All this happened extremely suddenly, just like the flame that Ji Mo had just raised.

Too much has happened in an instant, and it has exceeded the acceptance of the people. Before they could figure out how Chunhua Jun Ji Jiashu lost, who was the leader of this year's Junior Ceremony, the National Teacher had suddenly made a move.

Although he didn't use his sword, even high-level cultivators were intimidated by the power of the flame just now. It wasn't a warning flame, it was a flame that really wanted the girl's life.

What's going on here?

No one knows how Ying Baoyue won, and why the national teacher suddenly wanted to kill her with his own hands.

However, this is not the end, since the second god son of the rank has already made a move, the two teenagers and girls on the stage are powerless to stop even if they join forces. The light of the fireflies could not compete with the sun and the moon, just as the girl's little stream of water could not compete with the huge flames.

But no one expected that a larger stream of water would come out of the sky and envelop that stream, blocking a blow from the Southern Chu National Division.

People's eyes widened.

Even if Ji Mo didn't use a sword, his move was also a heaven-level attack.

If you want to block the attack of the Divine Son, it is impossible without a cultivation of at least level three!

"The Water Lawyer?" The cultivators looked at the man in Tsing Yi standing on the side of the stage and their eyes widened in shock, "How can it be ......?"

Rank 3 was rare, but it was not none, and what shocked the cultivators present even more was the flow of water that was set off from the hands of that cultivator.

His current easily fused with Ying Baoyue's sword.

This only proves that he is a water lawyer.

"How is it possible...... all the cultivators present couldn't believe their eyes and muttered, "The Heavenly Rank of the Water Method?" ”

No one present had the heart to care about anything else, and everyone's shocked eyes hung over the man.

"In this world...... There is actually a heavenly step of the water law? ”

"Who is he?"

No one knows who this Tsing Yi man who suddenly appeared is.

He came silently, as if out of nowhere, and he didn't hear a sound...... If he's not gasping for air.

The sudden appearance of blocking the blow of the Southern Chu National Teacher, coupled with the mask on his face, made this man in Tsing Yi look like a hidden master.

But it's this master...... I'm panting.

After reaching out to block the blow, the man grabbed the pillar on the side of the stage, as if he couldn't stand steadily. Looking at this scene, people's expressions became more and more strange.

"Who the hell is this man?"

"This mask...... How did you never notice? ”

"It's impossible for the Heavenly Rank to enter without anyone noticing, right?"

No one can judge the identity of this person from his body, and the only clue is the name that Ji Mo roared out just now.

The massive curtain of water and flames canceled out, making a shrill hissing sound, and a huge mist rose from the high platform once again.

In the mist, there seemed to be a roar that Ji Mo had just let out.

Looking at the anger in the eyes of the Southern Chu National Master in the audience, everyone swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

"Oriental Grass...... Who is this person? ”

"Oriental...... I remember that it seems to be the surname of the national teacher of Dongwu! Could it be ......?"

"Wait, this person's clothes seem to be on the Dongwu side...... The fog has cleared, look at his clothes! ”

Clothes.

Orient.

Ying Baoyue, who was standing on the stage, clenched the sword in her hand and looked at the man who would not have appeared in the audience in a daze.

She stood on the stage and looked at the man in the familiar mask, and she was slightly startled when she saw his whole body through the mist.

"You ......"

If it weren't for that mask and those eyes, Ying Baoyue would have almost not recognized him.

Because, he changed his clothes.

The mask was a bronze mask she was familiar with, but it was no longer the cloth dress she was familiar with.

The reason why she feels that she has changed so much is that from the first time they met, Li Ji was dressed in coarse cloth and had a straw rope tied to her hair. In a sense, this person has always been dressed more cost-effectively than his subordinates......

But at this time, the man standing on the side of the high platform had already changed into a cyan robe, with complicated embroidery and an extremely formal style, which was not much better than Zhao Guang's.

However, clothes are nothing but things outside the body, nothing in themselves.

What shocked people was the pattern on the green clothes.

Is that......

"Green Dragon God!"

Someone in the periphery exclaimed.

"I've seen it in Dongwu, and the pattern on that person's body is the Green Dragon God! But the ornaments of the Eight Beast Gods are not only ......"

There was a dead silence in the field, Ying Huyue clenched the sword in her hand, and reached out to touch the Teng snake earring in her ear.

On the Shanhai Continent, there are only two kinds of people who can use the ornaments of the Eight Beast Gods.

One is the royal lineage, and the other is ......

She looked at Ji Jiashu, who was also stunned and looked at the audience.

Ji Jiashu clenched the Spring Thunder Sword and looked at the clothes on the man who had been dressed as ordinary and went with him to set the sack of the Nanchu officials.

"Sacrificial ......," the boy muttered in a low voice.

This dress was quite familiar to Ji Jiashu, because he also had one. It's just that his one is red, and the pattern on it is ...... It's Suzaku.

Ying Baoyue closed her eyes when she heard Ji Jiashu's whisper.

The other kind of person is the national teacher.

What Li Ji was wearing was a sacrificial dress that could only be worn as the son of a national teacher.

"It was you who broke through the Heavenly Steps last night." Ji Mo looked at the man in Tsing Yi who was standing under the stage with an unsteady breath, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, "Dongfang Ji, should I call you that or call you ......?"

"Don't call me that," the man in Tsing Yi, who was holding the pillar, raised his head and looked at the man in black not far away, "I said, I'm Li Ji." It's always Li Ji. ”

Li Ji.

Ying Baoyue on the stage tightened her hands.

Even though he changed his clothes, he said he was still him.

"Okay, what do you want to call it." Ji Mo's eyes swept coldly over Li Ji, "But what were you doing just now?" ”

"I don't think I've done anything," Li Ji said lightly, "It's just that as a cultivator, I stopped the Divine Son from killing innocents indiscriminately." ”

"Indiscriminate killing of innocents?" Ji Mo didn't laugh angrily, his eyes swept over the green dragon pattern on Li Ji's body, "No matter what I want to do, this is Southern Chu, and the people on the stage are Southern Chu and Former Qin, what does it have to do with you, a Dongwu person?" ”

Li Ji's eyes lit up.

"You think you're very stable now, don't you? Can you be nosy? Ji Mo sneered, "People who don't even dare to show their true faces actually want to meddle with other people's affairs?" ”

"You're trying to stop me?" Ji Mo stared coldly at the young man who had been claiming to be Li Ji not far away and was unwilling to reveal his identity, "In what capacity do you want to stop me?" ”

Zhao Guang, who was about to scream excitedly when he saw Li Ji appearing under the high stage, suddenly became cold when he heard this.

Identity has always been something that his second brother wants to hide. That person's realm is special, and once exposed, he will even be hunted down and killed like Shao Si Ming back then.

Looking at the silent young man, the mockery in Ji Mo's eyes was even worse.

The state affairs of Eastern Wu were more complicated than those of Southern Chu, and he knew very well that this man who had no interest in the world had never disclosed his identity in front of everyone, let alone for a ......

"I'll stop you," but at this moment, Li Ji, who had finally finished breathing, raised his head, looked at the strongest man in the sky opposite, and spoke quietly.

"As the Emperor of Eastern Wu Zhaohua."