A strong man from the Fire Lin Tribe walked off the field and confronted the opponent.
The surrounding uncles were as if they were crazy, and could not tell the identity of their important human ministers at all. They clapped and stamped their feet and shouted loudly, desperately encouraging the two of them not to play "virtual" and to quickly fight with real swords and guns.
"Wrestling? What's the strength of the wrestling? Draw your sword and come forward!"
"Ha, isn't it? This is the political hall. It's strong. Don't be afraid of blowing it up. Draw your sword, draw your sword!"
"Let's do it, we want to be famous! We are all good men, what's the point of a girly thing like wrestling? Draw your sword quickly!"
There was a commotion in the main hall. Manman was so excited that he jumped on the table and danced. With a wave of his little hand, a large piece of witch crystal sprinkled out like raindrops, and jingled on the floor of the main hall. Jump.
"Draw your sword, draw your sword, whoever survives, these witch crystals belong to whom! Yeah, you are all witch kings? Well, how about the innate Binghuo fine gold?"
Manman took out a piece of congenital fire fine gold the size of a human head and threw it on the ground. Wisps of fire continued to float from the fine gold ingot. The temperature in the hall suddenly soared, and soon changed from warm as spring to almost an oven. The smoke made all the maids and musicians sweat.
The eyes of the two big men changed, and they subconsciously stared at the fine gold thrown by Manman.
This is innate divine material. In today's world, divine material is easy to find. Innate divine material can only be mined in small quantities deep in the void of chaos. This piece of innate Binghuo fine gold is of little significance to the human race, but for them, the descendants of the gods, it is enough to forge a powerful innate artifact.
With a 'clang' sound, the strong man who just said he wanted to wrestle drew his sword and pointed the tip of the sword at the opposite opponent.
The warrior of the Fire Lin Tribe also took a deep breath, pulled out his sword with his backhand, and pointed the sword at the enemy.
The noise in the hall suddenly became louder, with countless people dancing and shouting loudly. Gradually, everyone's clapping, stamping, and shouting mixed together and roared to the same rhythm.
Some of the princes even offered huge rewards and dropped all kinds of treasures on the ground.
Even Emperor Shun laughed and clapped, and threw a long sword wrapped with witch patterns and emitting strong witch power fluctuations into the hall.
The human race is a martial artist, and during banquets, warriors come forward to fight. No matter what the purpose is, whether it is personal vendetta or official business, they will always be welcomed by everyone, and the winning warrior will always receive huge rewards.
Everyone's emotions reached a climax. Only Ji Hao stood up secretly, left the political hall silently, and came to the verandah outside the hall. Standing under a huge pillar on the verandah, Ji Hao held a wine bottle and sipped wine, quietly watching the goose feathers and heavy snow falling quietly from the sky.
After a while, Si Wenming also walked out of the hall carrying a wine jar. He stood next to Ji Hao, looked up and down at Ji Hao, whose breath became deep and ethereal, and there was a faint fire oozing out of his body. He smiled and said: "Breakthrough. Really? A very strong aura, much stronger than the ordinary Witch King."
"The natal shaman star was chosen well." Ji Hao did not hide it from Si Wenming: "Oh, the sun star!"
Ji Hao pointed to the sky, and Si Wenming's expression suddenly changed: "You... your natal witch star is the sun star? When you want to break through the witch emperor realm, the void in your body must pull the entire natal witch star from the starry sky. Come down and incorporate the entire natal witch star into your body to become the witch emperor. You, you..."
Ji Hao looked at Si Wenming with a smile: "Someone also told me that most people definitely think that it is impossible for me to break through the Witch Emperor realm, but he said it is not a problem."
Si Wen Minghui was wrong. He frowned and thought for a while, then said slowly: "I see. If it were you, it wouldn't be a problem."
After a pause, Si Wenming looked at Ji Hao and said straightforwardly: "From Taoist Ming, I finally learned some secrets that were lost in ancient times. Are you a disciple of Taoist Yu Yu? The current cultivation method of our human race comes from For him, that’s why you dare to choose the sun star as your natal witch star?”
Ji Hao spread his hands and looked at Si Wenming with a smile. He couldn't say that it was not Taoist Yu Yu's advice, but the suggestion given to him by some unknown old monster hidden in his body, right
Si Wenming laughed. He patted Ji Hao's shoulder, exhaled a long breath and said with emotion: "I didn't expect that the little baby I brought out from the Southern Wilderness would have such good fortune."
Pointing his finger back at the political hall, Si Wenming asked with a smile: "Don't you want to see the excitement? Gonggong Wuyou and Zhu Rongtianming, this is the first time they have met and they have met. It's a big deal."
Ji Hao shook his head and said frankly: "I just beat Zhu Rong Tianming in public, just because I don't want to get involved in their mess... There are people around Zhu Rong Tianming who are trying to recruit me at the banquet, haha. Is Emperor Shun not dead yet? He doesn't have any hidden diseases, right? ? He won’t suddenly die suddenly, right? Are these two guys so anxious? "
Si Wenming was silent for a while, looked around, and found that the nearest maids and guards were more than ten feet away, so he lowered his voice: "But Emperor Shun has to abdicate. His natal star power has reached its extreme. If he makes another breakthrough, he will be the Witch God, and he will have to abdicate."
Ji Hao looked at Si Wenming deeply and said in a low voice: "I won't benefit from whoever takes over the position between those two guys. Uncle Wenming, you might as well take over this position."
Si Wenming was stunned, then shook his head and laughed: "You kid, are you kidding? Although I, Si Wenming, have made some meager contributions to the human race, the talents of the human race are more than just a car. In terms of qualifications, virtue, and reputation. On the other hand, where is my turn?"
Ji Hao shrugged his shoulders and laughed softly: "It all depends on people. Do you remember what I said that day? A complete and unified human race."
Si Wenming's face changed slightly. He looked at Ji Hao seriously and lowered his voice again: "Don't talk nonsense, otherwise we will all be in trouble. The idea is certainly good, but how difficult is it?"
Ji Hao stopped talking and raised the wine bottle to touch Si Wenming's wine jar. The two stood under the corridor, watching the snow fall quietly.
After a while, there was a noise in the distance, and then a bronze token hanging on Si Wenming's waist shook violently several times. Si Wenming's face darkened slightly, he touched the token with his finger, and exclaimed in a low voice: "Messenger of the Yu tribe? Why are these aliens here to join in the fun?"
In the wind and snow, a suspended vehicle flew over quickly, surrounded by a large group of serious-looking human flying riders.
The driver drove straight into the square in front of the Political Hall and stopped at the main entrance of the hall.
Several Yu tribe men in long robes floated out of the car, floating quietly in the air about a few feet above the ground, looking around arrogantly.
After a while, a young man wearing a blood-colored robe, with only a bloody glow in his eyes, laughed arrogantly:
"What kind of shabby place? Is this the headquarters of those unevolved indigenous creatures?"
"It's really shabby."
(End of chapter)