After all the participating colleges entered, Shrek Academy and his team stood at the back of all the teams. After Ma Hongjun’s guidance, the anger in everyone’s hearts was transformed into endless fighting spirit. They were just waiting for the game to start to save them from today’s shame.
Everyone looked around curiously. This large spirit fighting arena was undoubtedly the largest spirit fighting arena they had ever seen in their lives.
The stands, which can accommodate 80,000 spectators, are all decorated with a silver-toned background. Although it is morning, special magic light is hung around it, giving people not only luxury, but also grandeur.
"Look, Zhuqing, that's my dad." Ning Rongrong excitedly pointed at the VIP table.
"Where?" Zhu Zhuqing looked around blankly and looked at the high platform, not knowing who Ning Rongrong was talking about.
"The VIP table, on the right side of the first row, is the one wearing the seven-treasure purple gold crown." Ning Rongrong pointed to the VIP table, on the right side of the first row, the middle-aged man in a silver-white robe with a graceful demeanor and a face like a bright moon.
man.
Zhu Zhuqing was startled, her cold and beautiful face blushed slightly, the towering mountain peaks undulated slightly, and she whispered in surprise, "Rongrong, your father is so handsome, no wonder he has such a beautiful daughter like you."
Ning Rongrong smiled proudly, "No, my father has eight wives."
"..." Zhu Zhuqing hesitated slightly. She originally wanted to say, "Your dad is so delicious." But now she didn't want to say anything.
Ning Rongrong, who was in excitement, did not notice Zhu Zhuqing's emotional reaction and continued to say triumphantly, "Zhuqing, look, the one next to my father wearing a golden crown with diamonds is our Emperor of the Tiandou Empire, Xue.
Night Emperor."
Ning Rongrong did not deliberately lower her voice, so everyone could hear what she said.
Ma Hongjun turned around and pulled Shui Bing'er behind him. He looked at the old man on the VIP table who was wearing a golden and red robe with a face as old as the moon. He said in surprise, "Bing'er, that's your uncle. He and Xue
Is there a big age difference between my mother-in-law and my mother-in-law?"
Ning Fengzhi didn't need an introduction, Ma Hongjun knew him, but he felt that Emperor Xueye's face seemed a little stiff, but he didn't think much about it, maybe it was because of his age.
Shui Bing'er frowned slightly, "I don't know about this. I only met my uncle once when I was very young. Maybe there is a big age difference between him and my mother. Look, Xiaojun, how close are we to him in the second row?
The one who bears a striking resemblance is my second uncle, Xue Ji’s father.”
Ma Hongjun nodded, it was this Prince Snow Star who drove Shrek and his group out of Tiandou Royal Academy.
Turning his eyes, he looked to the left side of Emperor Xueye, where there sat a sinister old man who was even older than him.
This man's whole body was covered in a bright red robe, and he wore a five-pointed white gold crown on his head. His cloudy eyes looked at the participating students in the field, and he sat there meticulously, as straight as a wax statue.
The old man in the wax figure has very narrow shoulders and a long and thin body like a bamboo pole. Judging from the crown on his head, this man should be one of the platinum bishops of Wuhun Palace.
According to Yu Xiaogang's initial introduction to them, there were four archbishops under the pope in the entire Wuhun Palace, and their noble status was symbolized by a five-pointed platinum crown.
As expected, Ning Rongrong said, "Zhuqing, you have to remember the person on the left of Emperor Xueye. Finally, be more careful about lighting him up in the future. His name is Saras, and he is the platinum of Wuhun Palace.
One of the bishops, he is also the master of the Wuhun Palace in Tiandou City. But he is bad..., blah blah blah,..."
On the high platform, Archbishop Salas seemed to be aware of it. His eyes moved slightly and he glanced down the platform, then turned into a wax figure again.
…
The preliminaries officially opened. The master of ceremonies on the side of the VIP table said loudly, "Now, I would like to invite our great Emperor Xue Ye of the Tiandou Empire to announce the opening of this competition."
Emperor Xue Ye is wearing a golden and red robe, but it is different from the golden and red round-neck robe that Ma Hongjun usually wears. He wears a golden and red imperial robe, which gives people a very noble feeling at first impression.
But Ma Hongjun's hair is the same color as his long hair and martial spirit, golden red like the sun or magma, giving people a sense of elegance and nobility that is as bright as the sun, majestic and vast, perfectly portraying him as a fire person.
The magnificent and domineering yet noble aura of the owner of the Phoenix Spirit was displayed.
Emperor Xueye stood up slowly, raised his right hand and pressed down softly, and Nuo Da's Soul Fighting Square instantly became silent. The majesty of the emperor was fully demonstrated at this moment.
"I, Emperor Xue Ye of the Tiandou Empire, on behalf of the Tiandou Empire and on behalf of the organizer of this competition, announce that the Pan-Continent Advanced Soul Master Academy Elite Competition is now officially open."
The old and solemn voice of Emperor Xue Ye instantly spread throughout the square through a special loudspeaker soul guide. Suddenly, everyone from the general audience to the teachers and students of the academy who came to compete cheered.
The applause thundered again, cheers came and went, and everyone cheered for the opening of the competition.
"Huh? The emperor here doesn't call himself me or Gu? I'm so special."
Ma Hongjun was surprised by Emperor Xue Ye's self-promotion, but he didn't take it to heart. However, he always felt that Emperor Xue Ye's expression was a bit far-fetched and his voice was not strong. He didn't know whether he was really unhappy or what.
When the applause fell silent again, Emperor Xue Ye continued, "Here, I hope that all the soul masters participating in this competition can give full play to their strengths... and show your glory to the fullest."
Thunderous applause and cheers rang out again. This time, the eyes of the young soul masters in the center of the competition venue were almost all filled with burning brilliance. For them, such a competition would be the best stage to showcase themselves.
If there are exceptions, probably the only ones are Ma Hongjun and Tang San. They are not from this world, so they have no sense of belonging to the Tiandou Empire. In addition, they have always been influenced by Taoist ideas.
He is not very interested in fame, fortune or anything else, but prefers the life of Xianyun Yehe.
The opening speech continued. After Emperor Xueye, Ning Rongrong's father, Ning Fengzhi, the handsome and handsome man who fascinated countless girls and ladies, stood up to speak.
Then he gave a long speech, which attracted the masses of people and many participating students to cheer and applaud, especially when he said that the final champion of the competition would definitely belong to the Tiandou Empire, even the person he was sitting on was as thin as a wax figure.
Archbishop Salas, who looked like a stick, couldn't help but look at the participating students.
Salas' turbid eyes scanned all the participating teams in the arena, as if he wanted to find the team that Ning Fengzhi said could bring championships to the empire.
In the square, the vast number of people and spectators also began to discuss and express their own opinions, analyzing and guessing which team Ning Fengzhi was optimistic about.
Ning Fengzhi sat back in his seat, and then the master of ceremonies announced that he would invite Archbishop Salas to come to the stage to draw lots for the first round of the qualifiers.
He seemed to be in a bad mood, and I didn't see him speaking or making any movements. I saw him disappearing from his seat, turning into a purple-red halo, slowly floating towards the high platform where the master of ceremonies was, and then there were dots of purple-red lights.
It condensed and turned into the figure of Salas.
His technique was similar to the method of gathering to form and dispersing to form energy, which immediately made the audience cheer for it.
Salas didn't say a word after he came on stage, with an old face, and started drawing lots directly. However, when he took the sign representing each college handed over by the staff, he did not shy away from the eyes of the thousands of spectators and touched it in public.
I touched the beautiful and tender little hands of the staff.
He is really in a bad mood. No matter which man or beast the Pope told him to look for, he still has no clue. If this continues, his position as Platinum Bishop will be replaced. He
It's strange to be in a good mood.
"I hope this game can give me a little surprise." Salas said to himself. He has already decided. He really doesn't have the slightest clue about humans, but animals are different. They have fame and sex. What is the name of dance?
of.
And according to the information provided to him by the Pope, if the escaped soul beast really came to the human world, its transformed human age should now be equivalent to those of the participating students in the audience, maybe
Just mixed in among the students of this Soul Master Academy.
Salas didn't say anything. He drew a pair of college lists and the emcee's sexy voice sounded once.
"The first round of the qualifiers, Canghui College versus Purple Star College."
"In the first round of the qualifiers, Auckland College faced off against Flame Glory College."
"..."
"The first round of the qualifiers, Tiandou Royal Academy versus Shrek Academy."
"..."
No one paid much attention to the other academies' matches against Shrek, but when everyone heard that their opponents in the first round were actually the second team of Tiandou Royal Academy, the expressions on everyone's faces couldn't help but become weird.
Oscar couldn't help but murmured, "It can't be such a coincidence, right?"
Everyone nodded in agreement and looked at Shui Bing'er in unison. They all knew the identity of this person. Although they had to do some things, they couldn't embarrass themselves.
"Have you forgotten? I was also on the stage when we played against the Royal Fighter Team." Shui Bing'er smiled softly.
"Then I'm relieved. Quack!" Dai Mubai laughed ferociously, pressing his hands against each other like exploding beans, making a series of crackling sounds of bones, "Aren't you driving us out? This time, let them see what strength is. Hong
Jun, Xiaosan, and Dai Mubai request to fight."
"Brother, Xiaosan, Xiaowu also requested to join the battle." Xiaowu's two rabbit ears were raised, with a look of eagerness on his face.
Although Zhu Zhuqing didn't say anything, she stood up directly and took off the cloak from her shoulders. Her fiery and slender devil figure was supported by a black outfit with blue and green stripes, which made her look heroic, but also more prominent.
She directly proved her determination through actions.
Oscar retreated to Ning Rongrong. Although they also wanted to go up, Flanders and Yu Xiaogang had rules, so they could only cheer for everyone.
Tang Chen, Mo Ziyuan, Tai Long and others looked at each other in shock, but they could understand the mood of the Shrek Eight Devils. After all, who was it that was invited to join their academy all the way, only to be kicked out again?
No matter who it was, they would feel suffocated in their hearts.
Ma Hongjun and Tang San looked at each other and smiled bitterly. They also wanted everyone to take revenge, but they had to take the overall situation into consideration.
"Let's do this. This battle will be between me and Xiaosanzi, Bing'er, Zhuqing, Tang Chen, Jingling, Qingxuan, Jiangzhu. The seven of us will fight. Arrange the battle, blah blah blah..."
Before Ma Hongjun could finish speaking, Dai Mubai said quickly, "No, Xiaojun, Xiaosan, please let me go up. I want to go up and vent this bad breath."
Shui Bing'er suddenly stood up, smiled softly, and said, "Xiaojun, let Mubai come on. I have plenty of opportunities to play."
Ma Hongjun said nothing, it was already decided that Shui Bing'er would play, and he was not going to change again. He and Tang San looked at everyone, lingering on everyone, thinking about who should be replaced.
Everyone looked at each other, and then Jing Ling suddenly stood up and said, "Let me change it. My strength is not as good as Xiaochen, Qingxuan and the others. I can't thank you enough for giving me a chance to participate. This battle is still for Mu."
Come on, both Bai and Bingbing."
"This." Ma Hongjun and Tang San looked at each other and smiled bitterly, nodding helplessly.
Dai Mubai lightly punched Jing Ling and said with a grateful expression, "Thank you, brother, for this one, I won't compete with you for the chance to fight again."
Jing Ling curled her lips slightly and said softly, "You're welcome, I can understand your mood, Mubai."
"Okay, then it's settled. This battle will be fought between me and my senior brother, Bingbing, Mubai, Zhuqing, cousin, Qingxuan, Jiangzhu, seven of us. The battle arrangement is like this..."
——It’s time to play King of Fighters again. Come and vote for Shrek, everyone.