PS: The Demon Martial War has entered the official war, so stay tuned, the first battle between the Tianlong Empire and the Hunyuan Empire, the two will stage a power duel!

Damn it, Salaman, damn it, why are you an old witch, if not, how nice it would be! Then I can.

Shaking his head vigorously twice, Sikong Zhengyang dispelled his absurd thoughts. The ministers standing behind him couldn't see the situation outside, they were just curious about the sound on the martial arts arena, one moment enthusiastic as fire, and the other as cold as frost.

Sikong Kakai muttered to himself, "What did Greg do? Didn't he know His Majesty was coming?"

Seeing that Sikong Zhengyang didn't show any signs of anger, and was still shaking his head vigorously, and seemed to shiver, Sikong Jiakai secretly wondered, could it be that Your Majesty saw something terrifying?

Lord Greg was finally awakened by the sound of saliva, and he quickly grabbed the magic megaphone and said loudly, "Oh, oh, we never thought that the Venerable Emperor was so young, so beautiful, and indeed surprised us!"

Nangong Ruixing picked up the magic megaphone and added: "The secret technique cultivated by Lord Meihuang can keep him young forever, so for so many years, Lord Meihuang still maintains his appearance at the age of twenty. ”

In fact, Nangong Ruixing also knew that this old witch was still a virgin until now, because once Meishu slept with a man, it would be affected. What's more, the charm that has been cultivated for many years will be wasted and ruined.

An old virgin who is more than one hundred and fifty years old! Nangong Ruixing couldn't help but shudder deeply and frowned deeply.

Lord Greg shouted again, "Let us once again welcome the arrival of the Emperor with warm applause!"

Immediately after, applause rang out again. This time, it seems that there is no previous passion. No matter how beautiful an old witch is, it is still an old witch. What's there to be excited about?

"Now, we welcome His Majesty the greatest, most noble, and most wise Emperor of the Heavenly Dragon Empire!" Lord Greg's voice was almost hoarse, and his voice was almost completely out of tune.

The dragon walked with a tiger step, holding his head high, Sikong Zhengyang strode over, his tiger eyes were proud of the audience, and he was greeted by more thunderous applause and shouts.

Whether it was on the rostrum or the stands, even Murong Yu and the others all stood up. After all, he is His Majesty the Emperor of the Heavenly Dragon Empire, so no matter what he says, he has to give face.

With thunderous applause. Thunderous artillery battles rang out around the oval arena, flowers were flying, colorful flags were fluttering, and the arena was completely crazy, plunged into a sea of joy.

Sikong Zhengyang, the generation of the Holy Lord Emperor of the Heavenly Dragon Empire, is not only the supreme of the Heavenly Dragon Empire, but also has super strength. Among the five great empires, the Celestial Dragon Empire was second only to the Celestial Sage Empire. It is also the only empire that can compete with the Heavenly Saint Empire.

Dressed in a wide golden yellow dragon robe, there was a slight magic fluctuation on the bright lace of the dragon robe, perhaps because of caution, worried that today's fish and dragons would be mixed. was plotted, or to show off this gorgeous and elegant magic dragon robe.

Sikong Zhengyang was very formal today, not only wearing a long magic dragon robe. He also wears a towering golden crown. On the golden crown, two golden dragons open their teeth and dance their claws, opposite each other. Lifelike.

Watching Sikong Zhengyang coming, the bigwigs on the rostrum. Even the three Holy Emperors stood up and bowed slightly, which could be regarded as giving Sikong Zhengyang enough face. Sikong Zhengyang laughed, and his eyes fell on Murong Yu, this enigmatic guy not only quietly occupied Hedis, but also won the victory of Jieer Baha.

Now it's a good thing, he killed the strongest Moore Bobis in the Heavenly Saint Empire, and with great fanfare, it seems that he killed Moore Bobis very passively and unexpectedly.

Sikong Zhengyang would not think so, in his world, such a shrewd figure as Murong Yu would never do something thankless. Sure enough, upon learning that Moore Bobis had been killed, the head of the Wizards' Guild and the head of the Ten Absolute Holy Emperors, the Charm Emperor, immediately appeared.

One can imagine how angry and furious His Majesty Hutton of the Heavenly Saint Empire was. Murong Yu's every move forced Hutton Yingzi, and once he slackened a little, he would open his mouth wide and devour the enemy's living force.

Sikong Zhengyang likes powerful enemies, and even has the consciousness to compete with Murong Yu. He also admired this young man a little now, he pulled out the strongest one as soon as he made a move, causing all the steps of the Heavenly Saint Empire to be disrupted, and the current Heavenly Saint Empire was just passively facing the battle under the pressure of Murong Yu.

Of course, Murong Yu understood what Sikong Zhengyang meant, his eyes were shining brightly, like two rubies in the night sky, shining brightly. Facing Sikong Zhengyang's meaningful smile, Murong Yu bowed slightly, showing no surprise, no joy or sadness.

Ascending the rostrum, Lord Greg immediately ran over, he touched his chest with his right hand, bowed slightly, and said, "Weichen salutes Your Majesty!"

Sikong Zhengyang glanced around, and said with a smile: "Greg, hard work!"

"It's not hard! It's not hard! It's not hard at all!" Lord Greg said humbly, his body slightly conceded, and he spread his big hands: "Your Majesty, please take a seat." ”

Sikong Zhengyang strode forward and stopped on the temporary dragon chair about five meters wide. Although this dragon chair is a temporary arrangement, it is also a high standard of specifications, and the wide dragon chair is almost a dragon couch on which you can lie and sleep.

Lord Greg saw Sikong Zhengyang stop, and immediately respectfully handed over the magic megaphone in his hand. Sikong Zhengyang raised his right hand, the wide and beautiful dragon robe was windless and automatic, and the magic on the corners of the dragon robe rippled.

With the rostrum as the center of the circle, a vast and righteous atmosphere swept the audience, magnificent atmosphere, and the majestic dragon power was like a hurricane. A few timid boys and brothers who were close to the rostrum were almost scared to the point of urine, and a few beautiful girls fell on the seats, gently patting their little livers to soothe them, for fear of jumping out.

The sub-god-level powerhouse and the magic dragon robe, Sikong Zhengyang staged a wonderful scene of the birth of the Dragon Emperor, he was majestic, standing proudly, the dragon eyes swept across the martial arts arena, and took over the magic megaphone handed by Lord Greg.

"The Tianlong Empire has been established by martial arts, and after tens of thousands of years, adhering to the aspirations of the previous emperors, the martial arts are prosperous. ”

Sikong Zhengyang gushed endlessly, as if the world didn't know the great achievements of the Sikong family of the Heavenly Dragon Empire, and hyped it up, making Murong Yu feel disgusted. Strangely, the subjects of the Celestial Dragon Empire seemed to be happy and burst into thunderous applause.

"Today, the Demon Martial Arts Exchange Contest of the Five Great Empires is about to kick off, and I hereby wish every member of the team members good results. Sikong Zhengyang's words were finally finished.

Lord Greg immediately stepped forward, took the magic megaphone in Sikong Zhengyang's hand, and said in a low voice, "Your Majesty, please take a seat!"

Sikong Zhengyang happily sat down amid the applause of the sonic nine heavens, and the rest of the accompanying ministers sat down next to Sikong Zhengyang under the arrangement of Master Greg.

Seeing that His Majesty the Emperor and his party were all seated, Lord Greg regained his position, raised the magic megaphone and said, "I believe you already know that yesterday the Tianyan Empire and the Tiansheng Empire held the first battle, and the Tianyan Empire won, with a total score of ten points, temporarily ranking first. ”

"Due to the tragedy of yesterday's battle, the students of the Heavenly Saint Empire need to adjust their emotions, so today we are arranging the individual competition of the two empires of Tianlong and Hunyuan, now please look at the magic crystal screen, on which two opponents will be randomly selected. Master Greg's gaze turned to the magic crystal screen next to the podium.

On the rectangular crystal screen, which is about ten meters long and five meters wide, the names of the ten players of the two empires are listed, and the names of Jing Chisheng, Yuwen Zhenkang, and the Dark Saint Son Lambert are impressively listed.

Lord Greg said loudly: "The magic crystal screen will randomly select the players of the two empires to compete, and there is no human factor in this, because it is randomly selected. ”

"Turn! With Master Greg's words, the magic crystal screen shone and rolled, and the name was spinning rapidly. Suddenly, the spinning and rolling stopped, and two people appeared on it: Jing Chisheng VS Claude Marcus.

Lord Greg shouted excitedly, "As a result, everyone has seen that it is Jing Chisheng of the Heavenly Dragon Empire fighting against Wiforta Stephen from the Hun Yuan Empire. ”

"Oh oh oh, a popular prince from the Heavenly Dragon Empire - Jing Chisheng, he is the grandson of the president of the Warrior Guild, it is said that his strength has reached the holy level, and the thunder flame slash in one hand is already better than the blue. ”

"The other, Claude Marcus from the Hunyuan Empire with Titan blood, is said to be a berserker, a powerful meat shield of the power type, and his ability to resist hits is second to none. ”

"Is it Jing Chisheng or Claude Marcus who is great? Let's wait and see, and now we invite two contestants to play. Mistress Greg's voice suddenly rose high.

The entire martial arts arena blew a wave of passion, and everyone shouted "Jing Chisheng". It seems that this Jing Chisheng occupies the advantage of the home field! Almost all the people in the martial arts arena are applauding and cheering for Jing Chisheng. It is estimated that even if there are one or two who cheer for Stephen, they are drowned in the shouts of "Jing Chisheng".

Jing Chisheng's face was indifferent, the whole person was shining with lightning, and the "crackling" was full of electricity, turning into a bolt of lightning, and suddenly disappeared in place. On the other side, Claude Marcus in the stands roared angrily, and his whole body bowed and fell, like a beast, jumping up more than ten meters high with a "whoosh", and falling in the center of the arena with a "bang".

The powerful force suddenly made the martial arts field tremble slightly, the air waves rolled, and the dust on the ground flew, just one appearance made the ground shake. (To be continued......)