Zhengjing City, Amethyst Pavilion.
The tallest building that symbolizes the power of the capital city.
At this time, a man who seemed to be full of the aura of a superior, and his every move was full of nobility and domineering, was standing in front of the huge screen.
He was wearing a Tang suit embroidered with a five-clawed golden dragon. Even if it was just casual clothes, it still had some symbolic meaning.
After all, in the pre-civilized ancient China, that was the Son of Heaven, the Emperor! Clothing worn only by the most powerful people in the world.
In the Ziyue era, this rule no longer exists, and anyone can wear such clothing as long as they want to.
But no one is willing to be so public unless they have the strength to match.
And as long as you are a strong person, you still know one thing, that is, such clothing. There is a strong person in Zhengjing City who is very fond of it. He does not like others wearing the same clothing as him, unless this person can be put in his eyes. , can be regarded as a rival or friend at the same level by him.
This person is the lord of Zhengjing City, who is called Emperor Han—Huangfu Zhengjing.
His expression was not calm at this time, and the repeatedly played images seemed to make him think.
In fact, Huangfu Zhengjing was very proud. While he was proud, he was also extremely rational.
Therefore, he does not pay attention to the young geniuses emerging in large numbers in the world.
First, his pride reminded him that the achievements of these teenagers were not enough for him to take seriously.
Secondly, his reason is also reminding him that a genius who grows up is a genius, otherwise he would not even be a meteor streaking across the sky.
Of course, it's not that there isn't a young man that Huangfu Zhengjing values, to be precise, it's a young girl.
The girl's name was Bian, just because her talent was so shocking that it could be called terrifying. So after a moon-chasing meeting, Huangfu Zhengjing remembered the name in his heart and asked about it. The views of the Four Kings, his right-hand men.
In addition, Huangfu Zhengjing disdained all Tang Feng's son and the number one young man, Tang Long.
Because he knows that sometimes the real secret weapon is not on the table, and the real good sword will not be easily unsheathed.
However, was my judgment wrong
Huangfu Zhengjing temporarily paused the picture on the screen, sat down alone in the large and quiet room, took out a pair of top-notch walnuts from the previous civilization and started turning them in his hands.
"Perhaps times have really changed. The first line of defense in the north," Huangfu Zhengjing began to say to himself, but the walnuts in his hands turned faster and faster.
"Tang Long, Tang Ling? Especially that Tang Ling, he actually got involved with the first generation. Is this implying something?" Huangfu Zhengjing said to himself, gradually closing his eyes, as if falling asleep, and his voice also Slowly disappeared.
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Waiting for Star City.
Floating Island No. 1, there is only one weird-looking building on this huge floating island.
This building seems to be an air battleship that only appeared in pre-civilization science fiction movies, but because the image is so abstract, it looks like a transformed castle.
Therefore, this place is called the Battleship Fortress, which is far away from the empty fortress on Floating Island No. 2 not far away.
Anyone who lives in Waiting City knows that the battleship fortress is the real core of power in Waiting City.
More than 10 core members of the Star Parliament will be stationed here for a long time, and the mysterious president of the Star Parliament will stay in this battleship fortress all year round.
Rumor has it that he has crossed the threshold of the seventh-level Purple Moon Warrior and officially entered the eighth level. Now he has no interest in worldly affairs and only concentrates on pursuing the legendary ninth-level realm, hoping to break some kind of barrier.
At this time, in the battleship fortress.
In that room made of universal energy stone, a middle-aged man was sitting cross-legged in it, motionless as if he was not breathing.
It wasn't until three minutes later that a cyclone-like air flow erupted from his mouth, and unexpectedly shot out more than ten meters away in one breath.
As the breath dissipated, the middle-aged man slowly opened his eyes.
Still not at peace inside? It was his misjudgment that made him let go of Tang Ling by mistake! I didn't expect that he was really Tang Feng's son, and he really rose up slowly.
Everything is really like a joke.
The middle-aged man slowly stood up and pushed open the window of the universal energy stone room. The high-altitude air flow was surging, but it could not blow anything on him, not even a hair.
In fact, he was already the Speaker of the Majestic Council of Stars. Why would he care about Tang Ling? Even he doesn't care about Tang Feng!
Because no matter how stunning Tang Feng was, the Dragon Army he led was also defeated by the Star Council.
Everything has actually been doomed since the Ziyue era. Tang Feng will definitely not succeed. What will happen in the end will tell people that the Star Council is the only correct one. No, it is destined to be the right direction early on.
The Speaker of the Star Council has this confidence.
But now, Tang Ling is actually related to the first generation. When he thinks of this, he thinks of the scene he saw an hour ago.
This middle-aged man who always seemed cold and calm actually had a little cold sweat on his forehead.
He actually showed a fearful expression.
And what is a person afraid of? That's what usually happens! At this time, the fearful expression of the middle-aged man had not completely dissipated, and a shadow appeared inexplicably in this room made of universal energy stone.
The middle-aged man was so sensitive. After noticing this shadow, he immediately turned around and appeared in the center of the room in an instant, and then knelt down without even looking.
"My Speaker, what do you think of your mistake?" The shadow was cast on the huge universal energy stone wall in the front of the room.
It looks very blurry, except for the vague outline of a human figure.
However, with such an outline and such a calm tone of voice, the speaker of the Majestic Star Council did not even dare to raise his head.
He didn't dare to look back! This mistake was originally nothing? Since he dared not to take Tang Feng into his eyes, how could he take that shadow into his eyes
So, who is Tang Ling
However, once it comes to the mistake of the first generation, the middle-aged man cannot afford it.
"No answer? My Speaker?" The Speaker's silence obviously aroused the dissatisfaction of the shadow, and its tone began to fluctuate slightly.
"I will try my best to make up for it." The Speaker lowered his head so hard that his forehead almost touched the floor. Drops of cold sweat fell and soon left traces on the smooth floor.
It can be seen that he is under great pressure.
"Make up?" Shadow's tone became mocking. The next moment, a strong wind suddenly rose in the quiet room. Waves of whirlwind blew into the room without warning, forming sharp wind blades that roared towards the Speaker. And go.
In fact, although the wind blade of this level is powerful, if the Speaker is determined to resist it, it will be nothing at all.
However, where does the Speaker have the courage to resist? He even straightened up immediately and faced the wind blade head-on.
These dozens of wind blades pierced the speaker's body mercilessly. After removing all defenses, the speaker's body was no different from that of a strong ordinary person.
There was a dull piercing sound in the room, which lasted for ten seconds before stopping.
When the sound stopped, the Speaker of the Majestic Star Council had been pierced by dozens of blood holes with dense wind blades. His blood, as thick as mercury, gurgled from the blood holes with wisps of faint fluorescence.
However, he didn't dare to wipe it at all, let alone handle it. Instead, he bent down again.
The wind blade is indeed not powerful, but what kind of strength is it to drive the wind blade with just a shadow
"If you do something wrong, you must be punished. No one is exempt. I have been merciful. I only gave you physical pain and did not hurt you at all." Shadow spoke again.
The middle-aged man was busy thanking him.
"Take care of the follow-up, Tang Ling will be killed. Tang Long also needs some restraint." Shadow ordered.
"yes."
"Besides, the other side is back. I'll see you soon." Shadow was silent for a second and then spoke again.
"Master, please clarify." The middle-aged man hesitated a little and spoke in awe.
"Let her go. It doesn't actually matter whether she is in the Star Council or not. The seed has been planted and it is best for people to be unprepared. If she leaves, everything that happens after that will have nothing to do with the Star Council. "
"But" Shadow said here and paused.
The middle-aged man did not dare to speak and waited for the next sentence.
"In my place, no one can choose to disobey without being punished. It's up to you." After the shadow said this, it fluctuated for a few times and then disappeared.
The middle-aged man did not dare to stand up for a long time. It was not until a minute later that he straightened his body and stood up looking a little scared.
The blood flowing out was pulled back by a strange force and returned to the body. As the muscles squirmed, the wounds caused by the wind blades slowly disappeared.
The middle-aged man wiped the sweat from his forehead, and the expression on his face returned to calmness and indifference. He returned to the futon and sat down cross-legged again.
"Call Long Twelve to come in."
He gave the first order!
Yes, Long Twelve, the most low-key and mysterious Twelve Young Masters among the Sixteen Young Masters of the Stars!
This time, he didn't even attend the grand gathering of Dark Port. It seemed that he didn't care about any opportunity, so he stayed in Waiting for Star City.
Compared with other Xingchen Sixteenth Young Master, he seems to be a little different.
After this order was issued, the middle-aged man continued: "Let Bian come to the battleship fortress. After the discussion between the Twelve Young Masters and I is finished, let Bian come to see me."
After saying these two sentences, a deep 'yes' came from the door.
Two minutes later, a door appeared in this room made of universal energy stone, and a young man wearing a black robe, a hood, and a strange flute in his waist appeared in the room.
He bowed respectfully to the middle-aged man and called: "Speaker."
As he moved, a strand of silver hair slipped out of his hood.
If Tang Ling were here, he would definitely not forget this person. The person who threw his sister into the crowd of corpses that day turned out to be him. He turned out to be the twelfth among the sixteen young men in the stars!
(End of chapter)