Seeing Wang Yu turn around and disappear into the crowd, Xia Yan quickly winked at the girls and followed closely.
Although there were many people around, the environment was noisy. Xia Yan and Wang Yu had deliberately controlled their voices during the conversation just now, so that other unrelated people could not hear it.
After wandering among the crowd for a moment, Xia Yan and others' eyes suddenly lit up. The originally crowded crowd suddenly disappeared. In front of them was an open space about two hundred meters long. This area was isolated by some fully armed temple guards.
Opposite Xia Yan is the exclusive passage of the arena. This passage is generally used by special people who come to the arena, such as some of the competitors participating in the competition, or some people with high status.
At this time, Xia Yan's eyes narrowed and fell on the group of people opposite.
The people on the opposite side were all familiar to Xia Yan, and they were all Tiangong practitioners. The Holy Emperor was also among this group of people, waiting at the entrance of the passage, obviously waiting for Xia Yan specifically.
"Mr. Xia Yan, the Holy Emperor and all the cultivators of the Heavenly Palace are waiting for us in front!" Wang Yu was walking in front of Xia Yan and the others. At this time, he turned around and said to Xia Yan with a smile.
"Which one is the Holy Emperor?" Bai Rui glanced secretly and asked in a low voice.
"Look who has the most indifferent expression on his face, that's the Holy Emperor!" Xia Yan paused slightly at his feet and said with a smile.
Even Xiao Qing looked curiously at the many Tiangong practitioners two hundred meters away.
When Bai Rui heard what Xia Yan said, she carefully observed the expressions of the people opposite her. After a moment, her eyes focused on the face of a young man in a dark golden robe. This young man in a dark golden robe,
There is almost no expression on his face, and his eyes are as deep as stars.
After a few breaths, Xia Yan and others had arrived near the practitioners of Qiantian Palace.
"Practitioner Xia Yan..."
"Mr. Xia Yan..."
Many Tiangong cultivators greeted Xia Yan one after another. Although Xia Yan is very young, Xia Yan's strength is already recognized as number one among Tiangong cultivators. Ever since Xia Yan came from the land of confusion
After returning, Tiangong practitioners will know Xia Yan's true strength.
If you have enough strength, you will be respected accordingly. A cultivator is not judged by his age, but by his strength. No matter how young Xia Yan is, he will be respected by others if he has strong strength.
Even the three inspectors of the Heavenly Palace and the three managers of the Emperor's Palace were extremely polite to Xia Yan.
"Lord Holy Emperor!" Xia Yan first saluted the Holy Emperor with clasped fists.
The Holy Emperor's eyes fell on Xia Yan, he nodded slightly, raised the corners of his mouth slightly and said, "Xia Yan, you don't seem to be relaxed recently!"
While speaking, the Holy Emperor also looked at the five girls behind Xia Yan, Xiaoqing, Yuan Shan, Bai Rui, Su Qin, and Bai Rui. There was a sense of ridicule in the Holy Emperor's words.
As soon as the Holy Emperor said these words, Xia Yan seemed slightly embarrassed. Of course, Xia Yan could understand the meaning of the Holy Emperor's words.
The other Tiangong cultivators were slightly startled, and then suppressed their smiles. The Holy Emperor really had a different attitude towards Xia Yan, and the Holy Emperor could actually make such a joke.
If he hadn't stood here in person and heard these words from the Holy Emperor's mouth, who would have believed that the Holy Emperor would make such a little joke?
"Haha..." Xia Yan laughed a few times and greeted other Tiangong practitioners.
"Let's go in and see... the contest between two god-level blacksmiths on the mainland." The Holy Emperor pursed his lips, swayed, turned around, and walked towards the passage first.
Xia Yan and others also followed the Holy Emperor, and a group of people hid in the passage. Naturally, the native dogs followed Xia Yan closely.
At this time, the native dog was all obedient, with green eyes, not daring to look around. It could also feel the powerful power emanating from the Holy Emperor. Just now the Holy Emperor glanced at it a few times, and was stunned.
It made its heart beat faster. It had never felt that way before.
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"Chichi~"
In the competition area in the center of the arena, subtle sounds continued to spread in the air. Divine Hammer and Qiu Shui were trying their best to control the blue flame in the furnace in front of them. This flame was sometimes big and sometimes small, extremely
Active. If it were an ordinary blacksmith, it would be impossible to control it.
Moreover, this blue flame is extremely domineering, and ordinary ore will be melted into liquid in an instant. If it is not controlled well, all previous efforts may be wasted.
The material used by Qiu Shui to make weapons is also a special kind of ore called Hongmanggang. Although this kind of ore is rare, it is not as good as the heart of clear water. This kind of ore is mostly produced in the belly of volcanoes and costs a certain amount of money to buy.
It is not difficult to get this kind of ore. But like the Heart of Clear Water, it is not easy to buy no matter how much money you have.
"Huh~"
In the passage entering the central area of the arena, a series of figures quietly appeared at the edge of the passage.
Wang Dongji, who was sitting on the seat above, suddenly turned his eyes towards the two god-level blacksmiths. As soon as dozens of Tiangong practitioners appeared, Wang Dongji sensed the slightest energy fluctuation.
"Hiss~"
The airflow between Wang Dongji's breath changed slightly, his eyebrows also raised, and his eyes fell on the Holy Emperor and Xia Yan.
"The Holy Emperor on the Holy Mountain has actually come in person." Wang Dongji thought to himself, and he stood up and walked a few steps forward, with a smile on his face, "Lord Holy Emperor!"
Wang Dongji clasped his fists like the Holy Emperor and made sounds from his mouth.
"Well, Lord Dongji!" The Holy Emperor also spoke out, but he didn't clasp his fists and just nodded.
Thirty years ago, Wang Dongji was almost killed by the Holy Emperor. However, after Wang Dongji relied on a defensive artifact to escape that time, the Holy Emperor never took action against Wang Dongji again. Regardless of Wang Dongji's heart
Wang Dongji still didn't dare to make too much of the Holy Emperor's attitude towards the Holy Emperor now that they met. As for what happened thirty years ago, of course neither of them would mention it face to face.
Shen Chui and Qiu Shui were all focused on the work in front of them at this time, and they couldn't separate their thoughts at all. Neither of them heard the conversation between Wang Dongji and the Holy Emperor.
Wang Dongji winked at the deputy sect leader of Dongji. The deputy sect leader immediately understood, nodded slightly, and moved closer to the Holy Emperor and the many cultivators in the Tiangong.
"I have met the Holy Emperor, all practitioners of the Heavenly Palace!" The deputy sect master came to the Holy Emperor and others and bowed slightly.
Although he is the deputy sect master of Dongji, he must be extremely respectful when meeting the Holy Emperor, the supreme ruler of the Dragon Continent.
"Please, all of you, come with me!" the deputy sect leader of Dongji continued, reaching out to the side to make a gesture of invitation. There were also some vacant seats on the left side of his body.
Today in the central arena, even those big and powerful families on the mainland are not qualified to sit on the seats above. People from those big families are also sitting on the seats around them.
At this time, of course, the eyes of these people fell on the Holy Emperor and others. Of course, they did not come forward to say hello, because they were not qualified at all. Even the five major forces in the Holy City were not qualified to fight with the Holy Emperor.
The emperor said hello.
Even among the patriarchs of these big families, less than 10% have met the Holy Emperor. Except for some members of the five major families in the Holy City, almost none of the patriarchs and elders of the other main city families have had the opportunity to meet the Holy Emperor.
"That's the Holy Emperor!" A dark-faced middle-aged man spoke solemnly.
"Yes, today, I can actually see the Holy Emperor. The cultivators next to the Holy Emperor seem to be Tiangong cultivators. Good guys, they all seem to be strong men of the Ling Sect." The middle-aged man with a dark complexion stood beside him.
, an old man whispered with twinkling eyes.
"Of course Tiangong practitioners are tyrannical. I can feel that among that group of people, there are quite a few from the Peak Spirit Sect." Another old man in green said in a deep voice.
This old man in green is actually at the peak of the Spiritual Sect, so he can feel the peak of the Spiritual Sect among Tiangong practitioners.
"The Tiangong cultivators are here. Is that Xia Yan here too? Huh? Why are there five young women?" A young man who looked to be in his thirties and dressed in Chinese clothes said with a look of astonishment.
"Good guy, these five young women are all in the Lingzong realm. It's not impossible for such a young practitioner to reach the Lingzong realm, but five of them appear all at once, it's really..."
"Could it be that they are all Tiangong practitioners?"
"No, although there are women among the Tiangong cultivators, there are definitely none so young." The white-bearded old man wearing a special black robe said firmly.
This man is the head of the Xun family, one of the five major forces in the Holy City, and the grandfather of Zhang Feng who was killed by Xia Yan. His name is Xun Luan.
After a while, his eyes glanced at Xia Yan, his eyelids twitched slightly, and a trace of sinisterness flashed in his eyes, but disappeared again immediately.
"Then they are..." An old man behind Xun Ling frowned.
Those who can follow the Holy Emperor and a group of Tiangong practitioners are certainly not ordinary people. Since these women are not Tiangong practitioners, they must have an extraordinary relationship with the Holy Emperor or Tiangong practitioners.
"Hehe, have you seen the young man next to the Holy Emperor?" Xun Luan turned his face sideways, letting out a gloomy laugh and said in a negative tone.
"I saw it, who is that person? I can't feel his strength." The old man's expression changed, he frowned and asked in a hissing voice.
"He is Xia Yan, a Tiangong cultivator with peak Lingzong strength. I think he must have brought those five girls." Xun Luan snorted coldly and said with a flash of his eyes.
"What? Is he Xia Yan?" the old man whispered in shock.
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"Lord Holy Emperor, all Heavenly Palace practitioners, please take a seat."
The deputy sect leader of Dongji brought the Holy Emperor and others to the upper seats, pointed to a few rows of seats, turned around and said. These seats are on the right side of Wang Dongji and others, and the two parties are only a few meters apart.