By mobilizing so many magical beasts lightly, Feng Motian eliminated the Lord of Beasts with one hand, without caring about what others thought.
Listening to the praises of Feng Yunao and Qian Yeli, Emperor Mu smiled confidently and proudly and said: "Nanyuan is not richer in products than the sky and the star field. We can only rely on self-improvement."
Feng Yunao and Qian Yeli nodded lightly after hearing this.
It is good to have rich products, but unfortunately there are advantages and disadvantages.
The two continents are far less powerful and have as many warriors as those in Nanyuan.[
"There are only two people. One is the Three Sources of Spiritual Power, and the other is the Lord of Beasts. I don't know how many surprises are waiting for us below." After lightly nodding, Qian Yeli glanced back to the arena again.
"I'm looking forward to it too." Feng Yunao also looked over.
Emperor Mu knew that his people would never embarrass him, and he didn't mind the two emperors watching at all, but was secretly proud of it.
But when his eyes glanced at the wind and clouds below, his face really lost its pride.
Black, endless black.
The heat wave was noisy, and the cheers from the Jade Palace came one after another. In the fierce autumn wind, they went straight up to the blue clouds and floated to Kyushu.
How could the candidate selected by the wealthy Nanyuan family be of the same generation as Yi Yu?
Each and every one of them is stunning.
Those who look at it are dazzled and overwhelmed.
When the wind blows, the place is full of enthusiasm.
"You're showing off your ugliness." Wang Lengtong, the 15th Nanyuan General, shouted coldly, clasped his fists and saluted in all directions, and walked back to his position amidst the loud cheers.
The fifteen contestants had finished their performances, and only Helian Fengyun, an ancient remnant, was left.
The fifteen contestants on the stage and even Feng Yufei all looked at Feng Yun, who had always been arrogant and lazy.
This man didn't seem to have high spiritual power, but his followers were ridiculously tall and seemed mysterious. They wanted to see what good tricks this ancient remnant had.
The people on the stage looked at Fengyun, and after the deafening cheers, the more than 300,000 Nanyuan people in the arena also looked at Fengyun.
As far as the eye can see, the wind and cloud suddenly become the center of all the characters.
Feng Yun, who was in the center of his gaze, raised his eyelids gently and slowly, glancing at everyone with a half-smile.
That evil and lazy temperament was increasingly pushed to its limit by her.