The red-clothed chief commander shot a sharp look at Gong Moxi, "Have you ever reported this matter to the Holy Emperor?"
Gong Moxi glanced at him lazily, "Don't worry, sir."
"By the way, I almost forgot." Suddenly, Fu Ling'er slapped his head, as if he thought of something, and pulled out a girl from behind the red-clothed boss.
The girl had a tall figure and was graceful. She wore a simple and elegant white dress. Because she kept her head down and said nothing, not many people noticed her.
"Sister Yue, didn't you say you wanted to come down and watch the Tianyuan Competition? Let me introduce to you. This is Brother Mo, the Holy Son of the Palace. It was he who proposed the competition."
Fu Ling'er pulled the girl with her head down.
Yun Qingyan and the others just looked over curiously.
The moment the girl looked up, a familiar feeling flashed through Yun Qingyan's heart.
But she couldn't catch it.
At this time, the girl also looked at him,
Her endearing apricot eyes turned sinister and sinister in an instant, harboring the most vicious venom that would crush her to pieces.
But when Yun Qingyan looked again, she found that those eyes were just a pair of ordinary moist apricot eyes, and there was something completely strange inside.
But even so, the strange feeling at that moment still made Yun Qingyan feel wary.
"Strange... why do I think this beauty looks familiar?" Big Fatty Yu scratched his head and muttered to himself.
"Does it look familiar to you?" Yun Qingyan asked.
Big Fatty Yu didn't expect that Yun Qingyan would hear him talking to himself, he was stunned for a moment, and then nodded heavily, "I don't think I know any big shots in Shengyuan Continent.
But there is always a sense of familiarity, maybe it is an illusion. "
The person who has a relationship with the red-clothed chief of the palace is not someone they, the guys from the lower world, are qualified to know.
Yun Qingyan touched her chin with her right hand and said softly, "Maybe it's not an illusion..."
Big Fatty Yu didn't hear clearly, "Sister Yun, what did you just say?"
"It's nothing." Yun said lightly.
Qiu Chuchu felt excited as she looked at Fu Linger, who was chatting happily with Gong Moxi.
Sifang Pavilion is nothing in front of the palace, but Sifang City has the same power as the palace, and Fuling'er is the most favored daughter of the lord of Sifang City.
With her supporting them, what else do they have to fear
Her hidden eyes passed over Yun Qingyan and the others.
"It's getting late, let's activate the teleportation array quickly." The red-clothed commander said.
"Yes." The array masters in the palace all accepted the order, dazzling light rose into the sky, and countless mysterious patterns continued to rotate in the air.
Ji Weiran looked at the teleportation array almost greedily and remembered them in his heart.
As expected of the palace, only they can create such a large-scale teleportation array.
When the light faded, tens of thousands of people came to a huge square.
Abundant spiritual energy surged toward everyone. For a while, Tianyuan, who had not yet adapted to the concentration of spiritual energy here, advanced continuously, and the light of advancement almost formed a curtain of light.
This magnificent momentum of advancement directly stunned the group of people in the upper world.
In addition, his face is even more ugly.
Originally, they came to the upper world to compete because the upper world has less constraints on them and their cultivation will not be suppressed. It will not be fun if they capsize in the gutter and fall under the hands of ants.
But unexpectedly, these ants hit them hard in the face as soon as they came over.
(End of chapter)