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Uncle Pao took a sip of peanuts, took a sip of the second pot, looked at the picture played in the notebook, and laughed meaningfully: "Little Feifei, your holy son is really interesting, they don't really have any stories, right?"

"What story can there be?" the Pope of Light glared at Uncle Cannon, chewed a peanut hard, and complained with resentment, "Isn't it a good thing that your precious apprentice did......?

Originally, he wanted to say something sympathetic, but he couldn't say anything when the words came to his lips.

Sympathy with the Son of Darkness in the opposing camp?phew! What is this?

"Yo, dare to love the holy war you started yourself, and blame Wang Yan as an outsider?" Uncle Pao glanced at the Pope of Light, threw a peanut into his mouth, and said angrily while chewing, "If your holy son is really bent back, do you have to blame Wang Yan for breaking it?"

"Where did he bend?" ahem...... "Pope of Light was excited, and he coughed straight at the mouth of the two pots, "Wright's kid is good-natured, but he's just a little tired lately." ”

"Huh. Uncle Pao nodded, smiled but didn't say anything, as if he understood.

"Well, I'm too lazy to tell you. The Bright Pope was depressed again, he felt that if he continued to dwell on this kind of issue, he would have high blood pressure, so he immediately picked up the cup and knocked on the table, "Keep watching." ”

"Keep watching. Uncle Cannon also picked up the wine glass and bumped into the Pope of Light.

"Bang dang. ”

"It's done!"

The two old men began to drink again.

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"Ahem. ”

The host, Sean, pushed his glasses and coughed deliberately, breaking the eerie atmosphere of the scene.

"The sixth winner will be announced below, with three hundred and five points, from the African Ancient Witch Alliance, the inheritor of King Solomon's magic, and the youngest prophet, Saladin Noha!"

It is precisely because of the long-term domination of the screen by Wang Yan and the Double Saintess in the qualifiers that many shots were not broadcast live to the venue in time.

Therefore, almost no one in the crowd has heard of this newcomer, who is known as a prophet, although there are discussions, but more doubts.

"I've never heard of this name, he's a newcomer, right?"

"The newcomer's name is still so big, it's just a death. ”

"If he still uses King Solomon's magic? ”

The audience had never seen the Prophet, but they had heard of the legend to some extent.

In ancient religion and real life, a prophet originally referred to a person who had an early understanding or accurate prediction of the universe, human society, or natural science, and was not simply a wizard who predicted the future.

During that period, the prophets would not only pinpoint reality and instruct the ruling class, but also use the ethics of the gods to teach the people and hold them high.

But with the rapid development of human beings, those ancient things have long been thrown away in the long river of history.

What remains is more of a false name and gimmick, but in some places, the name is still very influential.

In the curious eyes of the crowd, in the queue of the African Ancient Witch Alliance, in the Arab region, a young man riding a flying carpet slowly soared.

He is a typical Arab young man, who looks to be in his early thirties, with a fair and handsome face, and a manly mustache on the corner of his lips.

He wears a traditional white turban around his head, and instead of a voluminous traditional robe, he wears a tailored suit.

The most eye-catching thing is that eight of his ten fingers are wearing thick gemstone rings, and there are three strings of gold plate necklaces set with precious stones on his chest, which looks rich and heroic.

The crowd watching the game was amazed after watching it, and more doubts also sounded.

"Is this the Prophet? Are you sure it's not an upstart?"

"If you have money, you can be a prophet? ”

Saladin ignored the reaction of the scene, the corners of his mouth lifted slightly, reached into his arms, and casually scattered a large handful of dollar bills.

In his words, "In this world, money is more useful than the scriptures." ”

Sure enough, a large number of banknotes, with a magical rolling airflow, blew to the entire audience, and all the audience at the scene "wow" and boiled.

"Prophet! I think he must be a prophet!"

"It's so cool, it's so cool to be slapped in the face by a banknote!"

"I heard that they are Arab, every house has an oil field, and they bathe with money every day, and it seems to be true!"

The banshees, who were originally conscientious in selling things, also went crazy.

The banshees' eyes were shining one by one, and they screamed excitedly as they picked up a lot of money.

"Prophet, Momoda!"

"Brother Prophet, please smash me with as much money as you like!"

"Uncle Prophet, I'm going to learn the magic from you tonight!"

The young prophet standing on the flying carpet smiled slightly, his expression was kind and peaceful, and if he exchanged the large amount of money in his hand for an ancient scripture, he would really look exactly like the prophet in the ancient portrait.

The crowd of spectators at the venue around him, the jubilant mood simply exploded.

The NAFA queue, like the contestants from other organizations, was stunned.

"What a local tyrant, this is at least a few million, right?" At this moment, even Wang Yan's eyes widened and patted Zhang Weidao beside him, "I think he is the real man." ”

"I'm me, I'm me, I can also lie!" Zhang Weidao was a little stunned and a little unconvinced, but then he thought about it wrong, "Bah, I don't sprinkle if I have money! I, I'm the one who wants to marry a daughter-in-law!"

"Amitabha, Wang, I think we should make friends with him. The once kind and innocent little Buddha did not prescribe five non-precepts, and a trace of light flashed in his eyes, and he said the true meaning in everyone's hearts.

"Makes sense!" everyone gave a thumbs up, "We have to make friends with such a prophet!"

The warm and cheerful atmosphere of the scene lasted for a few minutes, Saladin still took care of the order of the conference, and scattered millions, and then waved his hand to the surrounding fans, and came behind Sean in a low-key manner, hiding his merit and fame.

After a brief hustle and bustle, host Sean announced the fifth finalist.

"The fifth place to advance, with three hundred and seventy-two points, is the midwinter hunter from the Polar Bear Secret Service, Bairisa Nova!"

The scene was "uproar", and there was warm applause and cheers.

Bai Lisa is a very famous veteran powerhouse in the world in recent years, with a large group of fans and supporters, won the fifth place, and for many audiences at the scene, she deserved to win the fifth place.

In the center of the venue, Bai Lisa rode the white bear Reynolds and slowly left the queue.

The cold air emanating from her whole body, shining with sparkling fluorescence in the sunlight, made her every step forward, as if she was dressed in wind and snow, and she was stunningly beautiful.

Many men and even female audiences at the scene were overwhelmed by her noble and cold temperament.

However, Bai Lisa's gaze did not stop for them.

She walked slowly through the queue area of the National African Bureau, her eyes as clear as a river of ice, and she locked directly on another female powerhouse who was also an ice system.

The female powerhouse she was looking at, with black hair like a waterfall and a slender and graceful body, was none other than the Ice Queen who was on par with her before, Huangfu Nanlian.

Nan Lian's gaze looked through the sunglasses and also looked at Bai Lisa.

The eyes of the two women met in the air, and a circle of icy cold air quietly dispersed between the two women.

The noisy noise of the crowd seemed to be automatically isolated, and time seemed to slow down at this moment, and the whole world seemed to be left with only two people staring at each other, and the cold air that was like water between them.

After a while, Bai Lisa raised the corners of her mouth, moved the white bear Reynolds, and continued to walk forward.

Nan Lian also slowly retracted her gaze, and a layer of frost seemed to be like a fierce battle intent, which had already spread under her eyes.

After Bai Lisa left, Sean cleared his throat and continued to announce: "The fourth place to advance, with three hundred and eighty-nine points, the golden lion sword from the Super Shield Bureau, August!"

August also belongs to the well-known old powerhouse, and Midi also used his image to publish comics in China, and as soon as he appeared, many viewers were boiling.

"Hey, it's the Golden Lion Sword! I also have a collection of his model figures!"

"He himself is much more handsome than in the comics, look at his temperament. ”

Some women have even begun to scream, "Brother Lion Sword, I want to give birth to a lion cub for you!"

Amid the noisy cheers of the crowd, August smiled and walked out of the queue.

At this time, he was wearing a red combat uniform, a silver alloy sword on his back, and long golden hair, following the pace of walking, flying with the wind.

August enjoyed the cheers of the crowd very much, and waved all the way, until he walked to the queue of the National Africa Bureau, but he stopped here, as if to show off, and greeted Wang Yan and the others, and then said goodbye and left.

So far, the fourth to ninth place winners have all been announced.

The six finalists stood side by side at the bottom of the steps of the rostrum, enjoying the cheers and attention of the audience.

Each of them was refreshed and radiant, and their eyes were full of pride.

It was a moment of honor, and to be able to do so under the watchful eyes of the world's supernatural beings was enough to prove that they were the best among the young supernatural beings.

"The above six players will all get sub-saint-level equipment later, or a copy of materials of the same price!"

The host, Sean, stood in front of the six contestants, facing the audience of the entire venue, and introduced in an impassioned tone.

"Next, I will announce that the top three winners of this qualifier will receive the holy weapon equipment provided by this competition, or an equivalent material!"

"The Hallows, the Hallows are coming out!"

The emotions of the on-site spectators, like boiling water, were suddenly lifted to the top. They all opened their eyes wide and pricked up their ears for fear of mishearing a name.

Who would be so lucky to receive a rare treasure as a reward? Such a question is like a silk thread that entangles their hearts, pulling at their hearts.

…… (To be continued.) )