The sky is full of flowers and colorful.
Who is breaking into Tianwu Square
I don’t know how brave I am to dare to cause trouble here with the Martial God Palace with so many experts above my head.
The roar of shouts immediately attracted everyone's attention, and all the talented people and sect bosses cast their gaze over.
The three great masters of the Martial God Palace were ruthless and merciless.
Each of them displayed their unique martial arts skills, the sky trembled and light overflowed.
A space was blocked, the trembling sky was filled with flying flowers, and storms were everywhere.
There is a white tiger shadow behind him, looming, it is the spirit of the holy beast. These three people are the great masters of Baidi City.
"This man is going to die."
Among the endless ceilings, storms and air currents obscured the face of the future person, and only a vague outline could be seen.
Although I don’t know who the visitors are, these three great masters from the Martial God Palace came from the Holy Land Baidi City.
The demeanor and momentum when taking action, with all his strength, a thunderous strike is enough to kill an ordinary grandmaster.
The person's age and aura didn't look like that of a great master, so how could he possibly survive
Zheng!
But just when the three people's martial arts were about to approach the man, a sword roar resounded throughout the world, and the bright sword light overshadowed the scorching sun in the sky.
Night came suddenly, and there was only a blade of light, as bright as the moon.
The night is perfect and the moon is perfect.
There was an explosion in the air, the moonlight dissipated, and the three great masters were pushed back a thousand meters.
The whole place was in an uproar. One man faced off against three grandmasters. Not only was he not defeated, but he also defeated the three of them. Who is this man
The white figure swayed slightly, with its clothes dancing and hair flying, crossing the petals in the sky and falling towards the high platform.
"Stop him!"
Whoosh whoosh!
One after another, figures shot out from the ground. They were all martial saints with at least the master level, and there were also many grand master level beings.
It would be a big joke for an outsider to blatantly barge in during the King Ceremony.
Ding, clang, hair rippled, and wisps of sword sounds sounded like the sound of a piano. A wonderful piano music was played between heaven and earth, and the infinite sword intent echoed in the sky.
The figures that were ejected one by one were gently shaken by the white figure.
"Xiao Chen!"
As the distance got closer, the appearance of the white figure could be clearly seen with the naked eye. Many people's expressions changed slightly and they cried out in surprise.
After passing the last Grand Master blocking the way, Xiao Chen landed on the high platform, stretched out his hand and threw it, handing the belt card to the old man beside Xia Houjue.
Without being humble or saying anything, he said in a calm tone: "Haotian Sect Xiao Chen has been ordered to be crowned king. I'm a little late. I'm sorry."
The old man in black looked at the name on his waistband with a gloomy expression. He was a confidant of the Holy Lord of Baidi City in the Martial God Palace. Otherwise, he would not have been entrusted with presiding over this king ceremony.
A simple sentence, but Xiao Chen's identity was completely confirmed, and the sound of noise echoed around the square.
"It's really Xiao Chen, he's really here."
"Isn't it rumored that he was seriously injured by the ten great masters of the God Clan? It doesn't look like that at all."
At the Haotian Sect's VIP table, Shui Lingling had a soft smile on her face and finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Just come, as long as you are alive, there is hope for everything.
Xiaobai, who was standing with Kong Yuan and Yuan Xu, had his eyes slightly narrowed, like a pair of crescent moons, and his face was filled with a joyful smile.
The ghost clan Qingcheng smiled slightly, this guy finally did not disappoint her and came after all.
The Man Yue Tower was so popular that Ximen Bao of the Ximen family, Niu Deng, the genius of the war world, and others were slightly surprised and a little unexpected.
Despite all kinds of killings and numerous obstacles, Xiao Chen still appeared at the King Ceremony and arrived as promised.
Some were surprised, some were disappointed, some were happy, and some were extremely angry.
Emperor Wuque of the God Clan looked gloomy, Xiao Chen appeared alive, and the whereabouts of the Grand Master of the God Clan was unknown, there was only one outcome.
The great masters who created the statues all died in Xiao Chen's hands.
At the VIP table of the Corpse Clan, Xing Jue, a direct disciple of the Corpse God Xingtian Corpse God, said to Wei Hua, a descendant of the Nether Fire King next to him: "This person is Xiao Chen? It was he who defeated you and Long Fei successively on the Dragon Jupiter. , and the Iron Hand Queen Ren Kui Dou? "In addition to the Corpse God lineage, the Corpse Temple also has four great kings, each controlling a faction, namely the Dark Fire King, the Bone King, the Dead Fire King and the Ghost Fire King.
There used to be an Iron Hand King who specialized in cultivating the body, but he had already betrayed the Corpse Temple and was not included in the list.
Wei Hua's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and he gritted his teeth and said, "That's him!"
Xing Jue's eyes were frivolous, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and he was silent, not knowing what he was thinking.
Xiao Chen's appearance was unexpected, catching the old man in black off guard and not knowing how to speak.
"Senior, is my identity fake?"
The old man in black came to his senses and handed his badge to Xiao Chen: "The identity is true."
Xiao Chen asked calmly: "Can the king-conferment ceremony begin?"
Xia Houjue on the side sneered: "You are so absolute, but it has not yet been decided whether you can be crowned king.
At the King Ceremony, strong men of the same generation can challenge him.
If you are beaten half to death, there is no need for you, the crowned king, to continue.
Xiao Chen's eyes narrowed, and he turned to look at Xiahou Jue and said with a smile: "Brother Xiahou, you are so confident, why don't we two, let's have a discussion first, how about we be crowned king."
Xiahou Jue was aroused by this and was about to agree. The old man in black next to him quickly said: "Young master, please don't be impulsive and make yourself a king first."
At the same time, the message was transmitted: "Don't fight with him yet. Someone will take care of him later. When all parties come to congratulate him, the Holy Master has made arrangements. Let him make a fool of himself first."
Xia Houjue snorted coldly and ignored Xiao Chen. Congratulations from all parties were a way to compete for connections.
All parties will send congratulatory gifts, and Xia Houjue is confident that as the Holy Lord of the White Tiger, no one in the Tianwu Territory dares to deny him face.
Under the oppression of the Holy Lord, no one in Tianwu Territory would send a gift to Xiao Chen except Haotian Sect.
When the time comes, the endless stream of congratulators on his side will form a sharp contrast with the deserted scene on the other side.
The king-conferring ceremony began, and the old man in black began to recite every detail of Xia Houjue's military exploits, speaking in a passionate voice.
Xiahou Jue, who had millions of military exploits and was considered to be of great merit, was specially awarded the title of White Tiger King by the Martial God Palace, and was rewarded with 100 bottles of holy elixirs, one copy of heaven-level exercises and martial arts, a king-level secret treasure, and a set of White Tiger King Armor.
After counting Xiahou Jue's military exploits in detail, the old man in black began to announce the rewards given by the Martial God Palace, all of which were priceless.
The ritual music sounded, and on both sides of the high platform, there were beautiful girls who stepped forward to put on Xia Houjue's shining white tiger armor.
"Liuyun Sect, Qian Yun, on the order of the sect leader, congratulates Young Master Jue of Xiahou on being crowned king, and hereby presents a top-quality spiritual vein."
After Xiahou Jue finished dressing, he looked majestic, and immediately the sects began to send congratulatory gifts.
The gift he gave was a top-quality spiritual vein as soon as he opened it. The handiwork of the ninth-grade sect was indeed extraordinary.
After accepting the gift from the visitor, Xia Houjue smiled slightly and glanced at Xiao Chen with amusement.
"Qian Xuanzong, congratulations to Young Master Xiahou Jue for being crowned king. I hereby present you with a hundred thousand catties of dragon-patterned black gold."
"Qingshui Gate, congratulations to Mr. Xiahou Jue for being crowned king. I hereby present you with a thousand kilograms of black iron and one hundred thousand kilograms."
"Blood Sword Pavilion, congratulations to Mr. Xiahou Jue for being crowned king. I hereby present you with a top-notch king-level secret treasure."
With the connections of the Holy Master of Baidi City, all the ninth-grade sects in the Tianwu Domain, except the Haotian Sect, presented them with great gifts, and the scene was extremely spectacular.
It lasted for half an hour before the gift-giver from Tianwu Territory slowly stopped.
Xia Houjue kept smiling, deliberately waved his hand, and said to Xiao Chen: "Brother Xiao, these are too many gifts, and my hands are a little sore.
If Brother Xiao doesn't receive any gifts, he can come to me to choose a few afterwards. "
The old man in black smiled and said: "This is the difference between the Holy Land and ordinary sects. Some people are so courageous that they really dare to be crowned king together with Mr. Xia."
Xiao Chen frowned slightly, not knowing what to be proud of. He only cared about the title of Blue Dragon King, and other than that, everything was false.