Their hearts were filled with awe.

A group of government officials looked around and saw the crowd of onlookers who almost filled the entire square, and their expressions couldn't help but become serious.

"Your Excellency Marshal...... What do you want to do? ”

At this moment, naturally no one in the square could answer him.

Minutes and seconds passed.

Four figures finally slowly walked on the rostrum.

Yan Tao was dressed in a silver-white military uniform, shining in the sun.

The military uniform lined the boy more and more condensed and demonic.

And in that demonic night, mixed with a condensed killing aura.

Behind the young man, Yan Rong and the other three followed.

The same military uniform, silently followed.

The boy walked leisurely. The clouds are light and the wind is light, and I go directly to the center of the high platform.

He walked very casually.

Tens of thousands of people in the square stared at Yan Tao walking slowly on the high platform for a moment.

On the high platform, there is a chair.

Young Master Yan raised his eyebrows casually, met the eyes of everyone looking up, sat down, and raised his hand leisurely and waved his hand with Erlang's legs.

Yan Rong understood, and immediately brought everyone in the street to the high platform.

Two groups of people, still wearing their previous clothes.

They stood on either side.

Whether it was the soldiers of the Lord's Mansion or those civilians, it was the first time for them to face such a huge crowd, and tens of thousands of pairs of eyes stared at them together, and their bodies were a little stiff for a while.

Some of them have wandering eyes and dare not look down.

Some directly lowered their heads and stood in place tremblingly.

"Lord Marshal, all of them have been brought, and none of them are bad."

"Hmm."

In the square, everyone didn't understand why Yan Tao made this move.

The group of people...... What's going on?

The young man sat in the center of the crowd, her eyes lazy, and her posture was casual and leisurely.

Chic like a young boy who has just returned from a trip.

There is no half-point battlefield god of war.

In fact, Yan Tao has rarely appeared in front of people in recent years.

In this empire, the entire Canglan galaxy doesn't know how many people worship him and respect her, but there are very few people who have seen her.

Even if some people are lucky enough to see it, it is also extremely valuable.

But today, most of the people standing in the square are civilians.

In the past, the marshal who lived in the legend can be seen with his own eyes today.

Many people involuntarily became short of breath and looked up to the high platform with excited eyes.

Even though he was separated by a sea of people, he knew that he couldn't see his face clearly, but he still wanted to move forward on tiptoe.

All of a sudden, on the square, all kinds of messy footsteps and noisy noises were endless.

"Don't squeeze! Don't squeeze! ”

"I haven't seen the marshal's appearance yet!"

“…… You're stepping on my feet! ”

"Damn, which bastard took the opportunity to take advantage of the old lady!"

Accompanied by a spicy female voice, the crisp slap sound was drowned out in the noise.

Tens of thousands of people squeezed forward, and the power was absolutely powerful.

The man behind pushes the one in front, and the one in front pushes the one in front, squeezing forward as hard as possible.

However, the Sky Fleet soldiers standing at the front had their backs straight, as if the power behind them was not there.

One by one, it was like a towering and unshakable wall in front of everyone.

At noon, the young man suddenly raised his right hand slowly.

Her palms were as white as jade, and after flipping, they became a downward trend.

"Quiet."

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