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"Your Majesty Shengming!" Yi Wenxiang led the ministers to salute with an expressionless face. At this time, it was canonized by the sub-sage, and the first jinshi of the human race seconded by the saints, and the sealing of Emperor Yan at this time can be said to be a stroke of God.

Who can object? Who dares to oppose it? Well, who has an opinion on the resolution of the hundred saints and all the saints?

Zhuang Yichen's figure appeared outside the virtual realm, and there was still endless sadness in his eyes, and it was not until the holy power blocked the memory that he regained clarity.

The memory of the virtual realm is slowly blurring, but from time to time he has a fragment of a deep memory that suddenly pops up out of nowhere.

"Huh?" Zhuang Yichen suddenly turned around and glanced at the entrance of the virtual realm in disbelief, and there was an additional imprint in his soul.

And this imprint seems to vaguely echo the imaginary realm, but it is still relatively weak. He had a hunch that perhaps one day he could return to this realm with this imprint. And there, there is something very important to him.

Is this the imprint of the will of the world?

"The champions of the seven kingdoms have all come to the Holy Courtyard to receive canonization!" a magnificent voice came, and then seven holy rays of light fell from the sky above the Holy Courtyard, turning into seven rainbow bridges and falling into the Seven Kingdoms' Guozi Prison.

"Holy power turns into a rainbow, meet all the saints!" Countless scribes and warriors in the world used various words to express their envy and jealousy.

On the Hongqiao, the champions of all countries were happy and confident, and at this time, the eyes of the entire human race were focused on the Hongqiao.

Zhuang Yichen exhaled lightly, took the first step, and then felt the rich holy power enveloping him, warm.

The soul qi in the martial hall seemed to have been refined to be more refined, enough to withstand several years of work.

On the bridge of the Holy Power Rainbow, the sense of time and space seemed to be gone, and suddenly Zhuang Yichen found himself in an extremely magnificent square. The square is faced with white jade, jasper is the step, and there are fourteen giant halls that stretch for more than ten miles.

There are four huge halls suspended in the air, towering like high mountains, majestic to the extreme, making people's hearts shocked.

Ten smaller giant halls were firmly planted on the ground, which were the offices of the ten halls of the Holy Courtyard.

"Congratulations to Brother Zhuang!" At this time, the six brocade-clothed jinshi with extraordinary bearing beside him all saluted him.

"Everyone is happy!" Zhuang Yichen smiled slightly, and after his eyes swept over, he could find that there was some unconvincing taste in these deep eyes.

Only Xie Mingxiu's beautiful eyes were full of smiles, giving birth to a little warmth.

Han Wuya, Wu Yuanrong, Ximen Feng, Zhao Zihan, and Ge Batian were also puzzled at this time, why Xie Mingxiu suddenly appeared and took Qu Ziling's place, and was ranked second.

Although they had doubts in their hearts, since they didn't even have any objections from the saints, how could they dare to say anything.

The biggest possibility is that one of the four big fanatics is a strong person, using methods they can't guess.

In the hall, the oldest Shao Rite of the Terran Race fluttered out, although it didn't sound too loud, but it spread to every corner of the Terran in an instant.

In the courtyard square, the rain was scattered, and in an instant, several flowers stopped on the heads and shoulders of the seven champions.

The rich floral fragrance instantly poured into the wings of the nose, and the seven people suddenly felt that the fragrance of each breath contained a rich aura.

Each breath of aura inhaled was equivalent to several days of penance, something that all the scribes and warriors of the Seven Kingdoms coveted.

But only the seven people who are the most dazzling and outstanding in the Jinshi University Examination can enjoy such glory.

At this time, the other six people all noticed that the place where Zhuang Yichen was standing seemed to have more flowers, but no one had any opinions.

Because of this Jinshi examination, among the countless scribes and warriors of the Seven Kingdoms, Zhuang Yichen is the most shining star, and no one can only look up.

Within the four giant halls above the Holy Courtyard, four darker orange holy powers shot out from them, intertwining and shining on the bodies of the seven people.

There are ten halls of the Holy Courtyard, and then there are four Holy Lord Halls, and only one of them leads the Holy Lords, and the other three Holy Lords have not been born for unknown years.

At this time, everything that happened in the Sacred Square was presented to all the races through the canopy.

Under normal circumstances, the Holy Court is high above the royal families of the Seven Kingdoms, and for civilians, it is a completely mysterious and unpredictable place.

Only at the last moment of the Jinshi examination can all races be seen. The reason is simple, only by making everyone see the benefits of becoming the champion of the Seven Kingdoms can they arouse their desire to work hard.

The human race is inherently inferior to the demons, but in terms of enterprising and diligent, it is much stronger than the demons.

Otherwise, I'm afraid that the human race would have been wiped out by the demons thousands of years ago.

At this time, among the champions of the Seven Kingdoms, Zhuang Yichen almost attracted most of the attention, and the other six people were not as good as him combined.

Especially when the four holy rays of light enveloped him, the orange light shone brightly, like a god among the gods.

"The first jinshi of the human race!the first champion of the seven kingdoms!" I don't know how many scribes and warriors silently read these two incomparably glorious gifts in their hearts, envy reflected on their faces, their hearts began to beat violently, and their blood seemed to be boiling.

In the court hall of Yan Kingdom, behind the bead curtain, the eldest princess's beautiful eyes fell on Zhuang Yichen in the canopy, without blinking for a moment. Suddenly, the red lips sighed with great satisfaction, and then slowly closed his eyes.

The concubine's heart is higher than the sky, and this person is enough in this life!

"Husband, you finally did it!" Wan'er's beautiful eyes widened, her white jade hand covered her red lips, and two lines of clear tears slipped down like pearls, ticking, ticking.

"This is unreasonable, a mere son of a poor family can actually obtain such supreme glory! It's really hateful, how can it be reasonable!" Wang Shangshu's heart was extremely angry, but there was an indescribable melancholy.

And Yi Wenxiang lowered his eyelids, and he didn't move as if he was a thousand-year-old dead wood, lifeless.

And the officials of Yi Wenxiang's department are like dead fathers and mothers, and they don't know what to do.

Zhuang Yichen is a hardcore confidant of the royal family, and at this time, he suddenly won the title of the first jinshi of the human race given by the sub-saint, which directly stimulated the growth of Emperor Yan and increased the luck of the royal family.

In this way, even the Guansheng, who is destined to incarnate in twenty years, will have his longevity extended because of the surge in national fortunes.

And for a strong person at the level of a half-saint, no one can say how long he will live after extending his lifespan.