Bing Tong only glanced at the First Hanjun Emperor's crown, then looked at Fang Yun and resumed his usual smile.
Fang Yun was still sitting in the Wu Hou carriage, looking indifferent, as if these Hanjun Emperor Crowns were just lumps of ice and he didn't care at all.
The Emperor's Crown of Hanjun is comparable to a semi-saint treasure in the Ten Cold Ancient Land, but it is only effective within the ten cold cities. Outside the cold cities, it can only make people slightly more intimate with the heaven and earth vitality of the Ten Cold Ancient Land, and its effect is not great.
The Hanjun Emperor's Crown also has a side effect, that is, after wearing the crown, one cannot leave the Shihan Ancient Land and can only escape by faking death.
For the most talented people of each race, no one is willing to wear the Emperor's Crown of Han, and no one is willing to be imprisoned in the ancient land of Shihan.
"I'm sorry for being rude."
After Yan Huaishi finished speaking, he stepped on Pingbu Qingyun and flew to the third Hanjun Emperor Crown, took it off and held it in his hand. If nothing unexpected happened, after meeting the great scholars, the Yan family would select one person to wear the Hanjun Emperor Crown and return to Hancheng for the formal coronation ceremony.
Afterwards, Bing Tong flew into the air and took off the second Hanjun Emperor Crown, saying, "My skills are not as good as others, so I dare not take the crown." As he said this, he returned to his original position holding the Hanjun Emperor Crown, but did not wear it.
Afterwards, people from the family of King Wen, the family of Zisi, the family of Zengzi, the family of Mencius, and the family of Xunzi each took down one crown, and three crowns were hung above it, which were the first, ninth, and tenth imperial crowns.
Everyone was silent.
The human race in the Shihan Ancient Land was originally composed of the six sub-saint families and the main family. Although other families had people in the Shihan Ancient Land, they did not send anyone to participate in the battle for the Shihan Ancient Land.
In the past, it was very difficult to get one even if you risked your life, but now there are three vacant ones and I don’t know how to distribute them.
Each university scholar had his own thoughts, but no one spoke out.
After a few breaths, Xiao Yetian lifted the front of his clothes, flew quickly towards the First Imperial Crown, and took it off.
No one noticed that Fang Yun seemed to be secretly relieved, but the next moment, Fang Yun showed an unhappy look.
Xiao Yetian saw Fang Yun's expression, smiled slightly, held the Emperor's Crown of the Cold Lord, and bowed to everyone, saying: "During this trip to the Ice Emperor Palace, I and my fellow writers overcame many difficulties and hardships to get here. First of all, I would like to thank all of you who have been in the same boat. The one who needs to be thanked the most is Fang Yun Fang Xusheng. If it weren't for him slaughtering all the kings, laying the foundation for victory, and promoting the prestige of our human race, I would never have been able to obtain the first emperor's crown, and at most I would have obtained the ninth or tenth emperor's crown. Treasures should be taken by those who are capable. Fang Xusheng is capable but does not take it, which is really a role model for our generation. However, there are not only human races in the Ten Cold Ancient Land, but also alien races. The first emperor's crown is related to the rise and fall of the human race. For the sake of the human race, I will take it on my shoulders."
Many university scholars frowned. Xiao Yetian's words were too arrogant. Some even mocked Fang Yun for being incapable of the task and too pedantic.
Hu Li said angrily, "Your Majesty the Moon Emperor, I think we should just snatch it back. You don't need it, so even throwing it away is better than giving it to him."
Zeng Yue said at the side: "I think it's good."
Fang Yun said to Hu Li, "You are the only demon king left here. Do you want to take one?"
Hu Li's eyes darkened, and he shook his head gently, saying, "There are only a few thousand of us left in the Xingyaoman tribe. Even if we occupy a city, we are unable to reproduce. Before coming here, we have already agreed to follow you back to Shengyuan Continent, serve as your private soldiers for generations, and never return to the Shihan Ancient Land."
The university scholars present nodded slightly. This little fox's knowledge was far beyond that of ordinary people.
Fang Yun looked at Bing Tong and asked, "You only want one imperial crown? There are so many people in the Bing Clan, one city can't support them all."
Bing Tong said nonchalantly, "We are competing for the title of Ten Cold Kings this time. We only need to take one to protect the people of Hancheng. As for the other members of the Ice Clan, I don't care about their lives. You humans can divide the remaining two, or... exchange them for some benefits."
Seeing that Bing Tong really didn't want to snatch them, Fang Yun nodded and said to Hu Li, "Take off the other two and exchange them for some benefits from the Bing Clan."
"Yes, sir." Hu Li flew forward and took off the two imperial crowns.
The university scholars did not try to stop it, because the environment in the Ten Cold Ancient Land was too harsh. The six sub-saint families owning one land each was already the limit. If the human race really wanted to dominate the entire Ten Cold Ancient Land, they would have to relocate tens of millions of people, which went against the human race's plan.
For the human race, the Shihan Ancient Land is equivalent to a fortress and a mine, not a place for reproduction and survival.
After all ten imperial crowns were taken off, the Ice Emperor's throne made a subtle sound and its color slowly changed from white to blue.
Xun Pingyang said, "When the Ice Emperor Throne turns completely blue, it will sink and this area will be closed. We will be sent to the gate of the Ice Emperor Palace and then leave the Ice Emperor Palace."
Fang Yun ignored everyone and drove the Wuhou car forward, arriving at the center of the arena, and then spoke a series of words in ancient demon language that no one could understand.
Afterwards, everyone was surprised to see countless phantoms of ancient monsters appearing around the arena. There were huge golden giants, strange sea monsters, poisonous dragons covered with poison gas, monsters covered in armor, and so on. Their appearances were extremely unique.
Waves of strange cheers rang out, as if coming from ancient times, like a tsunami.
Everyone was stunned and didn't understand what was happening.
Afterwards, ten rough stone platforms appeared above the Ice Emperor's throne, and on each platform was a rough jade box.
Each jade box has a matte surface, sharp edges and no carving, as if it was casually cut from a raw stone to make a jade box.
Everyone then realized why Fang Yun had not taken any action. It turned out that he was waiting for the real treasure.
Xiao Yetian understood in an instant that those treasures must be the secret treasures of the ancient demon, and their preciousness far exceeded that of the Hanjun Emperor's crown.
Xiao Yetian looked down at the imperial crown in his hand, and a trace of regret flashed through his heart. He took the Hanjun imperial crown mainly for his promotion to a semi-saint. If he had the ancient demon secret treasure, perhaps the cost of promotion to a semi-saint would be lower.
Fang Yun glanced at the ten jade boxes but hesitated to take any action.
Hu Li asked: "Can't we open them one by one?"
"No." Fang Yun said.
"Then how do we choose?"
"Blind guess."
Hu Li was helpless.
Fang Yun observed carefully, and the contents of Fu Yue's inheritance and the engravings on Binggong Mountain kept emerging in his mind.
Finally, Fang Yun stretched out his hand towards the ninth jade box, and the ninth jade box flew into his hand. Then the ten stone platforms rotated and shrank, disappearing in mid-air.
Fang Yun put the jade box into the swallowed seashell, and the Wuhou chariot slowly turned to face the crowd.
Fang Yun sat high in the car, and after scanning everyone, he said slowly: "The affairs of the Ice Emperor Palace must not be leaked. I don't need to say more. Everyone, please swear an oath."
The death of the Dragon King of the Sea and the treasure in the jade box are not news that can be leaked casually.
The Grand Secretary of the human race took the oath immediately, and Hu Li followed closely behind.
Bing Tong hesitated for a moment and swore in the name of the ancestor emperor Tu Ting.
Only Xiao Yetian stood there, somewhat hesitant.
Fang Yun is a virtual saint, which is different from the great Confucian scholars.
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