When Mo Xing and Peng Junyue heard the sound, although their faces were also full of worry, they didn't know how to speak for a moment.
Everyone was speechless all the way back to Ling Jiaohou Mansion.
About half an hour later, Fan Yao's figure appeared inside Ling Jiaohou.
Under the moonlight, Fan Yao looked at Zheng Shiyi's plain face and said apologetically: "Shiyi, I'm sorry. At the banquet today, I... I didn't sit with you at the banquet. Later, I also sat with King Fudo.
But I have no choice... If I leave, or don't sit at the same table with them, I will offend everyone at the table. Some of them are members of the big families in the imperial city, and some are members of the Everlasting Sect.
I really have no choice, I..."
"I can understand." Zheng Shiyi stretched out a hand to stop Fan Yao who wanted to explain further: "I understand, but I feel bad.
However, this is also how it should be. After all, although we have experienced life and death together, we are not from the same class after all. "
"Not the same class?" Fan Yao frowned when he heard this, and sighed: "Shi Yi, you are different now from before. Although I am the princess, you are also the marquis.
Don't forget your current identity. There are many times when you also have to take into account your own identity and situation, as well as other things, such as... your relationship with the Everlasting Sect. "
Fan Yao's voice gradually became softer, and she softly persuaded: "Shi Yi, in fact, there is no need for you to offend the forces of the Everlasting Sect.
I know you are a genius, but the depth of the Everlasting Sect is beyond our imagination. There is really no need to offend them. "
"It's different." Zheng Shiyi looked at Fan Yao who was so close, but felt that the distance between him and Fan Yao had always been there. They had always been far, far away: "I can't socialize against my will. I also know , with a personality like mine, I might suffer a lot.
But, people... always have something to pursue, right? "
"Suffering a loss? You will suffer a big loss if you do this." Fan Yao's brows furrowed even more.
"Maybe, but I would rather suffer these losses than do anything against my will. It's getting late. Tomorrow is the start of the Shenhou Conference. Let's rest early." After Zheng Shiyi said that, he turned and returned to the room.
Fan Yao looked at the closed wooden door and felt that the wooden door was like a door that could never be broken through, separating herself from Zheng Shiyi. This time the gap was wider than before.
How could things develop to such an extent.
Fan Yao sighed heavily, left Ling Jiaohou's Mansion, and walked towards Prince Fan's Mansion without any intention of leaving.
At the gate of the palace, before entering the palace, a graceful figure walked out of the palace.
Qingfei
Fan Yao looked at Concubine Qing walking out of the palace with some surprise. Concubine Qing rarely went out since she married into the palace. Why did she have to go out so late now
Concubine Qing glanced at Fan Yao, whose face was uglier than before, and a sarcastic smile naturally appeared on her beautiful face, and she said mockingly: "It seems that you and Zheng Shiyi didn't have a good chat.
You should have expected this to happen. If you follow the trend, you will naturally lose him. "
Fan Yao's already ugly face became even more ugly. She stared coldly at Concubine Qing in front of her and said sternly: "What do you know, that I follow the trend? I just do what I, a princess, should do, and do what is beneficial. Do the sensible thing."
"Reason? What you call rationality is stupidity." Concubine Qing simply stopped and looked at Fan Yao and sneered, "No wonder the prince doesn't like you."
"You know better than anyone why my father doesn't like me. If you hadn't interfered with it, how could my relationship with my father have deteriorated?" Fan Yao stared at Concubine Qing tightly, and her whole body exuded a cold feeling. of coldness.
"Am I being a hindrance? It's a joke. It's obviously you who are stupid." Concubine Qing stepped forward, leaned in front of Fan Yao and sneered: "As the prince's daughter, you don't understand what the emperor is thinking, nor do you understand the prince. What are you thinking, hanging out with people from the Everlasting Sect, you deserve to be abandoned."
After saying that, Concubine Qing would not leave.
Fan Yao was stunned for a moment, then quickly reacted, Your Majesty!
Yes, the current emperor has always disliked Chang Cun, but his father was the most supportive of the emperor. However, he did not expect that the emperor's patience with the Chang Cun religion seemed to have reached an extreme.
How could I be confused and got entangled with the Changcun Grand Sect
Now immediately cut off from the Everlasting Sect and make it clear that it has nothing to do with it? But how is this possible? Today everyone saw themselves sitting together with people from the Everlasting Sect.
So how can we cut off the relationship with the everlasting religion
Fan Yao walked towards Prince Fan's Mansion with a headache on her face. During the banquet today, if she had stood directly with Shi Yi, she would not have these problems.
The night passed slowly, and on the second day, the Shenhou Conference officially began!
Different from the imagination of holding the Shenhou Conference in another place, the Shenhou Conference is still located in the arena where everyone competes on weekdays.
However, now all the arenas have become arenas for Houjing competitions.
The area around the venue was already crowded, but I don’t know how many people attended the Shenhou Conference and how many people came to watch.
In the center of the square, several flags were hung, and the names of the people who were fighting were slowly written on the flags.
On the only high platform in the square, as the figure of King Lu appeared, the surrounding discussions disappeared instantly.
King Lu stood on the high platform and said in his usual voice: "Today's Shenhou Conference will be presided over by this king. This Shenhou Conference will be divided into two halves, upper and lower.
There are also twenty flags in the middle of the venue. You can find which arena you want to compete on. The Shenhou Conference will officially begin in half an hour. "
King Lu said, paused for a moment before continuing: "Since you are here to participate in the Divine Lords Conference, you naturally know the rules of the Divine Lords Conference. If you don't know, then there is no need to participate in the subsequent competitions."
After saying that, King Lu turned around and quickly disappeared from the high platform.
But everyone did not hesitate to look at the flags one after another.
"Mo Xing is in the top half... And he came on the scene in the first round... and Huan Shi, Huan Shi also came on the scene in the first round.
Lao Peng, I have to wait until the third round to appear. I look at Lao Shiyi, Lao Shiyi, you have to wait until the fourth round to appear. "
Peng Junyue quickly found out the arena everyone was in, which round they would appear in, and even the opponents they might encounter if they advanced.
"This... Lao Shiyi, you're lucky, I really don't know how to put it..." Peng Junyue looked at the battle table, his face slowly turned ugly: "Old Shiyi, if you can always win If you go down, in the tenth round, you will meet the immovable old dog in the tenth round."
"So early?" Mo Xing frowned immediately. The tenth round sounded very long, but there were too many people attending the conference behind him.
After ten rounds, I'm afraid there will still be hundreds or even thousands of people left. It's not too late to meet them at this time.
In the distance, many people seemed to have discovered that Zheng Shiyi could meet the Fudo King in his tenth round, and voices kept ringing out.
"In the tenth round, I feel that Zheng Shiyi encountered him a little too late. By the time of the tenth round, I'm afraid Zheng Shiyi will have been eliminated."
"Yes, Zheng Shiyi can't punch, and he doesn't know how to fight when the time comes. He may not even be able to get through the first round, let alone the tenth round."
"It is indeed very likely that Zheng Shiyi will not pass the tenth round. Have you seen his opponent? That is Hua Qinghen from the Jedi!"
"Hua Qinghen! The first family of the Jedi, the first genius of the Hua family. The Hua family was also a family in the Imperial City back then, but later they moved away from the Imperial City to the Jedi for unknown reasons."
"Not to mention Zheng Shiyi who has been crippled, but Zheng Shiyi who is in a state of complete victory. If he meets Hua Qinghen, he will have to fight hard to win. Now Zheng Shiyi has no chance against Hua Qinghen."
Voices kept coming out.
Before I knew it, an hour had passed.
King Lu appeared on the high platform again and sat on a chair. Beside him, a man who looked like a eunuch shouted in a high voice: "The first round of the Shenhou Conference has officially begun, and the participants are waiting for the stage."
As his voice fell, figures one after another walked out of the crowd and flew to their respective arenas.
In just one breath, the two fighting sides appeared on the hundreds of arenas.
"Both Huanshi and Mo Xing are actually in the first round." Peng Junyue suddenly looked back at Zheng Shiyi with interest and said: "Old Shiyi, let's take a gamble. Let's bet, who of them will win first?"
As his words fell, a gong sounded.
On the arena, the two warring parties took action at the same time.
On the third stage, the aura in Mo Xing's body rose instantly, and the martial arts treasure in his hand suddenly flew out of his hand, flying far away towards the opponent on the opposite side.
Wu Bao flew in the air and suddenly shot out a silver light. The dazzling light illuminated the entire arena with a silver glow.
Opposite him, his opponent's eyes closed instinctively, and the next moment, a heartbreaking pain suddenly hit him.
The weapon that Mo Xing shot turned into a square shape at some point, and hit the opponent's chest heavily. The vast sea of spiritual energy burst out instantly, instantly shattering the opponent's body-protecting spiritual energy, and the entire opponent's body was hit by the impact. It flew backwards like a shooting star.
"bump!"
In one or two breaths, the opponent flew out of the ring and fell heavily to the ground with a loud muffled sound, and a clear crack appeared on the stone slab under him.
"One...one move!"
"Mo Xing wins!"
"It's so easy!"
Many people around saw that the competition had just begun and they had not yet found a fierce competition to watch. However, they suddenly found someone flying out of the ring and were completely shocked for a moment!
"It's too scary. Why do you feel that this silent act is stronger than before?"
"Isn't this the second time that Mo Xing has killed himself? He recovered so quickly and is even stronger?"
"Among those who can come to participate in the Divine Marquis Conference, which one is not perfect in the Marquis Realm? Which one is not the best among the Marquis Realm? Otherwise, they would not have the courage or guts to participate in the Divine Marquis Convention. But the gap in this battle is too big."
(End of chapter)