

Heizuo said, "Yes, Prince!" Then he said to Chen Yang, "Young Master Lin, please follow me."

Chen Yang stood up.

Song Ning looked at Chen Yang worriedly. Chen Yang smiled at Song Ning and said, "Miss Ning'er, don't worry about me." He paused and said, "I can guarantee to Miss Ning'er that my fists are more outstanding than my poems!"
Chapter completed!