On the viewing platform, a wave of sound swept over like a tidal wave.
From the thirty-two people, sixteen people were chosen again.
It also means that the next many games will only be more intense.
Baizhu, who was silently adjusting his breath, turned slightly sideways. On the other side, a young man with white temples met Baizhu's gaze.
Chu?
There was a small sword like a swimming dragon hanging around his side, which transformed into the rolling water of the Milky Way and wrapped around his body like a giant python.
"Tianhe Sword Sutra"...
Bai Shu looked at him and nodded slightly.
At this moment, as Mr. Zhemei on the golden battle platform shook his hand, sixteen names were gradually reflected from the void, and the current battle finally came to an end.
The Tomb of the Great Demon, Li Feibai; Nanhua Palace, Shen Tingyun; The Chu royal family, Chu; The Chu royal family, Chu Xiang.
Chaisang Yang's family is Yangming; Xintong Mei's family is Mei Zhiwen; Guzang's Xu family is Xu Ziwei; Runan's Qiao family is Qiaoting.
Qingshen Guan, Ji Zheng; Chang Jin, Xie Jia, Xie Jianwu; Yishan, Lu Xiuzhu; Shen Mo.
"Eight aristocratic families, two royal families."
Looking at the sixteen names reflected in the void, someone sighed softly:
"There are five Holy Land disciples left and one Shen Mo of unknown origin. Judging from what happened now, the family is going to overwhelm us and other Holy Lands?"
"That's not what they said."
Someone next to me answered:
"If we really want to talk about this fight between aristocratic families and the Holy Land, we have to look at Chen Jizi and Heng'an.
One is the legitimate son of the twelve wealthy families, while the other is only from the Han clan. Their fight is truly a battle between the Holy Land and the aristocratic family."
"That's true." The man who just sighed shrugged: "I wonder if my brother is from a family or a disciple of the Holy Land?"
"I am Cui Ming of the Star Reaching Sect."
"I've admired you for a long time, I've admired you for a long time." His voice suddenly became solemn, and then he asked curiously: "I wonder who my brother is taking into custody this time?"
"...Chen Jizi."
"..."
And with a sweep of Lord Zhemei's sleeves, the sixteen names reflected in the void disappeared immediately.
"The victory or defeat has been decided. In three days, we will open the golden battle stage again!"
Lord Zhemei's voice fell from the sky and resounded in all directions.
The young man whose head showed signs of rushing water swayed slightly after speaking, and then quietly disappeared without a trace.
"Three days later..."
Sixteen eyes converged together, and a few murderous intentions faintly leaked out without any concealment.
Chen Jizi smiled casually and walked away first, his expression calm and calm. He glanced at the remaining fifteen people, including Heng'an, the smile on his lips remained unabated.
"I also hope that you will work hard to provide more food and clothing."
The legitimate son of Chen family in Luojiang looked sincere:
"Chen has been looking forward to this moment for a long time, and I hope you will not offend me."
Heng'an's face was dull, as if he was turning a blind eye.
Among the remaining people, some said coldly, some looked unhappy, and some laughed.
"It's so domineering..."
On the viewing platform, Old Taoist Hanxu's eyes were filled with sparkles, and he looked greatly appreciative.
"I know that when I was young, I had such a youthful demeanor. I haven't seen her in a long time."
Bai stuck out his tongue and quietly made a big grimace.
…
"What a domineering young man."
At this moment, in one of the countless palace complexes in Qingli Holy Land, a man in a bamboo crown and a green robe gently clapped his hands and praised:
"Who else could bear the cauldron in Chu in the past three hundred years?"
The young man with an admiring look on his face turned out to be Qing Lijun, who had disappeared for several days.
According to the past practice of choosing a son-in-law in the Dragon Palace, Qingli Jun always attended the ceremony in person, evaluated the young figures in the world, and finally chose a good son-in-law for himself.
But this time, the Great Demonic Immortal was uncharacteristically uncharacteristic and not only made a brief appearance.
Even among the seven Qingli disciples who used to be present at the ceremony viewing platform, only Mr. Zhemei came.
Such an abnormality naturally aroused a lot of discussion from the outside world, and all kinds of words came out one after another.
There are rumors that he went out to the South China Sea, there are rumors that he has already left Dazheng, and went to celebrate the birthday of another demon fairy, Fang Hujun. There are even rumors that this most ancient fairy has already expired and has passed away.
But no one expected that the great demon immortal was actually in Qingli Palace, but he just didn't attend.
"It reminds me of an old friend."
Qing Lijun looked at Chen Jizi's figure and nodded slightly.
"I wonder who it is?"
Suddenly a voice came out:
"Wang Qiuyi?"
If the beautiful fish-tailed woman and the other people from Qingli Palace were here and heard this name, their livers and gallbladders would be broken.
Ever since meeting Wang Qiuyi, Qing Lijun's reputation has been severely trampled to the ground and crushed to pieces.
If it weren't for the protection of the Qingli Palace Array, the most ancient immortal would have been hammered to death by the furious Wang Qiuyi.
The name Wang Qiuyi has also become a taboo in Qingli Palace, and no one dares to mention it anymore.
"It's not Wang Qiuyi."
Unexpectedly, Qing Lijun did not change his color suddenly, and even said with a smile in his voice:
"Don't you young people study history?
When Wang Qiuyi was born and became famous, he was already past the age of a young man. Even though I have lived for such a long time, I still can't find the crack in the stone from which he collapsed.
There is only a lifeless energy left in him, and there is no youthful spirit like Chen Jizi."
"oh?"
The person who asked the question was very interested:
"Then when Mr. Long looked at Chen Jizi, which old friend did he think of?"
"Guanghui, the divine foot monk Guanghui."
The handsome man with the bamboo crown spoke softly:
"Looking at Chen Jizi, I often have the illusion that I am looking at young Guanghui.
That great monk was just as arrogant and ignorant back then!"
His voice suddenly dropped, and he looked up to the sky and sighed:
"I hate these little bastards who are just starting out. They always think that everything in the world is in their hands, and whatever they want, they can get it at their fingertips.
When these little bastards grow up, their arrogance and arrogance become more and more serious day by day, and finally, they grow into old bastards like Shenzu who deserve to be beheaded.
I survived King Qi Li, Herding Niu'er, Sun Yingtai, King Zheng Wu, and even Wang Qiuyi, but unfortunately, the power in the world is always controlled by these scornful things. Generation after generation, the feeling of relying on others is really disappointing.
People are unhappy..."
At this time, everything was silent.
Qing Li was silent for a while, and finally turned his attention to the voice that dared to ask him questions.
Several huge beads of cabbage make this shell palace as bright as white ground.
In the spacious palace, in addition to Qingli Jun, who is at the head, there is another group of people.
There were dozens of them in total, both men and women, with different clothes and different postures.
But without exception, their pupils are all white, they are the eyes of human demons.
Among these dozens of people, a man in a black fox mask and golden armor was vaguely headed.
The question just now came from the mouth of Xuanhu Mask.
"Say it."
Qing Lijun said calmly:
"You go to such great lengths to mess with my magic circle. What do you want?"
"The world."
In the crowd, the black fox mask responded loudly.
"The world?" Qingli Jun repeated this sentence.
"I came here to hope that Mr. Long and I will work together for a great cause!"
"Why Xiang?"
"Please also invite Mr. Long."
The man took a few steps back solemnly and bowed to Lord Qingli:
"First kill all the human races in Qingli Holy Land!"
