Please, I Really Don't Want Her Majesty The Empress To Be Pregnant.

Chapter 452

Crash!

The ground cracked, and Balu's broken body drew a gully hundreds of meters underground before finally stopping.

"Holy Son! Holy Son!"

The orc disciples couldn't believe what happened before them, but they still flew away in the direction of Baru immediately.

If Balu died in front of their eyes, in this tower of trials, it would be very difficult for them to live again.

Nothing is more important than own life.

Even if they didn't know why Ye Fan suddenly turned defeat into victory, they didn't care too much, they just wanted to investigate Baru's situation as soon as possible.

These orc disciples also transformed one by one, increasing their own speed.

They soon found Baloo dying in the ravine.

At this moment, Baloo was no longer the invincible God of War before. The dragon scales were shattered and plunged into flesh and blood, and a hole was opened in his chest, bloody and bloody.

"Get out... get out!"

"Don't... help me!"

"Beast warriors... Even if they die in battle, they must fall against the enemy!"

Baloo pushed away several orc disciples who wanted to help him up.

He blocked the blood hole in his chest with one hand, supported the ravine with the other and stood up, looking at Ye Fan in mid-air.

"This battle... I lost!"

"Tell me! Your origin!"

Baloo coughed up blood and asked loudly.

Such a scene made Ye Fan shake his head helplessly.

The vitality of these beast races is really tenacious. If it were an ordinary human race, with such a serious injury, his body would have collapsed long ago, but this person could still shout, which is even more outrageous than that of the bull demons.

You know, his punch just now is not just ordinary strength, but also the infinite attacking sharpness of the emperor's soldiers, which will constantly destroy the opponent's flesh and blood.

That kind of pain is beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

This person has such a will, but he has also been recognized by Ye Fan.

"Dajing Ye Fan, a disciple of President Gu Lan!"

Ye Fan revealed the origin of own.

With the strength of the beast clan, his origin can be easily found out, and there is no need to conceal anything.

"Da Jing, Ye Fan, Gu Lan..."

Baloo chanted silently in his heart, as if he wanted to keep these names in his heart forever.

He canceled the dragon transformation state, and spewed out a mouthful of blood again, the blood hole in his chest bloomed like a fountain.

Balu stuffed one hand into the blood hole to block it, and then ate an Imperial Medicine Pill, and the blood stopped immediately.

Then, he took out a token.

"This battle, you won."

"This is the point token of my orc, and it belongs to you now."

Baru crushed the token, and the points in it were immediately transferred to the nearest point token of the other party.

The force closest to the orcs is naturally Ye Fan.

Watching the points in the token soar from single digits to double digits in an instant, Ye Fan showed a simple and honest smile.

He didn't expect that he would be able to benefit so much just by making an appearance for the Bull Demon Clan.

"Please remember the name Baru, see you in the next final, I will definitely beat you!"

After crushing the own points token, Baru activated the Restrictions of the Tower of Trials, and his figure became transparent, and he was teleported out immediately.

The rest of the orc disciples looked at each other, not knowing what to do.

Baru is the strongest among them, and all the points are in the hands of one of them.

Now that Baru is eliminated, they don't have a single point in their hands.

At this time, whether to follow in the footsteps of the Holy Son, or find a way to get some points so that the Orcs can advance in this knockout round, they have never thought about this question.

Not only did they not think about it, but other forces in the God Realm also didn't think about this kind of thing.

At this time, outside the Tower of Trials.

Countless forces looked up at the five trial towers in the Thirty-Three Days of God's Domain. Near the trial towers, disciples from various forces were constantly being sent out.

Most of them are disciples of lower realm forces.

This is also a normal situation, after all, the strength of the human world is the worst.

Even if they entered the knockout rounds, their strength was still at the bottom.

"Ah! Wrong bet again!"

"These forces in the human world are really pulling their hips one by one, expecting them to win Spirit Stones is harder than counting on the handouts of the Seven Clans!"

"Hahaha! I bet Lanyan Academy, and I haven't found out that their disciples have been eliminated so far. I feel like there's something going on."

"If Lan Yanxue Palace can advance to a team in the knockout round, this time they are definitely the strongest dark horse force in the Ten Thousand Races Competition, not one of them."

There are many discussions among various forces, among which the discussions are the most intense, and the most discussed ones are gamblers.

While they were discussing, an unexpected figure appeared in front of them.

"That's Baru, the holy son of the orc race. How could he be eliminated, right?"

"Damn it! I bet on the Beast Race to win the first place in the Tower of Beasts, and I bet a thousand top-quality Spirit Stones, just to earn one Spirit Stone! Baru was eliminated, this is not to make me lose money!"

"It's numb! I'm numb!"

"Hahaha! I bet ten Spirit Stones, and I bet Orc Elimination!"

Seeing Balu appear, some people are happy while others are sad.

Of course, the most unbelievable thing is the orc accompanying Elder.

An imperial Elder immediately came to Balu's side to heal his wounds.

Before he could ask why, another orc disciple with a bruised nose and a swollen face was eliminated.

Immediately afterwards, one after another orc disciples were eliminated.

Everyone's face was full of color, but the injury was not as serious as Baloo's.

"How is this going!"

The accompanying orc Elder's face turned black.

The rest of the orc disciples lowered their heads, not daring to answer.

They dare not say that a group of them were beaten by a group of people.

Just now, some of them wanted to avenge their son, and proposed to gang up on Ye Fan.

There are so many of them, all of them are elites, how can they not beat a genius from the lower world, and a genius who has fought with his own son?

The result was obvious, they were gang-beaten by Ye Fan.

"Don't get angry, Elder."

"I'll tell you the reason."

At this time, Baru began to tell the accompanying Elder what happened and the horror of Ye Fan Talent.

Whether it is magic skills or the secret method of fusing the emperor's soldiers, it is not something that ordinary saint-level disciples can learn to master.

Such a powerful genius was just born in the lower realms, so it might be possible to win him over.

If the win over fails, the orcs have other options.

"It's a mere lower realm, and such a Qilin can be born, you are not wronged!"

"If you fail this knockout match, there will be another one, but the points you can get in the next knockout match will be lower."

"It seems that this time the Orcs won't be able to get any good rankings before the finals."

Hearing what happened and Ye Fan's strength, the orc Elder who accompanied him did not continue to pursue responsibility.

He looked at Baloo and warned: "Your injury is not serious, even if you have the blood of an ancient dragon, it will take some time to recover, just take this opportunity to do Closed Door Training for a few days, and fully prepare for the final."