"First of all, please allow me, as a representative, to sing a song in praise of the great Lord Yama!"
Everyone below shouted "Long live Lord Yama" and "Long live Lord Yama"...
It's just that the Yama people are already flying immortals. Although they are not ten thousand years old, they are probably a thousand years old. There is really no need for this.
However, [Yam Luo], also known as [Flying Immortal? Painting Saint Wu Liangzi], did not pay attention and waved hello to everyone in the organization in a friendly manner. His appearance also won a burst of cheers.
"Okay, everyone, let us focus on the stage again." The host said impassionedly, feeling like he was about to shout out his voice, "This time, not only has there been a change in the competition system, the biggest
Have you seen the changes? The one on the top seat is..."
While he was speaking, the candles near the top floor suddenly lit up, and the brocade box bound by chains became the protagonist.
"This time, the prize for the final winner is this brocade box! What's in the brocade box?"
"What is it? What is it?"
Everyone is booing!
"It's the same artifact as Lord Protector Wen's Fire Dragon Whip, the so-called Fire Feather Fan! Lord Yama said, whoever wins will be the one who can use it! This is a great honor! Let us cheer for Lord Yama!"
The host did not forget to flatter Yama in every sentence, and the crowd also cheered.
Basically, even twelve of the artifacts were not used. Besides, Yama didn't have many artifacts in his hands. In other words, they would be used by someone in an emergency, but only Uncle Wen, who basically didn't use artifacts, was given to him in the long term.
Perhaps, the enemies faced by Yama now do not require the power of twelve magical weapons to deal with them.
Therefore, even if the divine weapon is used by the disciples, the twelve branches have no objection. If the disciples are outstanding, their faces will be more shining. Some masters themselves are not as good as others, but they are very proud of teaching their disciples well and their disciples are strong. So they often
We are competing openly and secretly.
"It's actually a divine weapon? Lord Yama is so generous this time."
Lan Zhi's star-studded eyes popped out, and when she saw the artifact, she felt like a young girl seeing her lover. No, the eldest daughter of the Lan family was clearly looking for faults when she saw her sweetheart, Zhou Yan.
"Haha, this artifact must be in our brother's pocket!"
Hu Jun said arrogantly.
Zhou Yan hugged his chest and glanced coldly at Hu Jun, who was trembling all over.
Zhou Yan really couldn't figure out why such a waste was allowed to participate in the competition?
However, Miss Lanzhi was also a curious baby, so she asked Hu Jun and Hu Rong where the injuries on their heads came from.
"Why do you have a bag on your head and a bandage? It doesn't matter. Did you fall or something?"
The eldest daughter of the Lan family's question, which sounded like concern, made the two brothers Hu Rong and Hu Jun extremely embarrassed. They glanced at Zhou Yan secretly, but flinched under the latter's sharp and stern eyes, and were too scared to look again.
The prince who punished them severely for being unreasonable.
"It's...it was when my brother and I were competing...right, brother?" Hu Jun looked at Hu Rong guiltily, with cold sweat breaking out on his forehead.
"Yes... yes! We two brothers were too serious in our competition. We wanted to warm up before the game. No, because we were too serious and we were not careful."