Just as he finished speaking, he saw a red shadow flash before his eyes. At the same time, he heard a loud bang in his ear. Suddenly, his lips opened and a mouthful of broken teeth appeared. Just as he was about to curse loudly, he saw Feng Qingyang, who had arrived at some point, looking at him calmly.
Suddenly, the dirty words that were about to come out of his mouth were swallowed into his stomach along with the remaining blood and broken teeth in his mouth.
"Red... Red Devil..." He stammered in shame, then covered his face and dived into the crowd, disappearing in the blink of an eye. In the blink of an eye, the crowd suddenly burst into a noisy sound.
Especially those who had focused on discussing Feng Qingyang before, they were sweating profusely, their eyes drifted away, not daring to look him in the face, their bodies were trembling with fear, the power of the Red Devil was well known.
If he was not around, perhaps they could discuss it quietly, but if he was here, they would not even dare to make a sound, for fear of bringing bad luck upon themselves and being the next unlucky person.
“What kind of cultivator are you if you only know how to talk behind people’s backs? If you have the guts, speak out in front of me…” Feng Qingyang glanced at the crowd below, his calm eyes gleaming with light, causing some timid people to break out in sweat and their legs tremble with fear.
Everyone forced a smile and said, "The Red Devil is well-known, and we all admire him..."
"Yes... yes, yes... we all admire you very much!" Everyone echoed.
Seeing this, Feng Qingyang laughed, and his laugh was so arrogant. This is the world of cultivation, a world of cultivation where strength is respected. When you have strength, you are the master, and you can control the life and death of others in your own hands at will.
Crushing a weak person to death is like crushing an ant. No one dares to say anything to you, and may even say you did a good job.
The idea that strength is respected and the strong are king once again took root deeply in Feng Qingyang's heart.
Just as he was about to speak again, bursts of pleasant sounds suddenly rang out in the sky, accompanied by bursts of fragrance. Everyone took a deep breath and immediately felt uplifted.
Looking up, I saw a huge warship suddenly rising from the City Lord's Mansion, an extremely huge warship flashing with cold light.
The battleship was pure black in color, and no one knew what main city it was. A large flag was flying on it, with two huge blood-red characters written on it - Return to Origin!
“Guiyuan Battleship… It’s the Guiyuan Battleship…” The crowd burst into loud shouts, as if they had seen some peerless treasure.
Hearing this, Feng Qingyang also looked carefully, his eyes flashing with brilliance, staring intently at the Guiyuan battleship.
But he looked away after two glances, and his face darkened, as if he had seen something incredible.
The warship slowly came from the void, and a middle-aged man was seen standing on the deck. He had a strong and sharp character, with a hideous scar on his face. He looked calm, but he was intimidating without showing it.
"City Lord! City Lord!" The crowd cheered again, and the atmosphere was pushed to **.
The Lord of Guiyuan City is a god-like figure. In this era when tens of thousands of giants have yet to reach the Nascent Soul stage, he is an absolute powerhouse. With just one stomp of his feet, the entire world of cultivation will tremble.
Beside him stood a petite figure, who was wearing a fiery red wedding dress and had hairpins of all sizes on her head, looking like a fairy who had fallen into the mortal world.
Countless people were excited and wished they could win the championship so they could get close to her.
Huh... The middle-aged man waved his sleeves, and suddenly several chairs appeared behind him. He and Qian Duoduo sat upright on them.
Seeing this, everyone fell silent, knowing that the competition was about to begin, a clash of peerless talents.
Sure enough, as the two of them sat down, more than a dozen old men appeared out of thin air on the warship again, each of them looking down with a solemn expression. The Purple Demon Eye who once wanted to kill Feng Qingyang was also among them.
Qian Duoduo looked at Feng Qingyang, and their eyes suddenly met in the void. A ripple immediately appeared, and her pretty face blushed, and she immediately shifted her gaze elsewhere.
Seeing this, the crowd watching below was immediately distressed. When had they ever seen Qian Duoduo be so shy? However, this was not directed at them, but at the person they feared the most—the Red Devil Feng Qingyang.
There was a flash of gloom in the eyes of Wu Zili and Lu Xun who were flying on the other side. They were heroic figures and certainly did not have any sentimental feelings, but they came here to become the city lord's son-in-law and marry Qian Duoduo.
At this moment, the battle has not yet begun, but it can be seen that she has unspeakable feelings for Feng Qingyang. Huge waves suddenly surged in the hearts of the two, as if they had already lost the game!
After a short rise, the battleship finally stopped steadily in the void. A breath of icy cold suddenly hit the face. That kind of coldness was not the coldness of ice, but the coldness that came from the soul, a kind of chill that only comes from the caress of years and the baptism of blood.
The old man in charge of the competition stood up and calmly glanced at the people below. There seemed to be a flash of pity in his eyes. The look in his eyes as he looked at the people below seemed like he was looking at - a dead person!
That's right, it was the dead man! Although the look was hidden very deeply, it was still caught by the sharp-eyed Feng Qingyang, and he dodged a trace of doubt and haze in his heart.
I’m afraid - I’m afraid that the beginning of the finals will be the beginning of a bloody conspiracy.
The old man waved his hand towards the square below, and suddenly a golden light curtain condensed from the void, flashing with golden light and filled with powerful aura.
When he saw the golden light, Feng Qingyang's pupils shrank slightly, and his mind started to work rapidly. Since he came to this world, he only knew about formations, but he encountered a transparent barrier in the Huoyun Mountains, and at that time he thought it was just a formation.
But when he saw the old man's casual wave of his hand, he understood that it was definitely not a formation, but a powerful means.
As expected, after the old man swung out the light curtain, he looked at Feng Qingyang, Lu Xun, and Wu Zili and said, "This final begins. The winner will become the consort of Guiyuan City and win the city lord Qianjin Princess!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the crowd suddenly started to make noise. They had known the answer long ago, but when they heard the other party say it in person, there was still a lot of noise.
Qian Duoduo, the goddess of the entire Guiyuan City and the dream lover of countless young and talented disciples, has spent countless late nights fantasizing about the appearance of the city lord Qianjin.
They regretted and hated why their strength was so low. If they could be stronger, they would definitely jump onto the square to fight for that slight chance.
After a long silence, the old man waved his hand again, and suddenly the void swayed, and three simple desks landed steadily in the light curtain, on which were neatly placed the four treasures of the study, namely pen, ink, paper, and inkstone;
When they saw the three desks clearly, everyone was stunned. Even Feng Qingyang, Lu Xun and others were stunned for a moment.