In the secret space, Qin Shaoyang vomited cross-legged, a touch of spiritual power slowly flowing around him.
The three-headed dragon pet was lying next to Qin Shaoyang, watching Qin Shaoyang's practice with a curious look.
With the recent period of time, Qin Shaoyang has sorted out the secret space, this place has completely turned into a small world.
On this 2,000-square-meter hill, the centuries-old cold spirit grass that was originally planted has now grown extremely luxuriantly.
In addition to the centuries-old cold spirit grass, there are also many spiritual weapons standing on the hills.
Not long ago, Qin Shaoyang also discovered a mysterious application in the secret space.
The spiritual power in this secret space is different from the outside world. The spiritual power in it is entirely formed by the breathing of the three-headed dragon pet.
And this dragon breath can not only breed some specific spiritual herbs, but also nourish the spiritual weapons over the years.
"By the end of this emperor's meeting, I am rich and must buy ten or eight spiritual soldiers."
Qin Shaoyang looked at the secret space in front of him, and couldn't help but exhale with pride.
"But as expected, in just three days, even if you use the body of the dragon soul to speed up your cultivation, you can't improve your cultivation level at all."
Qin Shaoyang stood up slowly, took a deep breath, walked out of the secret space, and went straight to the arena of the Emperor Jie Conference.
The venue of the Dijie Conference was unprecedentedly lively at this time, a huge square that could accommodate tens of thousands of people. At this time, it was full of seats, and even the platform was full of many people.
The Dijie Conference has been held for nearly half a month, and along the way, from the first more than 1,000 participants, through the breakout competition, and four rounds of challenge, now there are only 16 people left.
And this battle will give birth to the top eight players of this year's Dijie Conference from these sixteen people.
"Haha, fortunately, I have the foresight. From the very beginning, I have put all the possessions on hand on Tong Wujie. The original ratio was one to forty-eight. By the end of today, Lao Tzu is about to develop."
"I'll go, buddy, you can do it, I suppressed Qi Longyang, the son of the first general of the empire. Although his ratio is only one to thirty-six, the victory is safe."
"After the quarterfinals are over, there will be a more exciting battle for the first place. It seems that this year's first place in the Dijie Conference is likely to be born between Qi Longyang and Tong Wujie."
On the square, there were discussions one after another.
In the corner of the audience stage, Zhang Jinsheng clenched his fists tightly, his eyes full of unwillingness.
"Are you really pressing again?"
Feng Qingling frowned slightly and looked at Zhang Jinsheng.
After the last two rounds of betting mistakes, she can be said to have lost all the fifty thousand gold coins she brought with her. Originally planned to return to the Eastern Empire.
But he was retained by the Zhang brothers.
"Where did you get the money?"
There was a suspicion in Feng Qingling's eyes. The two brothers were pressing harder than himself, and the gold coins they carried should have been cleaned up long ago. Where did they get the money
"I pledged my protective treasure and portable saber for 20,000 gold coins."
Zhang Jinsheng gritted his teeth and said fiercely.
"This time I am still pressing on Qin Shaoyang's opponent. I must watch him lose to be reconciled."
Hearing Zhang Jinsheng's words, a black line appeared on Feng Qingling's forehead. This promotion is really persistent. Now he is not betting to make money, but is completely dazzled by anger.
Shaking his head slightly and sighing, Feng Qingling's gaze shifted to Zhang Jinpeng who was aside.
This Jin Peng should not be as impulsive and out of control as his brother.
"Hey, I also mortgaged all the valuable things on my body, and also exchanged 20,000 gold coins, and pressed them on Tong Wujie's body."
Seeing Feng Qingling's frowning eyebrows, Zhang Jinpeng quickly explained.
"I'm not being rushed by anger. I made this bet after very careful analysis and comparison."
"The strength of that Tong Wujie is at least in the sixth heaven of the Tongtian realm, and he is the second child of the Tong Family from the Seven Great Aristocratic Families of the Bei Rong Empire. The techniques he has cultivated are certainly not weak, and many people even think he is. The person who can compete for the first place in the Dijie Conference."
Having said that, Zhang Jinpeng shrugged.
"No matter how you look at it, Tong Wujie will never lose in this game. The only pity is that his ratio is only one to one and five in this game. But why doesn't the business that can win stably make money."
Feng Qingling was dubious and couldn't help but muttered. "You said the same before, but you lost miserably every game."
Zhang Jinpeng's face blushed when he heard Feng Qingling's words. "Well, that was just a mistake. In any case, Qin Shaoyang is sure to lose in this battle. If he can even fight Tong Wujie, I will give him his surname in the future."
"you said?"
Feng Qingling is not too much to watch the excitement.
Just as the venue was noisy, a team of silver feather guards stepped neatly from outside the venue.
The thumping sound of the iron boots on the ground instantly suppressed the noise of the entire venue.
Everyone's gazes converged, and their eyes suddenly showed shock.
"It's the silver feather holy guard of the imperial court. Could it be that your majesty is here in person?"
Someone couldn't help but swallowed his saliva, and his voice trembled unconsciously.
The Silver Feather Holy Guard, the strongest arm of the Beirong Empire, is not one of them.
Any member of the Holy Guard is a cultivation base above the first layer of the sky-passing realm.
In other words, this is an army gathered by the strong. Of course, the number of Holy Guards is also extremely small, with only 300 men, and it is called the shield of the emperor of Beirong.
In the wide Yong Road separated by the Silver Feather Saint Guards, two luxurious and exquisite carriages drove slowly one after the other.
Everyone in the entire venue, after being shocked, immediately bowed to the ground.
Now, almost no one can guess who is sitting in this carriage.
The two carriages walked to the middle entrance of the auditorium before they came to a halt.
In the middle of the auditorium, there was a huge buffer platform that stood out in the air.
And this place has never been open to the outside world. Until this time, everyone is completely aware of who prepared it here.
The carriage opened, wearing a jade crown, and wearing a golden silk cloud robe, the Great Beirong walked out slowly.
"Long live the emperor."
All over the venue, there were uniform cheers.
Emperor Bei Rong would actually come to see this Emperor Jie Conference personally and select the top eight for a battle.
This scene is almost beyond the imagination of everyone present.
Emperor Bei Rong, Gu Miechen, with the slight smile of the superiors on his face, his eyes slowly swept across the crowd, and the demeanor of the king came out casually.
Then his eyes fell on the carriage behind him.
A girl with a tulle face, a jade crown, and a sky blue dress, who seemed to be otherwise mundane, came out in the carriage behind.
"His Royal Highness the Ninth Princess."