Emperor Mu said slowly and arrogantly: "I, Nanyuan Wenzhi, have many candidates with unrivaled martial arts skills."
"This is the same way." Qian Yeli played with the wine glass in his hand and glanced at the ever-smiling Sky Emperor Feng Yunao.
Feng Yunao leaned on the jade chair and remained unmoved, as if he had known that Emperor Mu would not end immediately.
"The last one." Amidst the loud shouts below, the Duke of Rites let out a deafening roar, shaking the crowd in all directions.
Then he shouted almost at the top of his lungs: "The current young master of my Nanyuan ancient remnants, Helian Fengyun."[
As soon as these words came out, Mu Huang, who had been leaning on the back of his chair watching the show with a calm expression, suddenly became serious.
Helian Fengyun? The ancient remnants of Nanyuan? Young Master?
Who is this?
As Emperor Mu's face darkened, a group of people slowly flew in from the sky outside the arena.
The uniform white fur robes shrouded the ten handsome men who were unparalleled in the world. Against the backdrop of their cold faces, they looked even more like flying immortals from heaven.
Ten people walked in twos and sixes, and six people walked slowly from left to right.
The four people in the middle were carrying a large snow-white spar chair, which was completely made of pure plant spar, emitting bright light in the sunlight.
And on the large crystal chair carried by the four people, there was a person wearing a fiery red fur robe, leaning lazily on it.
While looking at it, the beauty is perfect.
His appearance was obviously not as good as that of the ten followers behind him, but his lazy eyes swept across the world, making people dare not look up.
A golden golden lion lay quietly behind her, letting the man lean against it, eyes narrowed, looking at everything and nothing in front of her.
From a distance, it looks like a fire burning in the snowy mountains, extremely dazzling.
Gorgeous, arrogant, eye-catching... all the words to describe their line suddenly poured into the hearts of everyone below, this line, this line...
Ten people slowly came through the air and fell firmly into the sixteenth place.
The man on the crystal chair slowly raised his head, with a wicked smile on his lips, and looked in all directions.
"Bang." Emperor Mu's cup on the throne was instantly crushed to pieces by him.
At this time, Emperor Mu looked at the group of people below, his face almost turned black with anger.
Damn it, Feng Yun, this bastard Feng Yun.
What the hell is an ancient remnant? This woman deserves a damn lesson. She actually...actually...[