"I saw it! Isn't the leader the leader, Lord Chanyuan?"
Everyone exclaimed, and Chanyuan landed on the high platform. He first bowed to the wine cellar, and then nodded to Emperor Bai.
"Holy Envoy, I wonder where His Majesty the Holy Emperor is now?" Bai Qingshui asked.
"Go back to Baidi, His Majesty the Holy Emperor has arrived."
"Arrived already?"
Just as he finished speaking, thunder suddenly flashed in the sky and dark clouds rolled in. The huge Jiedi cloud enveloped the entire sky arena.
"What's going on?"
Suddenly, a beam of light fell from the sky and hit the high platform.
In the light, a shadow flashed.
In an instant, invisible pressure enveloped the world. The entire Holy Emperor City was shrouded in holy light...
Plop.
Someone knelt on the ground, then one, two... Countless people knelt on the ground, prostrate themselves in worship, "See His Majesty the Holy Emperor!"
"See His Majesty the Holy Emperor!"
"See His Majesty the Holy Emperor!"
One voice after another, spreading throughout the entire sky and earth!
Like a devout believer.
Been around for a long time.
On the playing field, Bai Lichen, Su Yuanzhi and others also knelt down along with everyone else. They looked up into the void and saw the phantom slowly falling down to the high platform.
"I've met the Holy Emperor."
"See the Holy Emperor."
Bai Qingshui and Jiu He stood up and saluted.
"Get up."
The long and ancient sound spread in all directions of the Sky Arena. This sound seemed to come from the beginning of the world and came from the Hongmeng world. Not only the Sky Arena City, but also the people kneeling in the Holy Emperor City heard it.
"It's His Majesty the Holy Emperor! It's really His Majesty the Holy Emperor!"
"One day, I will be able to wait until His Majesty the Holy Emperor comes to this world. What a blessing it will be in my lifetime!"
…
Countless people's eyes were red, and they worshiped and kowtowed like the most loyal believers.
The entire streets of Saint Emperor City were filled with cheers.
Sky Arena.
As the sound fell, everyone felt that they were being gently lifted up by a pair of invisible hands. They stood up tremblingly, the shock and excitement in their hearts beyond words.
The shadow fell on the main seat. From a distance, everyone could only see a vague figure, but no matter what, they could not see his face clearly.
It was as if there was a layer of ethereal mist blocking him in front of him, making it difficult to see or touch.
Bai Qingshui's eyes flashed slightly, and there was always a warm smile at the corner of her mouth.
At this moment, countless people were watching this scene from all directions.
This is a prosperous time.
It is also a historical moment that will be recorded in the annals of gods.
Also watching this scene were Ling Xuewei and Ye Moyan.
Through the surveillance screen, they could clearly see every corner of the venue.
But the strange thing is that he can never see clearly on the high platform, especially the legendary Holy Emperor, who is all-powerful and a giant in the divine world.
"What's going on?"
Ling Xuewei looked at Ye Moyan in confusion.
Ye Moyan said lightly, "This is not the true body of the Holy Emperor, but just a shadow cast by him. It was transformed by spiritual consciousness, so naturally the appearance cannot be seen clearly."
This is so!
Ling Xuewei was surprised, and then thought about it, yes, there is no need for the Holy Emperor to come in person on this occasion.
"Then... have you seen his true face?"
Ling Xuewei looked at Ye Moyan.
"Curious?" Ye Moyan smiled.
"Yes." Ling Xuewei said frankly.
"Um."
"Hmm? So I've seen him before? So what does he look like? Is he a boy or a girl? Old or young? Is he ugly?"
"Look carefully, don't keep thinking about these messy things." Ye Moyan ruffled her black hair and got a blank look from her, "Humph, if you don't want to say it, don't say it."
Ye Moyan raised the corners of his lips, and the smile quickly faded.
It's better not to see a face like that...
His eyes were as deep as a bottomless abyss.
While the two were talking, the finals had already begun. First, there was the pre-match dance.
Ten thousand peoples come to the emperor.
This dance, as the opening dance, ignited the entire arena in just one moment!
Rather than saying it is a dance, it should be said that it is a martial art.
There is no lingering pathos or soul-stirring feeling, only majesty and awe-inspiring, upright and awe-inspiring!
In the soul-stirring music, a tragic life of dying on the battlefield, defending the country, and being shrouded in horse leather is performed!
Thousands of people danced, shocking the world!
Dance a song to celebrate the Qingming Festival.
Sigh a tragic song of life and death!
The shocking scene before our eyes gave everyone goosebumps all over their bodies!
A burst of enthusiasm arises spontaneously!
I can't wait to look up to the sky and roar several times!
…
in front of the screen.
Ling Xuewei was also shocked.
"Who arranged this? So awesome?"
"Observe the Zhixing."
Damn it! You are so awesome! How can you choreograph such a large-scale dance?
She secretly gave a thumbs up.
She asked, why did he go out early and come back late every day during that time? It turned out that he was busy with this? However, there were so many things to do in the air ball competition, and he could still take care of himself. He was a master of time management!
It is really rare for such a talented person to be loyal and loyal.
Finally, the music died down.
Thousands of people danced, frozen in Sheyi's movements, and then thunderous applause resounded throughout the arena, accompanied by screams and cheers.
On the high platform.
Bai Qingshui said to Jiu He, "You are really smart and can do such an amazing dance. You are respectful of your elders."
"Absolute praise."
Jiuhe's expression was neither cold nor indifferent, so Bai Qingshui looked up and said, "Your Majesty, what do you think?"
"Can."
It’s a simple word, but it’s already a very high praise.
In a word, reward.
Thousands of people kowtowed and gave thanks.
After this opening dance, the empty ball competition officially begins.
This competition is a live draw.
The Wanxiang Sect, Qiyuan Empire, and Nalan Family all drew their cards separately, and in the end, only one was left.
Okay, no need to smoke anymore.
Su Yuanzhi stepped forward directly and picked up the last lot.
There is one word written on it: 1.
Soon, the draw order of the other three teams was also announced:
Wanxiang Sect: 2.
Qiyuan Empire: 3.
Nalan family: Si.
The battle sequence was directly displayed on the huge crystal screen.
Yunyinmen versus Wanxiang Sect.
The Qiyuan Empire versus the Nalan family.
The corner of Su Yuanzhi's mouth twitched, it was so simple and rude.
However, in the first game against the Wanxiang Sect...?
Their eyes fell on the opposite side, the Wanxiang Sect disciples.
At this time, the referee came on stage, "Please wait in the backcourt of the Qiyuan Empire and the Nalan family. The contestants of the first duel, Yunyin Sect and Wanxiang Sect, will stay."
Two teams stayed, and the rest of the team left the field.
At this time, Nalanting came over and patted the two of them on the shoulders, "Come on, I'm looking forward to meeting you on the field."
"Hmph, you'd better not be eliminated in the next game." Su Yuanzhi scolded him.
Nalanting smiled, then waved his hand and turned to leave.
The whistle sounded and the two teams stepped forward.
First salute, then proceed with simple activities.
Siyuan told them on the court, "Just try your best and have a fun and exciting game!"
"yes!!"
Over here, Wanxiang Sect.
Among them, there was someone whom Ling Xuewei had met once before, and this person was none other than Sheng Mantai. (To be continued)