Strangely, the chains of the wind, released from the Book of Imperial Scrolls, were not very friendly to Changtian, as they were dealing with a reluctant recalcitrant man, tying his hands and chest and dragging him forcibly on the ground. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoTherefore, Changtian did not enjoy the cool appearance of other princes.

"Who is this? Could it be that he is also recognized by the Imperial Scroll?"

"However, there are only five princes in the Pascal Empire, so isn't it possible to ...... the royal bloodline?"

"It can't be that the Imperial Book is malfunctioning, right?"

"Don't be rude! How can we question the judgment of the Book of Kings, which is the ancient book that has been handed down from generation to generation by the royal family of Pascal. ”

The pile of people who were forced to give way to a half-meter-wide path looked at this unlucky young man who was too ordinary, not to mention that he couldn't feel the slightest bit of magic, and even the dusty clothes looked a little shabby, of course, except for the very special silver-white hedgehog-shaped hair, which was very conspicuous, there seemed to be no highlights worth discussing.

The proverb gradually understood something, and the chase stopped.

The outermost alpha was a little surprised, he didn't have time to set some rules for the two of them to restrict, and it was not good to rush forward at this moment.

However...... His Royal Highness the stupid eldest prince poked his head out of the mini mountain range, and when he saw that the person being dragged by the chains was Changtian, he didn't know where he got the courage, and without thinking about it, he used the Wind Resistance Technique to fly out of the energy field, hugged him with tears in his eyes, and shouted uncontrollably at the Imperial Scroll Book: "Let go of my brother!

"You hurry back...... Chang Tian suddenly felt that his body hurt everywhere, and the needle prick hurt.

The simple-minded Yun Zong could not listen to it, he just thought that his younger brother was being bullied and was very angry. No, before Gore could stop him, he concentrated his strength and condensed a ball of wind the size of a spiral pill in his palm, and threw it at the sacred imperial scroll.

This stupid move couldn't be more stupid, it couldn't shake the Imperial Book at all, and the storm attack was swallowed before it could get close.

It was this move that caused the crowd to explode, and they all exchanged heads and ears, surrounding them with suspicion and looking at freaks. The uninformed civilians thought that Changtian was the younger brother of the great prince of Yunzong, and then they suddenly realized, and sighed again and again that it was no wonder that he would be locked by the imperial scroll book, so it made sense.

Gore hurriedly controlled the pumice stone platform to stop beside Yun Zong, and jumped down to stop him with great concern: "Prince Yun Zong, you must not attack the Imperial Scroll Book! ”

"But He hurt my brother, and I hate Him......"

"He didn't hurt Changtian, he just wanted to pull him into the ring and play with you. ”

"Really?" Yun Zong then stopped his hand and blinked at Gore.

"Really, he's a prince just like you, so he's naturally recognized by the Imperial Scroll. Therefore, you have to persuade Changtian to go up by himself, so that he will not be dragged by chains. Gore preached patiently.

The naïve Yun Zong believed it like this, turned to Changtian pitifully, shook him and asked, "Brother, shall we go up?"

I really believe in your evil! Chang Tian viciously glanced at the kind-eyed Gore, and scolded in his heart. There's no way, if it weren't for Yunzong, according to his entangled temperament, maybe he would really cry on the spot...... Changtian didn't dare to think about it now, so he had to reluctantly agree. Strange to say, the Imperial Book seemed to have spirituality, and understood their conversation, and immediately withdrew the power of pulling.

However, the chains of the wind were not untied from Changtian's body.

How can you feel like you are being taken to the execution ground as a prisoner? Changtian sighed and stood up, full of pity before he had taken a few steps.

For such a short distance, he struggled to walk, and felt like ten kilograms of iron were tied to his feet.

Let's get back to the topic. Gore re-ascended the pumice stone platform to adjust the chaotic atmosphere of the scene, "The sons of the Pascal royal bloodline selected by the Book of Imperial Scrolls have all been in the ring, which is really exciting. Insert a sentence here, maybe everyone has never seen His Royal Highness the Sixth Prince of the Pascal Empire, let me introduce it to you, his name is Changtian Pascal!"

The Six Princes of Pascal's Empire?

Public opinion is like an icicle under the eaves of the cold winter wax moon, extremely sharp, with a cold aura, sweeping the entire Nairakar altar.

At this time, Emperor Milier was not calm, and asked unhappily: "Brother Haoze, you are not kind to this! Even I hide that you even have an illegitimate child." ”

The Silver King could only laugh dryly, and did not give any explanation, mainly feeling the anger coming from the seat on the right. Therefore, it is wise to remain silent at this time, otherwise Queen Catherine will protest against this trial festival.

The clever Emperor Milière was also a person from the past, and when he saw that Brother Haozer looked uneasy, he didn't know what to say.

The camera shifts to the high-profile energy field, and the tense air is filled with some strange element of commotion, and a big war is about to break out.

"Ladies and gentlemen, let me explain to you the content of the first level of the Trials Festival, I'm Alora Dilan, a live announcer. In the next second that this broadcast fell, three huge crystal screens appeared above the audience, which were manifested by broadcasting magic crystals, and were used to broadcast everything that happened on the energy field in real time, "First of all, under the guidance of the Imperial Scroll, there are six trial candidates, and then the most critical first trial will be carried out, the order trial. ”

The explanation baton fell into the hands of Lieutenant General Alves, and he coughed nervously a few times, adding: "The so-called trial of order, simply put, is that all areas of the energy field will have earth-shaking disorder natural phenomena, if you want to stabilize the chaos and irregular changes in the space of the energy field, you have to find the two rings of order hidden in the energy field, put it on your hands, and control this unbalanced energy field with your mind, in order to be considered to come out on top." ”

"Of course, winning the first place does not mean that the other princes have no chance, so let the High Priest of Gore give you a detailed analysis of the points competition system. "Alora is an excellent announcer, who knows where to divide the work to guide the narrator, which attracted the crowd in the audience, cheers, whistles, applause and shouts are intertwined in an exciting symphony, and the scene is very shocking.

"The Trials Festival will evaluate the performance of the princes in the form of points accumulation, and the first trial level will be judged by the Pascal Empire's Divine Book of the Imperial Scroll, which will give each prince a score system with a score of one to five. Alora stood up impassionedly and explained.

"Wait...... How could such a grand sacrifice of trials be without me, Caesar?"

Suddenly, a deep sound in the empty air that expanded the decibels in his throat with magic interrupted Gore's presiding.

"Get out of the way!" the two red square soldiers forced a three-horse parallel path from the crowd of rubbing shoulders, and lined up neatly on both sides of the road, their faces expressionless.

The familiar sound, as well as the boiling and tumbling magic, drank on the spot, and silently brought out the palpitations that people wanted to forget. Under the nervous gaze of everyone, the cheering atmosphere that cooled down was like a broken bead chain, which resounded a few times before it came to an abrupt end, replaced by a knock, knock, knock...... The sound of footsteps.

The Silver King stood up from the throne in shock, staring straight at the blurred figure coming from the end of the road, staring like a owl and a wolf, and exhaled word by word: "Caesar, he's still back~"