With just one glance, the old man of Nangong withdrew his gaze and said with a cold face to Emperor Yan. , the latest chapter access: ШШШ.79xs.СоМ .

"You kid still remembers the old man and me."

"Master, what did you say, I don't remember it, but no one will remember you!" Emperor Yan opened his mouth respectfully.

The old man Nangong glanced at Empress Yan and snorted coldly: "I think some people don't want to see me, a bad old man, so I'd better go." Xue'er, you play hard, the old man goes home. ”

The old man Nangong said this, and stood up, as if he was really leaving.

"Master, how can someone not want to see you, you can sit down in peace!" Emperor Yan sat down according to the old man of Nangong, turned his head and glanced at Empress Yan coldly.

Everyone could see the old man Nangong's eyes clearly just now, and everyone understood it for a while.

Empress Yan's face turned pale at a glance by Emperor Yan, and her body shook unconsciously.

The old man Nangong looked at Empress Yan's shaking body, and a trace of 'essence' flashed in his eyes. The stinky girl and the old man fight, and in the end you suffer.

After the old man of Nangong sat down, Emperor Yan also asked the heads of the various 'sects' to sit down before he sat down on the right seat. Empress Yan sat in the first seat on the left hand side of Emperor Yan with a pale face.

Wu Bingrong, the sect leader of the Star Elephant Sect, sat on the left hand side of the Yan Hou, Wu Bingrong was Sheng Yanghong, the leader of the Holy Beast Alliance, and finally the Danyang Palace master Xie Hongsleeve.

After everyone sat down, Emperor Yan waved his hand and announced loudly: "The Lingwu Competition has officially begun." ”

The duration of the Lingwu Competition is one month, in fact, the competition time is only ten days, four of these ten days are for the spirit competition, four days are for the martial arts competition, and the last two days are the top three of the Lingwu competition for the top three in the Lingwu Competition.

In a month's time, in addition to the competition, the remaining twenty days are the time for the various 'sects' to accept disciples, and the banquets held by the four major families, and the contestants to play.

Of course, there is the palace banquet at the end.

As Emperor Yan's voice fell, Gonggong Wang, who was beside him, continued: "The Lingwu Competition has begun, and the martial artists have competed in the first four days. After Wang Gonggong finished speaking, the warriors among the contestants walked to the high platform and lined up. Waiting for the father-in-law with the list to read the name.

The father-in-law who read the list opened his mouth and was about to call out the name of the first contestant, but was interrupted by a cold and unruly voice.

"It's good that Ben Gongzi is not late, how bad it is to be late. Old man Nangong, you say yes! ”

When this voice sounded, the whole arena was silent, and everyone only felt a sound ringing in their ears, but they didn't know where it came from.

When the voice fell, I saw a man in an ink-colored robe sitting on the right hand side of the old man of Nangong, all of the man's hair was draped over his shoulders, and only a hairband of the same 'color' as the robe tied the hair on his forehead and ears at the back of his head.

When the people in the high positions saw the coming, their faces were different.

Emperor Yan looked surprised when he saw the man, and said, "Why is Young Master Mo interested in coming to see this Spirit Martial Arts Competition this year?" ”

"That's a long story! My son-in-law came to see my sister-in-law. I just don't know if she'll come. "Hey! I haven't seen my sister-in-law for a long time, he misses it very much, I heard that he has a son, I don't know if my sister-in-law knows. Is he waiting to see the show?

Thinking of this, Mo Yixuan's eyes were full of schadenfreude.

This person is Mo Yixuan, and he is also the Lord of Linggu Valley.

"Pretending." Emperor Yan was about to speak, but was interrupted by the old man Nangong.

"Hey, old man, don't think I don't know what you're here for, it's not for ·····"

Before Mo Yixuan could finish speaking, he was interrupted by a strong wind.

I saw a carriage appear in the sky above the competition field, and four dragon horses spread their wings and flew towards the high platform with a huge carriage.

The people on the high platform saw the carriage stand up directly from their chairs, and looked at the carriage flying towards them with shocked expressions.

"What is that, how does it look like a carriage." A civilian spoke.

"Longxiang carriage, the Night King is here."

"The Night King..."

"Night King, I love you..."

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