Hearing what Lan Cai'er said, Tan Ruhua smiled disdainfully, "It's just a show, let's see what tricks she can come up with. Mr. Feng, we are not making things difficult for you. You have to decide about the excrement bath yourself."
Yes, you are the son of the Feng family after all, and since I have said it, I hope you can do it."
"I also hope that the two girls can do it." Feng Jin changed his usual attitude and became serious, with a very serious expression.
Tan Ruhua was stunned for a moment, then stopped laughing: "That's natural."
"..."
Most of the people wanted to have fun. After recovering from the surprise of the Mingwang Sword just now, everyone just hoped that Qingge could finish the weapon selection quickly so that they could watch Mr. Feng take a bath in excrement. Thinking about it made them a little excited.
Feng Jin's eyes were deep, and his eyes ignored everything in front of him, like a stream of light, finally falling on the crystal table.
For some reason, his heart was beating fast.
No one knew that when he came back from his dream last night, he saw the princess in green standing on the crystal platform. In a daze, Feng Jin vaguely heard the word Wuji and the shock and horror of the whole audience.
Even if it was just an illusory dream, he believed unswervingly and looked forward to the miracle.
Qingge stood on the crystal platform, holding the Mingwang Sword and looking back at Feng Jin.
The breeze blows slowly, and the clothes are fluttering.
"Start!" the divine envoy gave the order, Qingge's eyes were as sharp as a sword, and he saw her holding the Mingwang Sword tightly in her right hand, her figure whistling past like a strong wind, and her momentum was unstoppable like a dragon sailing out of the sea.
A Mingwang sword split the sky, and strong winds struck the colorful objects on the other side of the crystal platform with a simple and rough force in the fierce wind.
The hurricane swept by the blade rushed towards the face, and the colorful clothes were motionless. After countless battles in front of them, the colorful clothes in the afterimage light were not wrinkled, just like the calm water without ripples.
At this moment, when the King Ming's sword came with a shocking power, the sword's light was like the wind, and the colorful clothes on Qicai's body flew backwards, making a hunting sound.
Qicai caught Qingge's blade with one hand, Qingge felt like a huge mountain was pressing down on her.
What was shocking was that the colorful afterimage, which had never moved, actually took three steps back under the power of Mingwang's sword.
Not only that, Qicai was still retreating until it reached the edge of the crystal platform, with no way to retreat.
Countless people stared at this scene in astonishment with their eyes wide open, as if in a dream, unbelievable and unbelievable.
The colorful phoenix is the most noble messenger in the divine realm. It is said that this clan is not a phoenix clan, but the noble incarnation of light.
Wherever the light is, there she is.
Suddenly, beams of light were released from countless pores all over the body of the colorful sword under King Ming's sword. Thousands of beams of light converged together, causing the practitioners to subconsciously squint their eyes. Their eyes were completely white and they could not see anything clearly.
The ball of light cracked and fell like a goddess scattering flowers.
Countless light points gathered in the sky again, and the sacred and beautiful colorful phoenix spread its wings and soared.
A pair of wings is like colorful neon clothes, each wing is composed of light.
Especially those eyes, it is not an exaggeration to say that they are the most gorgeous glow in the sky.
There were gasps of air under the crystal stage.
Such a scene has been rare for thousands of years.
The numb and stiff figure of the divine envoy moved slightly. He raised his head and looked at the colorful phoenix. The brilliant and bright light filled every corner of the divine weapon fort.
The envoy from the Divine Realm was so emotional that his voice trembled when he spoke, "For many years, no one has been able to bring out the beast form of the Seven-Colored Venerable with a single blow, even if it is just an afterimage of the Seven-Colored Venerable."
Everyone was shocked!
Do you want to be so exaggerated and perverted?
That was the Venerable Seven Colors, and it actually showed the Venerable Seven Colors animal form?
The light singer stood on the crystal platform holding the Mingwang Sword. She looked up at Qicai and saw her reflection in those glowing eyes.
Colorful light surged around her, and she transformed into a rich and elegant woman dressed in neon clothes, with a pair of emerald-like feet landing on the crystal platform.
Qicai looked at the envoy from the Divine Realm.
The face of the envoy from the Divine Realm turned red with excitement. He announced to everyone, "Venerable Qicai said that she could not judge Ye Qingge's military rank. The Reverend's body is in the Divine Realm. She has informed all the venerable lords to discuss it together."
It will be announced later. From what I can see, Your Excellency Ye’s Bing Sect rank is at least Fifteen Sword Sect and above!”
Fifteen levels of sword gate!
The wind passed by silently, the heaven and earth were silent, and you could hear needles falling everywhere, except for the rapid breathing between each other.
"Oh my god, I'm going to faint. Old Litou, please check my ears quickly. I've been having tinnitus recently. Did I hear something wrong?" The second elder was so excited that his face turned red with excitement. He grabbed the elder's hand.
, for fear that it is my own auditory hallucination.
"Even if you heard it wrong, can you still see it wrong? Qingge's sword struck out, and even the body of the Qicai Venerable was brought out. Her military rank can only be decided after deliberation by all the adults in the God's Domain. This shows her strength.
Deep, high talent." Rao, the always calm elder, was a little trembling when he spoke at this moment.
The dean who was sitting on the chair suddenly stood up, and the third elder was dumbfounded.
Di Wuxie stood in a remote corner, wearing a glittering golden robe with scarlet roses embroidered on the hem.
Vulgar aesthetics and decoration.
Di Wuxie curled his lips, with an evil and sycophantic smile on his lips.
You'er jumped up and down, holding Liu Yan'er and spinning around a few times, "Uncle Liu, did you hear it? Did you hear it! Liger is a fifteenth-dan swordsman, fifteenth-dan. With such a score, she is a fourth-level
There’s only one from a graduate school!”
"I heard it." Liu Yan'er lowered her eyebrows and smiled.
Ye Qingge has always been like this. To stay with her, you must have a strong and powerful heart.
Otherwise, he might be frightened to death by Ye Qingge one day.
She is a mysterious and ancient book, every page is poison, every page is a beautiful dream.
This book never has the last page, but everyone wants to see the last page.
Yes, they followed it relentlessly for the excitement of the last page, even through mountains of swords and seas of fire.
Gillian was wiping the precious exquisite sword. When she heard the words of the divine messenger, Gillian froze.
She turned her head inch by inch like a machine, and her eyes fell directly on the crystal table.
Fifteenth-level swordsman?
She stood in the prison on the dark water, with heaven and earth as a coffin. Her soul, which was regarded as noble and proud, was like fragile glass. As a clear voice sounded, it had been shattered and could not be repaired.
Deep in Gillian Qinghan's eyes was a sea of blood.
She became vigilant, her soul and spirit were as tight as a string, as if it would break at any time.
She has never been so afraid of anyone.
Gillian pursed her bright red lips tightly.
Lan Cai'er and Tan Ruhua were both stunned.
Fifteen paragraphs...
That is an existence that is beyond their reach.
Lan Cai'er was thankful, "Fortunately it's not Wuji..."